#lilys microfics

[shares-a-vest]

'Lucky Guy'

@steddiemicrofic 🍰🍰🍰 < me sending you virtual slices of cake for the glorious offerings this month's prompt has brought so far.

August Prompt: 'Cake' Word Count: 311 | Rating: T | cw: Steve is really drunk but just being an annoying chatty-cathy.

“Eds... E-Eddie...” Steve croaks, speaking directly into his ear as he lays tucked in behind him, “I’s juz goin’ downstairsss for someofmybirthdaycake!”

He moves to swing his leg over but Eddie swats at him, groaning in frustration. How is this slurring chatterbox still conscious!

“Think maybe you should sleep off some of that beer before you try for the staircase Birthday Boy,” he whispers, patting his leg, “Had enough trouble getting you up here.”

“Wait!” Steve says clear as day, clamping a hand on Eddie’s own. He can feel Steve lift his head, “Why aren’t you spooning me?”

With great effort – and hindered by Drunk Steve’s jock strength –Eddie turns over and is met with a set of very sad puppy-dog eyes glistening back at him.

He cocks his head to the person snoring like a human garbage disposal behind his boyfriend, “Robin is spooning you, sweetheart.”

She’s holding onto Steve so tight, they look like one big pile of clothes and brown hair.

Steve’s eyes shine bright as he nods to himself, grinning, “Robin totally needs some cake!”

He barely lifts his head before his eyes roll back into his alcohol-filled skull.

“Wha-t’s hap-ing?” Robin rasps, stirring from their communal pillow.

At the sound of her voice, Steve’s lip quivers.

“Rob,” he sniffles, helicopter-kicking at the sheets until he is on his back and almost squishing his platonic soulmate into the mattress in the process.

“I’m just so lucky, Robs…” he hiccups as Robin shuffles around, teetering dangerously close to the edge of the bed.

Miraculously, Steve forces an arm around her – and squeezes Eddie impossibly tight against him too.

“Such a lucky guy,” he continues, humming contentedly as he slowly moves his head from side to side with every word, “I’ve got my boyfriend! And my best friend... And cake! Allonmybir-th... day...”

He fades into a snore.

[marauders-bs]

"James?" Lily says. Her mascara is running tear tracks down her face. Marlene and Remus, who are flanking her, look similar.

"What's happened, Lils?" James asks, standing up quickly. She hands him a newspaper, which he unfolds.

The front cover:

Regulus Black, Heir to the Black Fortune, Now Presumed Dead Due to Unknown Circumstances.

He chokes. It's like someone's reached down his throat and ripped out his heart. Next thing he knows, Sirius is there, and Remus and Peter and the girls, but no Reg.

No Evan or Barty either.

"They probably sold him out," Marlene says, hand on Sirius's shoulder.

"They wouldn't," Remus says. "Those two were there for him when none of us were. They protect him like he's their kid, they're probably lighting shit on fire already."

James can't talk. That can't be true.

-

"Hey, James," Sirius calls through the house, appearing with a cat in his arms. "Cat's attached to me and Remus doesn't want it, do you?"

James looks at the cat. It's got white fur in a frame around its face and striking blue eyes.

"Yeah," James says. "Also, it's time for you to head out isn't it?"

"Yeah," Sirius says.

He just leaves. None of us believe in goodbyes.

"Morning, Potter," the cat says while transforming. "I must say, I had no idea my brother was that predictable."

James smiles and wraps his arms around Regulus Black. "Can't believe you faked your own death for me."

"You're alright."

"Ooh, alright, am I?" James asks, pressing his forehead to Regulus's, both of their visions tainted by bleached-white and curly brown hair.

Regulus grins, stands up on his tiptoes, and pressed his lips to James's. "Maybe a little more."

[my-castles-crumbling]

First anniversary - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 220

“Why’re we doing this again?” Lily asked grumpily, tripping along the dirt and rock-covered passage beneath the old statue. “We’re going to get caught, Remus, I-”

“It’s worth it,” Remus interrupted, huffing a bit as he walked. “And we’ll be in and out in two minutes. I just need something for Sirius, it’s our one month anniversary, and-”

“One month?” Lily repeated, stopping short and giving him a look. “I can’t decide if that’s adorable or insufferable.”

“Probably a bit of both,” Remus reasoned, continuing along unbothered.

But as they snuck up the stairs of Honeydukes and looked around the little shop, Remus stopped short, his body going cold.

“Remus!?”

“Sirius?!”

“James?”

“Lily?”

He gaped at Sirius and James, who were standing at the other end of the small store, kicking their feet guiltily. “What are you two doing here?”

Sirius blushed. “I was…I mean, it’s a bit stupid, and you probably haven’t been keeping track, but we’ve been dating for one month, so I wanted to get you that chocolate you really like..”

Remus grinned, cheeks warming as well. “That’s why I’m here. To get something for you.”

Immediately, James threw his arms around both of them, yelling loudly. “Ahhhh, young love! Makes you want to…dunno…go on a date! Right, Evans?”

Lily just rolled her eyes. “Fuck off, Potter.”

[uhhlifeig]

History of Magic Classroom - Nov. 9 - word count: 273 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius Black slouched in his seat, trying not to yawn. 

History of Magic was supposed to be about epic duels and wizarding heroics, not sleep-inducing monologues that could knock out even the most enthusiastic Ravenclaw.

But who needed exciting lessons when Remus Lupin was sitting just inches away? 

With a sly grin, Sirius leaned over and pushed a folded piece of parchment onto his kinda-boyfriend’s desk.

Remus glanced at him, one eyebrow raised, before unfurling the note.

Moony, would you rather fight a goblin with a bad attitude or go on a date with me? Circle one.

The other boy rolled his eyes. He circled goblin with a bad attitude and shot the note back without missing a beat.

Sirius�� jaw dropped theatrically. Oh, he thinks he’s clever, does he? 

He wrote back furiously.

Rude. But understandable. I’ll try harder. How about this- would you rather listen to Binns’ lecture for an hour or go on a date with me?

When Remus sent the note back with still Binns’ lecture and a tiny, infuriating wink, the noiret let out a gasp so loud that Lily Evans turned around, glaring like she was ready to hex him into next Tuesday.

“Sorry,” he mouthed, giving her his most innocent smile. She rolled her eyes and turned back around.

Turning back to his parchment, Sirius scribbled another note, determined to win this ridiculous game.

You’re going to break my heart, Moony. One more: would you rather eat a slug, or snog in the library later?

Remus pretended to write painstakingly slowly before flicking the note back with a barely contained laugh.

Library. But don’t be late.

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

James Potter learned his passion in the good old-fashioned school of lover boys

[whoopsiesnodaisies]

August 19th - Magic - @jegulily-microfics - word count 259 - CW: drunk character

James was drunk off his ass and lying on the living room floor. “Maybe the real magic is my love for you.” He mumbled blinking at Regulus and Lily as they stood over him.

“Maybe the real magic is the fact you haven’t gotten yourself killed.” Lily countered. “That’s the last time I’m letting you go drinking with Sirius alone.”

“Come on, James. Let’s take you to bed.” Regulus sighed, trying to pry James off of the floor.

“You seem lovely, but I’m married.” James slurred his words.

“You’re married to us, idiot.” Regulus rolled his eyes.

Lily slumped onto the couch, “Should we just leave him there? I don’t think we’re getting him up the stairs.”

Regulus grabbed a blanket and covered James with it, leaving him there in the carpet by the floo. Then he hopped on the couch, and he instantly cuddled close to Lily. “He’s a moron.”

“I heard that.” James mumbled back.

“Go to bed, baby.” Lily laughed at James, throwing her arms around Regulus. “Guess we’ll sleep here tonight.” She yawned and leaned her head on his shoulder, letting them get comfortable on the couch.

Regulus planted a kiss on Lily’s cheek, “I love you.” He whispered softly, letting his breath ghost over her ear.

James let out a whine, apparently feeling left out.

“I love you too, James.” Regulus groaned, he tucked himself and Lily in on top of the couch. Sleeping in the living room that night to make sure James didn’t die in his sleep from his own poor decisions.

[allstse]

anyone else has thought about jegulus supermarket au? no? regulus working in a supermarket and james becomes a regular because of regulus? no? just me? okay…. ☹️☹️☹️☹️

[three--eyed--cat]

!! james potter, moodboard !!

[coyotelip]

jegulus microfic: lipstick || modern au || @into-the-jeggyverse || wc: 400

Regulus is beaming.

Not a trace of the doubt and fear he started the night with is left on his face. Now, there is only a big smile and a warm gaze with which he responds to the girls' sincere words.

Mary compliments his pants, Marlene promises to take revenge on him next time at darts, Dorcas taps him on the shoulder and promises to write to him later about the book they were discussing.

James stands off to the side with Peter, watching as Lily is the last to reach Regulus, leaning in close to whisper something in his ear, that James obviously can't hear, and leaving a light kiss on his cheek.

Regulus beaming, and his smile grows even wider as he meets James' eyes and walks over to him after saying his goodbye's to girls.

"So, how did it go?" Regulus asks shyly.

"Oh, you're asking me? You literally stole all their attention, Prince Charming. I guess Remus isn’t their favorite anymore." James says to his boyfriend tenderly, unable to hide his own happy smile at the fact that the introduction of Regulus to his friends went so smoothly.

For a week after the invitation, Regulus had been nervously spinning and looking for reasons not to come, so sure that no one would like him. But James knew better, so he spent the week gently reassuring him otherwise. Now Reg's brilliant success felt like his own.

"You have something here," James says, reaching up to Reg's face to wipe away a pale mark on his cheek with his thumb. Pink lipstick remains on the pad of his finger.

"Oh, pay attention, Jamie," Remus's joking voice comes. "First Lils just refused to take part in your romantic life, and now she seems to be trying to cancel it altogether for you. A couple more nights like this, and Regulus will be enchanted, and you'll be left alone and forgotten."

James freezes at the thought of this, but a charming laugh escapes Regulus' lips in response to Remus' obvious teasing.

"Not a chance," Regulus confidently closes the short distance between them to press his chest against James' and leave a gentle kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek. "No one can take my attention away from this treasure now."

Perhaps James should let his friends get Regulus drunk more often if every time he will end up saying something like that.

[moutainrusing]

love letters

786 words, @pandalilymicrofics

“Barty, I swear on my dad’s dead corpse, if you carry on simping over my brother, I will stab this pencil through your eye,” Pandora threatened, emphatically raising the fist clenched around her pencil.

“But Evan—”

“Do not. Say his name. Anymore,” Pandora shook the pencil, and Barty sighed wistfully. Fed up with this, Pandora suggested, “Why don’t you write him a love letter?”

“A love letter?” Barty pulled a face. “Ew?”

“How is a love letter more disgusting to you than the way you wax poetic about Evan out loud, to me?” Pandora bared her teeth in frustration. “It’s expressing the exact same thing that you already do in paper format and sending it to the actual recipient, instead of his sibling. Because in case you’ve forgotten, I’m related to Evan, and I don’t want to hear what you think about his mouth!”

Barty rolled his eyes, as if what Pandora was saying made no sense at all. “If I write this… love letter… you must give me something in return. After all, friendship is a business transaction.”

Pandora rolled her eyes. Sometimes, Barty made no sense at all.

Tapping his chin thoughtfully, Barty finally decided, “I’ll write him love letters instead of gushing to you all the time if you buy me lunch everyday.”

“Deal,” Pandora shook his hand. She also poked her pencil into his palm while doing so. The jury would be forever out on whether or not that was purposeful.

- - -

Dear the love of my life (Pandora: “Why are you calling him the love of your life?” Barty: “‘Cause this is a love letter? You basically told me to do that?”)

I am in love with you. (Pandora: “That’s unnecessary. It was stated in the first line.” Barty: “Was it though? Do you think your brother’s smart enough to understand if I don’t clarify?” Pandora: “…You make a good point.”)

Love from the love of your life (Pandora: “You’ve written ‘love’ way too many times.” Barty: “It’s a love letter!”)

- - -

“Now slip it through his locker,” Pandora advised.

“Where’s his locker?”

She shrugged, “Dunno.”

“You don’t know where your brother’s locker is?” Barty asked incredulously.

Haughtily, Pandora sniffed, “Stop acting like it’s an expectation of sibling relationships to know everything about each other.”

“It kinda is—”

“I think that’s his locker,” Pandora interrupted, pointing to a locker graffitied with ‘EVANS’ in bright red capital letters. Again, she sniffed disdainfully, “He’s the type to graffiti his locker. And miss out the apostrophe in Evan’s. It’s probably Evan’s locker,” she nodded. “It’s been branded Evan’s at least. Without the apostrophe. ‘Cause he’s a degenerate vandal.”

Barty side-eyed her, “I’ll never understand sibling rivalry…” He slid the folded paper through the frame, before the two of them shoved each other past the crowd of students, positioning themselves behind a vending machine to watch Evan’s supposed locker for any action.

But instead of Evan, a person who Pandora recognised very well, with the green eyes she’d dream about and the red hair she’d see while gazing at the person’s back during class, walked up to the locker. Oh. Evans. Lily Evans.

Suddenly, vandalism seemed very cool. And the graffiti was actually grammatically correct, so Pandora could let it slide. Plus, red was an ingenious colour choice, Lily’s taste was exquisite, Pandora was mesmerised by the sheer talent of it, the way the letters were perfectly positioned to spell out the surname of the love of her life. When Lily stood in front of her locker, rivulets of her red hair cascaded beside the graffiti, creating a remarkable gradient, perfectly blending orange into red like the sunset over a beach in the hot, humid summer—

Barty nudged her, probably to say that the mission had been a failure, except Pandora wasn’t really concentrating, so she stumbled out from behind the vending machine, winding up in the middle of the corridor and hovering there aimlessly.

Having read the letter, Lily looked around curiously, and Pandora was just there, staring at her. Eventually, Lily’s eyes landed on Pandora like darts pinning a dartboard, rendering her frozen in place, just looking at each other for an extended period of time, seconds which had slowed to hours, too long, this was dumb, Pandora should move, what was she doing? Then Lily smiled at her, hands fiddling with the corner of the letter.

She made her way towards Pandora, and they were both standing in the middle of the corridor, and Pandora’s heart was a drum beating inside her throat, reverberating through her body, echoing within her bones, loud, aggressive, but it calmed to the sound of waves in a conch shell when Lily said quietly, “Hi, love of my life.”

[cookihearts]

POV: Me everyday waiting for cas's micro fics

@my-castles-crumbling

[shares-a-vest]

@steddiemicrofic July Prompt: One

Word Count: 111 | Rated: T for discussion about stealing a car (PSA don't commit grand theft auto, folks – leave it to your blorbos hehe)

‘Joyride’

“Whatcha thinkin’ about, Stevie?”

Steve merely hums, continuing to look out over the trailer park from their spot on the old couch on the porch. Eddie shuffles closer and bumps Steve’s shoulder for an answer.

“I wanna steal a car,” Steve sighs.

“What?”

Steve shrugs, mumbling, “At least that part was fun.”

“Stevie, we can’t ��� ”

“Come on,” Steve whines, gesturing to a red pickup across the park, “What about that one? Just this one time – for a joyride. Please?”

Eddie captures Steve’s pointing digit in his hand, brings it to his mouth, and kisses the tip.

“Fine,” he feigns a relenting tone despite his grin, “One more time.”

[marauders-bs]

Regulus & Dorcas microfic

Okay. First things first, Regulus Black is fine.

He's fine. Everything that just happened meant nothing to him at all. So what if Lily likes girls? It doesn't mean anything to him. He couldn't care less.

So what if the way she described Mary felt like he felt at James? It didn't mean he was in love with James. It meant nothing, nothing at all.

"Reg? You alright?"

It's just Dorcas. She's standing on the staircase to the Astronomy tower where Regulus comes to stargaze. "Fine," he calls back. "Everything is perfectly fine."

He can literally feel her raised eyebrow, even if he's not looking at her.

"Bullshit," she says plainly.

Regulus sighs. "Dorcas, did you know girls can like girls?"

Her footsteps pad over to him, and he looks over to her. Her hair is tucked into a bonnet and she's makeup-less. She looks tired and puzzled.

"Reg, you know I like girls, right?"

He stares at her, shocked.

"You didn't," she sighs. "Well, I do. Never fancied on a guy in my whole damn life. And Dora and I have a bet going on how long it'll take Barty and Evan to realize they're gay for each other."

Barty and Evan?

"What's brought this on?" Cas asks, sitting down beside him.

He thinks about saying nothing, briefly, but Dorcas knows him too well. "Lily likes Mary," he says. "They're dating, I think."

"They are," she supplies.

"I didn't know you could do that," Regulus whispers, and he can feel every emotion he's ever suppressed flood him at once, all the feelings just errupt inside him, and he doesn't know what to do but collapse into Dorcas's arms. He feels the tears on his cheeks and he didn't ask them to be there, and he still doesn't know why.

"Oh, Reg," Dorcas says, holding him. She's not judging him, not calling him weak, not doing anything but accepting him. It's so foreign that the tears only fall harder. "Who is it?"

He doesn't offer an answer, and she doesn't ask for one. They just sit there with just the stars and Regulus's tears to keep them company.

[my-castles-crumbling]

yule ball - December 25th - rosekiller - server microprompt challenge ceiling - December 25th - rosekiller - @taylorswiftmicrofic- word count:173

"Got a date to the Yule Ball yet?" Barty asks, staring up to the ceiling as he lays in his bed, unsure why he's so nervous about the answer.

"No," Evan replies flatly from his own bed, mimicking Barty's position.

His heart soars. He won't think about why. "Me, neither. Nobody good enough, I reckon."

Evan lets out a snort of agreement.

It's quiet for a moment.

"Everyone else has a date," Barty says softly, thinking of Regulus and James; Dorcas and Marlene; Pandora and Lily.

"Yeah."

"It's..." Should he say it? He probably shouldn't. He says it anyway. "It's almost like we're going together." He lets out a laugh to try to make it seem like a passing thought. "Stupid, huh?"

Evan turns to look at him for the first time, so he moves his head to meet his eyes. They're appraising, but honest. "Nah. Not stupid." Then his blue eyes move to the ceiling again.

Not stupid.

What the hell does that mean?

And why does it make him so happy?

[lulublack90]

Prompt 26 - Win

@wolfstarmicrofic August 26, word count 435

“I’m going to win,” Sirius declared as he stared Moony down. 

“I highly doubt it,” Remus smirked at him. 

“How long have they been going?” Lily asked.

“About five minutes, but Padfoot’s wavering,” James told her. 

“Shut up, Prongs,” Sirius growled as he struggled to keep his eyes open. They were prickling unpleasantly. 

“My money’s on Remus,” Lily said.

“Shut up, Evans!” Sirius whined. 

“Just give in,” Remus grinned wolfishly. “Why delay the inevitable?” 

“Everybody shut up!” Sirius yelled.

“He’s doing that weird thing with his face again,” Peter pointed out. “Making his eyes all big and then narrow, but his mouth is twisting with it,”

“Shut up, Peter, for fucks sake!” Sirius blew out an exasperated breath and blinked. 

“Ha! You blinked, pay up!” Remus grinned gleefully, holding out his hand palm up to Sirius. 

“That’s not fair they all distracted me!” He turned and glowered at his friends. 

“They were distracting me as well, but you still blinked. Pay up!” Remus repeated more forcefully this time. 

“Fine!” Sirius grumbled. He pulled his last chocolate frog out of his pocket and handed it to Remus. 

“Thanks,” Remus mumbled around a mouthful of chocolate. “Hey, I got Alberic Grunnion!” Remus held up the card. 

“What, no! I’ve been trying to get him for ages. Come on, Remus, please give it back,” Sirius whined. 

“What’s in it for me?” Remus asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Anything. Anything you want.” Sirius begged. He needed that card. It was the only one he cared about. 

“Give me back all my damn jumpers that you’ve stolen.”

“No deal,” Sirius shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. “Sorry, they’re far too valuable for me to swap.”

“Fine, I want your pillow. It’s far comfier than mine.”

“Done,” They shook hands and Remus handed over the card. Sirius held it in both hands and wiggled happily in his seat as he gazed at the inventor of the dung bomb. His hero. 

“Wait, how does Remus know how comfortable Sirius’s pillow is?” Lily asked quizzically. Remus flushed beet red and Sirius choked on his own spit. 

“Er, I’ve got to go check on something,” Remus leapt to his feet and ran out of the common room.

“And I’ve got to go put this somewhere safe,” Sirius got out once he had his breath back and hurtled up the stairs to their dorm room. He hurriedly put the card with the rest of his collection and then, because he'd made a promise, swapped his pillow with Remus’s. Looked like they'd be sleeping in Remus’s bed for the foreseeable future.

[petalsandantlers]

for @jilymicrofics / january prompt n.13: stress (353 words) AO3

Lily Evans is, to put it simply, overwhelmed. Between studying for NEWTs, her Head Girl duties, and keeping a certain someone out of trouble (why she even bothers, she has no idea), she feels like she might explode. The common room is noisy, the fire too warm, and McGonagall’s bloody Transfiguration essay is 4 inches shorter than it’s supposed to be.

James notices. He always does, really. 

He sits down next to her quietly, and gently pushes A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration aside. She opens her mouth to angrily protest, but he places a hand over hers, warm and steady. 

“Lils,” he says softly, “You’re going to turn into one of McGonagall’s teapots if you don’t take a break.”

“I don’t have time for a bloody break!” she snaps, stress bubbling over. “Some of us actually have to do the work, you know!”

James doesn’t flinch, just keeps looking at her with those bright, hazel eyes, his hand never leaving hers. A beat or two passes in silence, until Lily drops her gaze and mumbles a shame-faced apology, knowing that it really was unfair of her to say that—James had been a brilliant Head Boy despite having even more work than her - what with being Quidditch Captain and all.

James, being James, took it all in stride. He reaches into his bag with his free hand and pulls out a blank bit of parchment and slides it across the table. 

“What’s this?” she asks warily.

“A stress list. Write it all down.”

She hesitates, but something about the calm in his voice makes her pick up her quill. She writes furiously—exams, patrols, Petunia, her parents, the war, everything that’s been sitting heavy on her chest. By the time she’s done, her breathing feels a little less shallow.

James reads it over, nodding thoughtfully. “Alright,” he says, tapping the page. “We can tackle this. Together. But first,” his trademark grin slowly spreading across his face, “hot chocolate?”

Lily stares at him, her lips twitching into a reluctant smile. Somehow, James Potter always makes the weight on her shoulders feel lighter.

“Hot chocolate,” she agrees.