#microfic prompt

[oh-phoenixx]

"Purple" - Jegulus microfic @into-the-jeggyverse - 405 words

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Regulus loved his boyfriend with his entire heart. Really, he did. But James could not sit still for the life of him. 

Regulus had been too busy for a proper date, so James suggested that they study in the library together. However, James’s version of studying seemed quite different from Regulus’s. For example, Regulus had his nose buried in Advanced Potion-Making, doing research for his Potions essay; James, on the other hand, was reading something called Spider-Man that a muggleborn in his year had brought him. He kept trying to show Regulus how cool it was, as neither had heard of a “comic” before then. 

After finishing the comic, James sat back with a sigh, periodically letting out bored groans, which Regulus ignored for as long as he could. 

James groaned once again and Regulus couldn’t do it anymore. “What do you want, James?” He asked through gritted teeth.

“I’m so bored, Reggie,” James whined. 

Regulus rolled his eyes and got a pen out of his bag, handing it to James along with a piece of parchment. “Draw something.”

This seemed to work, and Regulus got back to his reading. After a few minutes, though, James grabbed his arm gently and Regulus felt something cold dragging along his skin. His head snapped towards James’s hands, finding that he was doodling on Regulus’s arm. His first instinct was to protest, to pull his arm away and snap at James. But seeing the happy look on James’s face (and realising that, at last, Regulus was provided the silence that he needed), he let him continue with a sigh. 

By the time Regulus had finished with his reading and had made all the necessary notes to complete his essay, the entirety of his arm was covered in purple ink; suns, stars, stick-men, James’s own initials (with hearts all around them, of course), and other little doodles coating his skin. 

“Bit arrogant of you to put your initials all over my arm, don’t you think?” Regulus pointed out with no real conviction. He would have those initials tattooed if James wanted. 

James just shrugged, kissing his arm gently and then taking his bag for him as they stood up. “You can wash it off if you like.”

They left the library hand in hand. Regulus didn’t wash the ink away, and was actually quite upset when it came off in the shower. At least he knew how to shut James up now.

[mightbeimpossiblenotto]

Gown - Oct 8 - @rosekillermicrofic - 401 words - Warnings: none

Xenophilius Lovegood and Pandora Rosier were set to get married on a sunny Saturday in the Wizarding part of Northern Ireland. Barty, forever an Englishman, was admittedly a little peeved about the venue, but he honestly hadn’t meant to show up an hour later than he was meant to.

“Barty Crouch!” Dorcas yelled at him as soon as he entered the bridal suite. “You are so late.”

“Please, that’s my father,” Barty joked weakly as Dorcas stormed over to him. “Just call me Barty.”

“How about I call you ‘idiot’?” Dorcas seethed, grabbing him by one arm and tugging him further into the room. He could hear the voices of Regulus, Evan and Pandora in the other room, laughing.

When the entered the room, Pandora was already fully dressed in her wedding gown, a full face of beautiful makeup, and her hair tied up in an intricate updo that made her look ethereal. Barty made his way over to her first, giving her a barely-there kiss on the cheek so as to not ruin her makeup.

“You make an absolutely stunning bride, Panda,” Barty greeted, and she beamed at him.

“Isn’t it all just lovely?” Pandora gushed, hand flying up to her detailed hairstyle. “Regulus did the braids, but Evan twisted them up into the bun.”

Barty looked up first at Regulus, who was glaring at him harshly, but that was really nothing new. Barty sent him a salacious wink. Then Barty turned to look at Evan.

There was no way he could have ever been prepared for this. Evan, like Regulus and himself, was wearing a full tuxedo, steam-pressed and fitted to his exact measurements. Except, unlike Regulus whatsoever, Barty couldn’t seem to rip his eyes away from Evan. The black lines cut into his tall frame beautifully, making him appear even taller and thinner. The crisp white undershirt was stunning against Evan’s dark skin. His dreads were tied up away from his face, but he had placed gold beads around some of the strands, glinting in the bright lights of the bridal suite.

Barty was sorry to say that Pandora’s brother had greatly shown her up on her own wedding day, not that he would ever tell her that. Evan was smirking at him now, clearly all too aware of the effect he was having on Barty.

It was going to be a very, very long wedding ceremony, indeed.

[lnthestillness]

Prompt: Giving

@wolfstarmicrofic - 801 words

Remus sat on the couch in the living room, using a pair of scissors to carefully cut holes into the gift box he was holding. He held it up to inspect and hummed, looking over at the little creature sitting quietly next to him.

“Does this look good? Think you’ll be able to breathe?” He asked the little black kitten. She blinked her wide green eyes twice, thoughtless. Remus laughed. Sirius was going to love her.

Sirius had been wanting a kitten for months now. It had all started when James and Lily got a cat for Harry, and Sirius became almost as obsessed with it as the three-year-old. He had come home the day after meeting their cat, smiling wide, saying ‘have you ever felt a cat purr, Moony?’

Sirius had even bought a stuffed cat that he sometimes curled up with by the fireplace when he was in his animagus form. It was the sweetest thing Remus had ever seen.

He had been reluctant at first, knowing how much time and care goes into caring for a pet. With Christmas coming up, though, Remus finally decided to go through with it. He knew Sirius’ happiness would be worth it.

He had picked up the kitten earlier in the day while Sirius was at work, and now that Sirius was on the way home he was preparing the surprise.

Remus carefully tied a red ribbon into a bow on her collar, and then lifted the fluffy little cat, placing her in the gift box with a little blanket the shelter workers had given him. She made a sound like ‘mrrrp’ and started kneading the blanket in the box, purring happily. Remus’ heart melted. Sirius was probably going to cry.

Remus startled when he heard the sound of the lock on the front door turning, quickly placing the lid on the box and standing with it in his hands.

He made his way over to the door, where Sirius was coming inside. He was all bundled up in a puffy black coat and a matching red hat and scarf. His face was flushed from the cold and there was snowflakes caught in his eyelashes and hair. Remus smiled.

Sirius was grumbling, not really looking over as he unzipped his coat and took off his hat and mittens. When he was finally back in just his indoor clothes, he turned to Remus and smiled happily.

“Moony,” he sighed, stepping forward to press a kiss to Remus’ stubbled cheek, one hand on his upper arm, “sorry I had to work Christmas Eve, love. But now we can let the festivities commence!”

Remus hummed in agreement, pressing a chaste kiss to Sirius’ lips as well. It was only then that Sirius noticed the box in Remus’ hands. He cocked an eyebrow at his husband.

“What’s this?” Sirius asked, gesturing to the box. Remus bit his lip, nerves rising in him for no reason. He knew Sirius was going to love it, but he still felt anxious for some reason.

“It’s for you,” Remus said, holding the box out to Sirius, “Happy Christmas, baby.”

Just as Sirius took the box in his hands, a soft, high-pitched ‘mew’ sounded from inside. Sirius froze, his wide silver eyes looking to Remus as his mouth dropped open.

“Remus. You didn’t,” he said, and Remus just grinned and shrugged. Sirius tore off the lid and threw it to the ground, gasping in delight at what he found inside.

The kitten was sitting with her tail curled around herself, looking up at Sirius curiously. Her little nose was twitching, sniffing out the new person.

Sirius practically melted, picking the kitten up out of the box, discarding it and holding her close to his chest. He was looking down at her with wide, adoring eyes.

“Oh, Moony,” he breathed, looking up to his husband again, “she’s perfect! What’s her name?”

Remus smiled, stepping around to Sirius’ back, holding him against his chest and looking over his shoulder at the little kitten. “The shelter workers called her Smudge, but you can name her whatever you like,” he said.

Sirius hummed and kissed the kittens little forehead. “Smudge,” he said, and she gave another tiny meow. Sirius gave a choked laugh.

“I’m gonna cry, Remus,” Sirius said, and Remus laughed lightly. He could see Sirius’ bottom lip trembling a little.

“Do you like her?” Remus asked unnecessarily, and Sirius nodded, turning around to face Remus properly.

“I love her so much. I love you so much,” he said, resting his head on Remus’ shoulder. “I don’t know what to say. Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Remus smiled, kissing the top of Sirius’ head and hugging him warmly, careful not to crush the kitten between them.

“Of course, baby. I love you too.”

[solxnglondon]

“free”

summary: the war is over. while everyone celebrates, ginny feels rather haunted.

for @ginnystrophyhusband’s hinny microfics <3

ao3 link here

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The cheering had not stopped, but Ginny Weasley was seeing green. An electric lime green, eyesore to the naked eye. When Bellatrix fired the killing curse at her, it was like she had thrown her a timebomb instead. She saw it approaching slowly and decidedly towards her. Saw the ripples and the manic shaking of the curse. But she could not move. So much for those Quidditch reflexes, easily rendered feeble.

She had thought of Harry. How he’d looked that day she ran to him in the common room, and he had kissed her instead. Then it occurred to her she would not ever see him again. She would die. He would not be on the other side. She would leave her family, her friends, for an endless pit of nothingness. And she felt the greatest, most creeping fear she’d ever felt.

The curse had missed her by a breath. And it was no testament to Ginny’s ability, but to Bellatrix’s miscalculation.

Her body had not been able to move, but her mind was racing. It had not stopped since. That flash of green kept rewinding before eyes.

Now she thought of Fred. Wondered if what he had felt was somehow similar. Had he been confused? Afraid? Had he even noticed before-

“Fuck,” Ginny muttered, looking up. Her hands rubbed furiously at her eyes. Then she blinked away the need to cry. She could not. There would be a time and a place.

Selfish. That was how she felt. She should be celebrating. For the first time in years, everyone could sleep and dream of the future.

But she did not know what kinds of dreams she had left in her. She was not sure she even knew the Ginny that had outlived the night. Those joyful, chattering faces suddenly felt like strangers to her. She wished to reach out and join them in their celebration, but an invisible veil prevented her from it. So cunningly cruel, it allowed her to sit there with them, but without feeling it all the way.

She felt a tap on her shoulder. When she turned, she saw green. Green like the rush of endorphins, like the tree that let her hide behind it, or the colour of the grass of a place she might call home. Harry smiled at her. Ginny followed without thinking.

She would relearn to live. They both would. One day at a time.

[loonyloopylupin96]

Imagine fanfic prompts which are just the opening lines of other books.

(Guess who woke up thinking of 1980/90s Remus writing last night I dreamed I was at Hogwarts again in his journal and then maybe waking up to find Dumbledore's letter has arrived)

[sapphicmicrofics]

March HP Femslash Prompts

March prompts for Sapphic Microfics!

Yes! We're back! (For March and April)!

These prompts can be taken and interpreted every which way you want, including changing the tense or pronouns or order of any dialogue. You do not have to stick with what might be the most straightforward association, and every individual prompt post will include a few suggestions to get you started.

This event is open to any HP femslash ship, any era, any character, OCs welcome.

All these prompts can be combined with other events (as long as they also allow you to combine prompts)!

If inspiration strikes, you are still allowed to write for any of the previous prompts!

The rules for this event can be found here, the previously submitted fics are all here and in this collection on AO3, and if you want to search them by ship you can do so here!

Sapphic Microfics is hosted by @hpsaffics, whose discord server holds a specific channel where these prompts and the incoming fics are excitedly discussed, so if you’re looking for people to talk with, check them out! (The server is 18+, keep that in mind!)

The prompts:

Teeth

Selfish

Muggles

Golden

Impossible

Bridge

Accident

Masked Ball

"They're gone"

Petunias

Nightmares

Toast

Title

Jacket

"Don't ruin it."

Bleeding

Field

Horses

Stress

Snow

Pond

Theatre

Hogsmeade

Prom

Illness

Bunny

Family

Pastel

Storm

Relief

Eggs

[musicoftheheart]

“Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”

thank you! there was no ship specified, so i thought id write a wolfstar fic for a bit of change <3

word count: 545

Monday mornings always sucked. Anyone who disagreed was a psychopath.

Enter Sirius Black, who somehow thrived on hell morning. From the smell wafting in from the kitchen matched with the cold spot of the bed to his right, Remus guessed Sirius was already up, showered, and making breakfast for them both. Honestly, aside from waking up alone, it wasn’t too bad; Remus couldn’t remember the last time he’d made his own breakfast, other than Sirius’ birthday last month.

The pair of them had moved in together a little over a year ago, after leaving Hogwarts and being thrust into the real world. Sirius had started, then promptly quit, auror training, then switched professions to become a trophy boyfriend when he realised he did not, in fact, want to be an auror as much as he thought. Remus thought it was because Sirius had expected to go through it with James, who also dropped out to pursue quidditch professionally, and without his best mate with him, training just wasn’t as fun.

Remus, with the support of Professor McGonagall, had decided to further his education to become a professor. He’d been unsure at first, considering his furry little problem, but Minnie had insisted that when he was ready, he would be more than welcome back at Hogwarts.

First, though, he had to actually finish his teaching course.

Dragging himself out of bed, Remus quickly showered and dressed, but when it came to drying off his hair, he couldn’t find the hairdryer anywhere. Sure, he could just use a spell, but he and Sirius both preferred the muggle way; it made their hair much softer and fluffier than a spell would.

”Padfoot?” Remus called out, rummaging through their bedroom drawers. “Have you seen the— oh.”

There, underneath a pair of Sirius’ boxers, sat a black velvet box. Gingerly, Remus picked it up, one finger stroking lightly over the top.

”Oh, fuck.”

He turned to the doorway, where Sirius — wide eyed and panicked — hovered between looking like he might run away, or run and snatch the box from Remus’ hands.

”Moony…” he breathed — panted, really — eyes flicking between Remus and the box. “You weren’t meant to find that.”

Without warning, Remus burst out laughing. “The underwear drawer, Pads! Really?”

Sirius blushed a beautiful shade of pink, but pouted. “My underwear drawer! You never go in there!”

Remus kept laughing. “Oh my god, Sirius.”

”Stop! Here, look. Give it here, then.” Sirius stepped closer, but Remus backed up, holding the box safely out of his boyfriend’s grasp.

”Don’t you dare,” Remus warned lowly. “You are not about to propose to me in our bedroom on a random Monday morning.”

Sirius let out a huff of laughter. “So, what? You know now — there’s no point in waiting unless you don’t want to marry me.”

Quick to reassure Sirius’ obvious uncertainty, Remus said, “I do want to, but I want it properly.” Lifting Sirius’ boxers back up, he tucked the velvet box underneath them and shut the drawer again. “There. Like I never knew. Now, where did you leave the hairdryer?”

And if, a few weeks later on Christmas morning when Sirius bent down on one knee, Remus acted a little too surprised — well, that was their little secret as to why.

[yourlocalbadgerscales]

Okay so y’all know about the fact that in old films, chocolate syrup was sometimes used as fake blood? Since it was in black-and-white the brown colour didn’t matter while filming. I think it was used around the 1960’s…?

Imagine Regulus and James being actors back then and filming a scene where one of them is dead and covered in ���blood” and the other one is grieving (of course, it was the 1960’s so no one intended for the scene to come across as gay but it did, trust me, it really did and no one but the gays knew it and they couldn’t say anything). And afterwards Reg is still covered in chocolate syrup and the two of them are left alone in a room and they both stand up and James moves closer to wipe the chocolate off of Reg’s face and they’re so very close and and-

[darce-creates-something]

sorry this is late 😔

Jegulus - crumbling - Feb 18 (for 19) 2025 - @taylorswiftmicrofic - 923 words

This was James breaking point. He just got another bad grade on a test. His grades were dropping, his sleep was declining, his attendance in class was even declining. James knew he needed to get his grade up and get has act on it… but he just couldn’t. He tried and tried again, he kept telling himself ‘tonight’s going to be different’ and it never is. 

His jokes are becoming less funny, his laugh less contagious, his smile less real. 

It's all catching up to him. He needs to get out of there, his breath becoming quicker. He raised his hand, quickly asking to go to the bathroom. He left as quickly as he could, not even glancing at his friends or his test. His breathing won’t slow, his hands won’t stop shaking, his pulse won’t slow down, his tears won’t go away. Why can’t everything just stop?

That’s when he stops. James landed right in front of some boy’s bathroom.

 He rushed inside and went straight to the corner stall. He crumpled to the floor. Only the sound of his rushed breathing was heard. 

Someone walked in. He froze. ‘Who could it be? Can they just go away? But what if it’s one of your friends? You can’t let them see you like this. You’re James Potter, you’re always happy. So why are you not happy now?’ He kept spiraling and completely forgot about the mysterious person in the bathroom. 

“Umm. Hello?” The voice was cold but so familiar. Regulus.

‘Fuck’

James started panicking more, ‘Reggie couldn’t see him like this. Not at all. I can’t let Regulus see how broken I am. He would probably leave me once he saw how much of a mess I am’ 

“Potter?” Regulus called. This time right in front of the stall James was in. 

James couldn’t take this. It wasn’t ‘James’. No. It was ‘Potter’. Something inside James snapped and he let out a sob. He tried to quickly cover his mouth, but Regulus alread heard. 

He heard Regulus much closer this time. Like he was crouched down on the other side of the stall door. “James.. What's wrong? What happened? Did someone say or do something?” Regulus sounded concerned. Genuinely concerned. 

James has never heard Regulus so concerned. He choked out another sob. 

 “James… what happened?” Regulus asked again. 

He managed a few words, “I’m fine. Go away” he really didn’t want Regulus to go away but he couldn’t have Regulus see him like this.”

Regulus sighed, “Jamie… please let me in, please tell me what’s going on.” He knocked on the stall door. 

“Nonono. I’m fine… no need.” James could barely get words out.

He could hear the younger boy sit down and lean against the door. “James… you’re hyperventilating. Please breathe with me.” He started breathing loudly and steadily. 

James tried his best to copy the breathing but he couldn’t. It frustrated him so badly, “Reggie. I- I- I can’t.” 

“James, please open the door so I can help you.” Regulus sounded so concerned, it broke James’ heart. 

“I-I…” there was a small click of a lock. 

Regulus jumped up and swung the door open as fast as he could. Then, he dropped to his knees and hugged James. “Jamie, what’s wrong?” When he didn’t answer Regulus tried talking again, “Ok, that didn’t work… umm can we try calming down your breathing again? Please just try to breathe with me. In for four,” Regulus slowly breathed in and James tried his best to follow him, “and then hold 2.” Again Reguls demonstrated and James tried his best to follow, “and then out for 3.” 

For the next few minutes Regulus said every step and was breathing loudly so James could hear. James’ breathing was slowly going back to a normal pace. 

Once it did they sat there in silence, Regulus holding James tightly. The silence was broken when the bell rang but both boys ignored it. After a few more minutes Regulus spoke up. 

“Can you tell me what happened? Why you were panicking?” Regulus spoke in a soft voice. But James didn’t answer, he just stared at the floor. “James? Are you ok?” Again he just stared at the floor.

Regulus didn’t know what to do so they sat there for a bit. Regulus then thought of something, “ok, James can you try something for me?”

James nodded. It wasn’t much but Regulus will take anything. 

“Ok, I’m going to ask you yes or no questions. And please tap this hand,” he rose his left hand up, “to say yes. And tap this hand, “this time raising his right hand, “to say no. Ok?”

James nodded very slowly. 

“Ok, good. Did someone do something to you?” 

James tapped his right hand. 

“Ok… is this school related?” Regulus was trying his best to stay calm but he really wanted to know why James was like this. 

James tapped his left hand. 

“Ok… was it a bad grade?” 

James tapped his left hand again. 

“James… you know one bad grade isn’t that bad, right?” Regulus was confused why this all happened because of a grade. 

James just shrunk in on himself more. But, he managed to mumble, “I know…”

Regulus smiled at James smiling. But he still didn’t understand. “Was it just the bad grade bothering you?”

James paused for a moment and then shook his head ‘no’ 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Regulus asked. 

“I-I’m overwhelmed.” It felt so weird to James actually telling someone the truth. “I’m crumbling.” 

[artaxlivs]

i was afraid to follow

written for the July @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘pool’ wc: 442| rated: M 

My Masterlist

They’ve been kissing for long enough that Eddie has to remind himself to come up for air. Steve’s lips are puffy and spit slick against his own. His boyfriend’s lips. They’re boyfriends now.

One of Eddie’s arms is flung loosely around Steve’s shoulders, the other is buried in Steve’s hair tilting his head where Eddie wants it. Eddie’s doing all the work on the kissing part, Steve’s doing all the work to keep them afloat. His arms out to the sides to swirl and push at the water while his swimmer legs kick them back up every time they start to sink below the surface.

Eddie would kick, too, but his legs have other things to do. They’re busy wrapping themselves around Steve’s hairy thighs or squeezing Steve’s hips between his knees. Because neither of them is wearing swim trunks and Eddie can never resist having his entire body touching Steve’s entire body as often as possible.

They’ll have to get out soon. Pool sex is fun in theory but messy in reality. 

Tugging on Steve’s hair, Eddie gives him one last filthy kiss before pulling back and fluttering his eyes open.

It takes him a few seconds to realize what’s different. It’s dark. The pool light is off for some reason. In the light from the moon, Eddie sees the flash of fear across Steve’s face, his catch of breath, the tense of his core where it’s pressed against Eddie.

Eddie breathes out, “We’re okay, Stevie. It’s just the lightbulb.” There’s a second, though, where Eddie is terrified to put his legs down so they can swim to the shallow end. Steve’s legs are already extended though so Eddie does it, laughs it off. “Come on big guy, race you to the steps.”

Steve returns his grin and the tense of his muscles is different now, competitive jock posturing but Eddie knows Steve won’t leave him behind. Would never leave him behind.

And then the light flickers.

All the air in Eddie’s lungs evaporates. It happens so fast. Steve’s eyes widen, his pupils dilate, a water droplet falls from his hair and then he’s just - gone. Eddie wasn’t even holding on. His arms were just resting on Steve and now there’s nothing. The surface barely registers the splash.

Eddie runs. Swims. Pulls his naked ass up the steps and out of the pool to scramble away to safety. The light flickers back on and the pool is empty. No. No.

When the kids find him like that the next day, they’ll say Eddie couldn’t have done anything but that won’t be true. He could have followed. He could have followed.

[ye-olde-trojan-horse]

a cup of coffee

from @jegulus-microfic's prompt, coffee [545 words]

The receptionist slides a key card across the table and James pockets it, desperate to get to the hotel room after a long flight.

Tired.

James has trouble keeping his mind wandering at the best of times; when he’s tired, let’s just say he has zero control. Like, at all. So, it’s no surprise that shortly after he collapses on the bed (which, for the record, feels like the softest cloud EVER), James ends up scrolling through his message history with Regulus.

It’s the first time they’ve been in the same city since ending things. Or sort of ending things; James still isn’t really sure what happened.

How did we end up like this?

Strangers. Lovers. Then strangers once again.

The thing is, James also has zero control over his impulses; he’s tired… sue him. He clicks sends before even registering what his fingers are doing.

[james] i’m in town staying at the gascogne hotel

[james] meet in the lobby for coffee??

In truth, he doesn’t expect a response— it’s too far into the night to be reasonable for a coffee catch up.

Besides, Regulus has no reason to reply. So why would he?

~~~

It’s late, probably too late for Regulus to be going for a stroll sober and alone, but he’s always found it easier to clear his head under the stars. Sorting through the tangle of thoughts, he assigns each one to its respective box— life is less complicated when it’s compartmentalised.

His phone chimes; who the fuck is messaging at this hour? Regulus sighs, it’s probably just Barty with some meme they felt the need to share but upon looking at the notification, Regulus stops dead in his tracks, paralysed.

They haven’t spoken in two months; the last thing James had said was that he needed Regulus. But Regulus doesn’t like needing people and he doesn't like people needing him. So, he had disappeared.

Two months he’s been trying to swim, wasting his life and breath on people who don’t deserve it, trying to move on from whatever it was that had been between them.

But-

Are we as hopeless as I think?

Maybe, there’s still a thread he’s hanging onto.

[regulus] I’ll be there in twenty minutes.

~~~

James is on his second coffee, trying (yet again) to keep his thoughts in check but the concoction of caffeine and daydreams always lead back to Regulus. He puts the steaming cup down, looks up and suddenly is caught in freefall. Regulus hovers beside the armchair opposite, like he’s too afraid to sit down and commit to a conversation.

Silence wraps around Regulus like a coiled serpent, its fangs poised to strike, making James uneasy as their shared history replays in his mind. They lock eyes; memories both bitter and sweet, resurfacing.

“Can we talk?” James asks, fidgeting nervously with his fingers.

Fuck, this is a mistake.

But something soft seems to flicker across Regulus’s face, even if only for a moment. It looks something like hope, a fragile flame, desperate to be coaxed to life.

“Sure,” Regulus nods, taking a seat.

James draws in a deep breath and lets himself relax a little; maybe, they can work this out.

Because Regulus is choosing to be here.

Meeting him for a cup of coffee.

(based on this song ☺️)

[mightbeimpossiblenotto]

Show - Oct 30 - @rosekillermicrofic - 808 words - Warnings: none

“Will you please stop by Spellbinding Sound for me?” Pandora begged as soon as Evan picked up her call.

“‘Hello, Evan, my dearest brother,’” Evan said dryly. “I think you’re supposed to greet me at the very least before asking for a favor.”

Pandora sighed noisily. “I just need a new pack of reeds for my clarinet, and you know which ones to buy.”

Evan sighed back at her. “I suppose it is on the way home. I’ll drop by for you, if you make me dinner.”

“Deal,” Pandora said, hanging up immediately. Evan looked at his phone blankly, offended for a moment, before remembering she was probably in the middle of practicing when she called.

Spellbinding Sound was a small music supply shop that Pandora favored, and Evan had been sent there a few times on errands for her. He usually didn’t mind; the owner, an older man named Albus, was kind and patient. When Evan entered the store, though, he was already helping a customer.

“Would you like me to restring the instrument for you?” Albus was asking the man in front of him. The man was shorter than Evan, with dark, tousled hair and several face piercings: two on his lip, another on his eyebrow, another on his nose, too many to count on both ears. He was wearing a graphic band t-shirt over ripped-up jeans, a leather jacket slung over his shoulder. His bare arms were covered in tattoos, and they continued up his neck and down his hands. Evan found himself wondering where else the man was tattooed.

“No, thanks,” the man said in a smooth voice. “I like to do it myself.”

He picked up his strings, which Evan assumed were for some sort of guitar or bass for his punk band, based on the man’s appearance. The man nearly ran into Evan when he spun around and walked towards the door with a swift gait.

“My bad,” the man said, worrying one of the lip rings between his teeth for a moment. “I’m Barty.”

Confused as to why the man gave his name, Evan responded with his own. “Evan.”

Evan tried to step around Barty, but Barty stepped into his path again.

“You like music?” Barty asked, and before Evan could answer, he continued talking. “You should come to my show. Friday night at the Slytherin Stage. I hope I’ll see you there.”

Evan watched him walk out the door, raising both eyebrows at the man’s gall. Inviting him to a show was one thing, but leaving directly after the invite was just dramatic. Evan shook it off and stepped up to the counter and greeted Albus.

“Does Pandora need new reeds?” Albus asked knowingly, his eyes sparkling. Evan nodded. They chatted amicably while Albus grabbed the reeds for Evan, and processed the payment for them. Soon enough, Evan was on his way home to Pandora.

Evan didn’t even know why he was attending the concert. He wasn’t a punk music person — but something about Barty had made him want to learn more. Maybe it was his overconfidence or attractiveness, but Evan felt compelled to come to his show that evening. He was surprised that attendees were dressed so nicely, and he was glad that he had come directly after work, so he was still wearing his nice work slacks and a button-down shirt. As he took his seat in the audience, in a gorgeous emerald-green auditorium. He was starting to think he had greatly misread the man he’d spoken to, because there was no way he was about to see some sort of punk band performance.

Nerves flew in his stomach as he wondered what he had signed up for, just as the curtains pulled back and revealed an entire full symphony orchestra. Evan scanned the faces of every single person until he found Barty, sitting at the very front left. He was first chair violin, the goddamn concertmaster. Evan had him pegged completely wrong.

To make matters worse, Barty looked even more attractive in the emerald green suit and tie, with his instrument propped on his knee and his bow in his other hand. Evan had been so stupid to assume he played the guitar, when clearly Barty’s body had been made to hold the violin. The conductor raised his hands, and then lovely music filled the auditorium as the orchestra began.

Evan was entranced. He watched Barty throughout the entire performance, never taking his eyes off Barty’s graceful movements. He ended up lingering by the side stage, waiting for Barty after the show. When the man emerged, he looked surprised to see Evan there.

“You came,” he said softly, before seemingly shaking confidence back into himself. “You liked the show, didn’t you?”

“I did,” Evan said. “I really did.”

And then he stepped forward and kissed Barty.

[lnthestillness]

Prompt - Cold

@wolfstarmicrofic - 399 words

Remus hummed as he poured the warm soup from the pot into a thermos. It was leftover chicken and rice soup from his visit with his Mum the night before, Hope insisting that her soup could heal any ailments. Remus smiled fondly at the memory.

He closed the thermos and made his way upstairs, quietly creeping into their bedroom to see Sirius in a fitful sleep propped up against the headboard. He had a damp towel on his forehead, and his face was flushed and shining with sweat. His breathing was laboured and his brows furrowed. Remus sat down next to him on the bed and gently shook his shoulder.

Sirius grumbled as he stirred. “Mmm— Moony?” He said, blinking blearily up at his husband. His normally bright eyes were bloodshot with heavy purple bags underneath.

“Hey, love,” Remus said, brushing away the hair sticking to Sirius’ face, “I made you some soup. You haven’t eaten all day.”

Sirius sighed. “M’not hungry,” he said. Right after he said this, his stomach grumbled loudly.

Remus raised a brow and Sirius flushed even redder than he already was with the fever. “Are you really not hungry, or are you just worried you won’t be able to keep it down?”

Sirius looked away, biting his lip and pouting petulantly. Remus chuckled lightly.

“I understand,” he said placatingly, “but you need to eat to get better. I can give you a few Gravol to help with the nausea.”

Sirius sighed. “Fine,” he huffed, sitting up straighter so he could drink his soup without spilling. Remus handed him the thermos with the lid off and Sirius wasted no time.

It seemed like Sirius was hungrier than he let on, because the whole thermos was drained in three minutes flat. He licked his lips after taking the last sip, and put the empty thermos on the bedside table.

“See,” Remus hummed, “that was good, wasn’t it?”

Sirius nodded, pressing his eyes shut tight. “M’head hurts…” he groaned.

Remus frowned and shuffled under the blanket next to Sirius, pulling him close to his chest. He pressed a kiss to his hair. “I know, love,” he said, “I’m sorry you got a cold so close to Christmas.”

“Better be gone by then,” Sirius grumbled, “I refuse to lay rotting in bed alone on Christmas.”

Remus huffed a laugh. “Like I’d ever let you be alone on Christmas.”

[solxnglondon]

(teeny little) twinkle

summary: ginny is painting an easter egg for harry (and she’s definitely over him now, by the way)

for @ginnystrophyhusband’s hinny microfics <3

this is set in order of the phoenix! and it is also featuring two of my ocs (allana & emily) because i gotta push my own agenda/universe.

ao3 link here.

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“You should just drop him.” Allana puffed her cheeks in complaint.

Ginny rolled her eyes at her best friend, but she didn’t look up from her craft. She wanted the little snitches she was painting on that particular Easter egg to be perfect. “I’ll not drop Michael just because he showed ten minutes late.”

“It’s the first sign of doom,” The brunette replied stubbornly, before looking to their other friend for help. “Emily?”

“I think you are exaggerating, yes.” Emily confirmed, painting little pink bows on her own egg.

“Ugh.” Allana complained, scowling in distaste. “He’s a buggin’ loser, Gin. And one day you’ll see and I’ll have to say ‘I told you so’.” She looked down at the eggs and the arrangement of paint colours and decorations. “So, you’re really over Harry? Completely?”

Ginny merely shrugged, determining that was the best demonstration of nonchalance. “I wasn’t going to wait around forever.” Her eyes narrowed, crooning her neck downwards to trace the delicate lines of the snitch’s wings.

“That’s it, then? Not even a teeny little twinkle?”

“God’s sake, Allana!” Emily chastised, sounding more amused than severe.

“I still don’t know why you shorten Godric’s name like that,” Allana answered instead, crossing her arms.

The two engaged in a discussion of whether or not ‘God’ was a being separate to Godric Gryffindor and if that assumption was sensible or not. Ginny listened absentmindedly, like it was background noise of a radio station. She was more invested in the intricacies of this particular Easter egg than she would have fancied admitting. Perhaps a few Quaffle hoops would make the picture more elusive. She wondered if she should colour in a background, and she reproved of herself for not thinking of it in anticipation.

More than anything, though, she scolded herself for the unnecessary overthinking for Harry’s egg. And she really was over him, she told herself. He was her friend now. A proper friend. Such a dear, true friend, that imagining his smile when she gave him his Easter gift gave her a twinkle in the pit of her stomach. Just a teeny, little twinkle.

[steviesummer]

what you cannot hold (wanting)

written for @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘hole’ wc: #404 | rated: G| cw: angst, unrequited love (maybe)

There’s a hole in Steve’s heart that gets bigger every year. He doesn’t know when it started, surely just a pinprick, but he remembers when he first noticed it. He was 12; his parents talked about how grown up he was as they left on their trip, but all he could feel was that hole opening up inside him.

Nancy tore it further, grip strong from where she’d been holding it closed. Maybe he should have known better, known not to let another person get that close, but it was too late. It was only the arrival of Dustin and the need to protect the kids that kept him from bleeding out.

Robin snuck in, smoothing the edges other had left sharp and jagged. He wasn’t ready to let anyone in but that didn’t matter. It never mattered. He tucked her secrets inside, promising to keep them safe.

The kids starting high school undid all the progress he’d made. They needed him less and less- busy with school and full of hero-worship for Eddie Munson when he did see them.

He couldn’t blame them. Eddie was loud and never afraid to be himself. He put himself out there and played their game; he would have been more surprised if they hadn’t clicked.

Guilt and jealousy had him ripping at the seams of his heart, hoping one day he’d be able to pick enough threads loose that he could sew it up himself. Keep himself safe from pain.

Then Vecna came, and Eddie nearly died, and they got closer too. Steve thought maybe this was it, maybe Eddie would be kind to his tattered heart.

But Eddie was going places. Steve listened when he talked about getting out of Hawkins, becoming a rockstar. He knew he didn’t fit in that dream either. After all they’d been through, Steve just wanted peace. To feel safe and whole.

Every day, he smiled and ignored the way his battered heart raced. One by one, everyone moved on- to college or work or their dreams. Steve just stayed, couldn’t leave, not yet.

Maybe someday things would be different. Their dreams would line up or they’ll both find someone new or time would heal him. Until then, Steve can pretend like his heart is still in one piece. Until then, Steve would hold the gaping wound inside close. There’s a hole in Steve’s heart and it gets bigger every year.

[taylorswiftmicrofic]

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