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[fictionalsimp09]

chain – @rosekillermicrofic – 299 words 

Barty finishes smoking out the eyeliner he convinced Dorcas to lend him, and stands back to look in the bathroom mirror. Fuck, he looks hot. This is going to become his entire personality now. 

“Hurry up, Barty! We’re gonna be late,” Evan calls from their dorm. 

He ruffles his hair, making sure it’s messy, just how he likes it, and goes to grab his jacket of his bed. Both of the boys’ breaths hitch when they look at the other, Barty with his eyeliner and Evan with a gold chain around his neck. Evan clears his throat, looking away as he says, “You look good, Bee. It suits you.” Barty grins, he’s never seen Evan this flustered, even with any of the girls he has short-lived romances with. “We should get going,” Evan makes his way to the door. 

“Wait.” Barty steps in front of him, his hand resting on the other’s chest to stop him from leaving. He can feel Evan’s heart beating under his palm. Barty hasn’t done anything about his feelings for his best friend because he wasn’t sure if they were reciprocated, but Evan’s pounding heart suggests that he might feel the same. He isn’t sure whether if it’s the eyeliner making him more confident, or the damn necklace that makes Evan irresistible, but he slides his hand up his chest, wrapping around his neck. Barty leans in, whispering in his ear, “I can think of better things to do than go to a stupid party.” 

Evan slams him into the door behind him and seizes his lips in his own. If Barty had any doubts about if his feelings for Evan are reciprocated, the way he licks his lower lip and groans as he slides his tongue into Barty’s mouth proves that they are. 

[crescentcitytorchwood]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Characters: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin Additional Tags: Drabble, Honeymoon, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, wolfstar, Sirius Black x Remus Lupin - Freeform, wolfstar fluff Summary:

A short drabble based on the Wolfstar Microfic prompt for May 23rd - Pool.

@wolfstarmicrofic

[ecstarry]

@wolfstarmicrofic / First Kiss / 517 words

“You can’t just take off like that!” Remus reacted loudly. They had been living together for a year but they had never had a fight like this. 

“Since when!?” Sirius was as angry as he was confused.

“Since always, Sirius. You always tell me when and where you are going out!” 

“I don’t see James telling you everytime he goes out. I can take care of myself, Remus.” Sirius had stopped calling him anything but Moony for years now. 

Remus kept feeling like he broke things, he just wanted Sirius to be okay. Everything that came out of Remus’ mouth felt wrong. He thought that Sirius would understand that it wasn’t about control, it was about him just wanting to know where exactly he would show up if Sirius ever called him to say he needed him. He just cared, maybe too much.

“It’s different,” was all Remus managed to say, his voice turning into something soft even if his eyes still seemed upset. 

Sirius didn’t say anything back instantly, instead he got closer to Remus. They had always been comfortable standing near each other, especially when trying to talk. As if the closer their hearts were, the less words they needed.

“It’s different because-”

“Heeeey, we are back!” James barged into their apartment with Regulus right behind him. 

“Get out James!” Remus and Sirius screamed in unison. 

The loud demand made the couple retreat instantly with a few muffled laughs on their way out. 

The moment the door closed they chuckled, but Remus continued. “Listen, I know you can take care of yourself, Sirius. I just can’t help but worry. Everytime you leave, every time you’re out of my sight… I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“Moony, talk to me.” Sirius’ hand reached for Remus’ fingers. 

“I can’t lose you Sirius,” Remus confessed. The knot on his throat threatening to untangle into a river of tears. He didn’t need Sirius any other way, he could remain like this, as long as he still had him in his life. Remus couldn’t look at Sirius, not when ‘I love you’ was so close to slipping out.

“Look at me,” Sirius gently grabbed Remus’ chin and lifted it. “You are not like James to me either.” 

“I am not?” Remus asked, searching desperately for anything more that would confirm what the meaning behind Sirius’ last words were. 

As if his thoughts had become prayers, Sirius carefully lifted his hand and placed his palm on Remus’ cheek. 

“Moony, you’re different for me too.” Remus could no longer control his feelings and tears started to fall down his cheek, damping Sirius’ hand. Sirius gently removed his hand and leaned in to kiss the place where his hand had left absent and kissed it. 

“Sirius-” Remus said with a broken voice, but Sirius' lips slowly started pressing more kisses around his face. Remus opened his mouth once more, the final confession about to leave his lips.

“I know, Moony. Me too,” Sirius interrupted. Gently, his lips traveled to the only place that remained unkissed: Remus’ lips. 

A first kiss. Their first kiss.

[getawayfox]

@drarrymicrofic says today’s prompt is simple, I say it’s also extra cheesy *grins*. Here is 150 words of established tooth-rotting fluff. Thank you @crazybutgood for being a Comma Guru! 🤍

The perfect teacup in six simple steps:

Step one: boil the water (the deep bubbling sound calls you to the kitchen without fail, no matter where in the house you are)

Step two: warm the teapot (just like my mother taught me; you watch, chin hooked on my shoulder, your arms warm around my waist)

Step three: add the tea leaves (from that little shop on the corner you showed me last spring; I haven’t been to another place since)

Step four: steep the tea (like sinking into a hot bath, you say while we wait, it´s so silly, I can’t keep the smile off my face)

Step five: strain the tea (while you get the teacups in this choreographed dance we’ve practiced a thousand times)

Step six: pour and enjoy (a dash of milk for you, a lemon slice for me, deep exhale, a moment steeped to perfection)

[james-sunshine-potter]

tw/ heavy talks of homophobia

"Hey, looking good, where are you heading?" Sirius commented as James walked into his living room. Sirius came round to help Regulus with something he needed to do for work. Sirius and Regulus are surrounded by books, contracts and general mess as James uses the mirror above the fireplace to take off his jellewery, leaving it on the mantlepiece in-front of him.

"Oh my cousins getting married, i'm leaving soon,"

"Soon, it's barely ten am!" Sirius exclaimed.

"Indian weddings are like all day events,"

So, James hadn't been looking forward for this wedding. It wasn't that he didn't like his extended family, he does. He gets on alright with them. His parents were going to be there, and he gets on well with his cousin, the one getting married. It's just... some of the older members of his family.

He's avoided telling Regulus about it for a particular reason

"A wedding? Why didn't you tell me, I haven't prepared anything, when do you leave?" Regulus asked, taking his nose out of a book.

"My parents are picking me up in roughly half an hour..." James was really trying to avoid this conversation.

"You haven't mentioned this to me, how long have you known about this?" Sirius asked. despite the length Regulus and Sirius has lived at the Potters, they never really met much of James' extended family. A lot of them don't live in England, and the ones who do, don't speak great English. James has always been able to communicate to them, as English wasn't his first language. It wasn't even his second. Barely his third... But his parents thought it might be for the best they don't meet. So they only ever met a handful of them, majority of being on his dad's side. Regulus nor Sirius ever asked about it.

The point was that, Regulus and Sirius didn't know his family very well. If they went to this wedding, they would be completely out of place, and James isn't sure how much they'd enjoy it. He isn't sure he's going to enjoy it.

"I want to say a month, I haven't really been thinking about it," James said loosely as he walked out the room briefly, coming back in with his sherwani, the jacket which went with his outfit.

"A month? Why haven't you told me... what can I do with twenty minutes?" James and Regulus had been to weddings together before, if they ever have a plus one on an invite, it's always them.

Which is what the issue lies in...

"Yeah, that's why I haven't told you... you're not exactly coming," James said, knowing that would be better than umming and erring.

"What? Why?" Regulus didn't sound hurt or offended, he sounded confused.

"Cause I didn't get a plus one on my invite," James started to button up his sherwani, as he leaned against the arm chair facing the couch which Sirius and Regulus were on. Work completely forgotten.

"Oh..." is all Regulus said.

"Why didn't you get a plus one? Has no one else got a plus one?" Sirius pushed.

"No, Indian weddings don't really work like that..." James didn't want to have this conversation, he just wanted today to be over with. "I called my cousin about it but they said it was final, I asked about that and they people did, but it didn't 'work out' for me... I don't plan on staying that long anyway, so I just left it at that,"

"Well, you should have pushed it, surely if you explained that you wanted your boyfriend there they would understand," Sirius pushed, sitting on the edge of the couch now.

"I... kind of don't" James said, immediately back tracking when regulus does pull an offended look, "It's not you, I would love you to be there it's just..."

"It's just what, James? Why don't you want me there?" Regulus spat, filling the air with tension.

"It's my extended family... they don't... love the fact I'm gay," James admitted and the air radiating of Regulus cooled, "It's just... my family is very religious, which you guys know from my parents but they also come from apart of the world which is still living with out of date ideologies... gay marriage isn't even legal there yet, and only in the past five years have being gay been decriminalized..."

Horror and shock paint Sirius and Regulus' face as James speaks.

"I've never intended for them to know, it was easier that way, especially as they didn't love my way of live before... not being a doctor or following down an academic job, so every time I saw them it was a lot 'why you not a doctor yet?' or being compared to my cousins, which is normal in Asian families, I mean my dad's parents are Vitaminise, along with all their family, so it's disappointment from both ends, you know,"

James took a deep breath, letting them catch up.

"If you never told them, how did they find out?" Sirius asked innocently.

"Because my mum told my aunt, and it spread like wildfire... she told her a couple of months after I came out to her, you remember how long it took for my parents to get comfortable with it... they're fine with it now... but I know my extended family, and now every event since has been filled with weird looks, side comments and my Nani asking me 'when will I meet a fine lady'... just worded differently in Urdu..."

"So they didn't give you a plus one because..." Regulus started, but James finished Regulus' sentence.

"Because they didn't want me bringing a man as a date to the wedding? Yeah... it's a sort of tell not show sort of thing in my family... I'm the only open gay person in my family, and I didn't even come out on my terms... the point is you wouldn't have a good time at this wedding, homophobic family members and large get togethers don't mix well, and you don't have to be subjected to that, as I said before I don't plan on staying long,"

As James finished speaking, there was a honk from a parked gold Honda from outside their house.

"If they're being horrible to you about this, you shouldn't go James... that's unfair on you," Sirius said, as James slid on his sandals.

"It's fine, my parents want me to go, plus being a first cousin makes me in the bridal party for the groom, I'm my cousins best man... the wedding doesn't even started till one pm, I have four hours of mehndi and meeting my cousins soon to be in laws ahead of before the ceremony even begins... it'll make it worse if I don't go,"

Regulus nods, Sirius has a look of defiance on his face but James ignores it.

"Well, come home as soon if they're making you uncomfortable,"

James plants a strong kiss on Regulus' lips and leaves for the longest wedding of his life.

[soupandsorcery]

Day 1 - Create

Jamie presses the tip of his tongue to his bottom lip, concentrating as he mimics Roy's movements. The dough is slightly tacky against his fingers, like it's trying to suck them back in every time Jamie pulls them away.

It's soothing in a way he didn't expect, the push and pull of it, pressing the dough to the worktop and then watching it spring back into shape, leaving open patches on the floured surface of Roy's granite countertop.

"How the fuck did you learn how to do this?" Jamie asks, glancing sidelong at the man beside him. Larger than life as always, but somehow diminished, made smaller--but in the best possible way--by the domesticity and shit.

Roy doesn't answer for a bit, brows furrowed as he focuses on shaping his dough into a ball and then ruins that work by dropping it into an oiled bowl with a wet slap.

"My sister," he says eventually, "wanted me to have a fucking 'outlet'." He forms the air quote with one oil shiny hand. "Said if I wanted to take my anger out, I may as well do it in a way that creates something instead of destroying something. So we spent a weekend learning how to make bread."

"Huh. Clever," Jamie responds. He pats at his own dough, rolling the thought around in his head. "You can punch the dough instead of punching faces in, yeah?"

"Yeah. Thought it was fucking stupid at the time, but since I had just headbutted her ex-husband, I didn't really have a leg to stand on."

Jamie laughs, imagining a younger Roy Kent, beating the shit out of some twat who had the nerve to disrespect his baby sister. "Fucker probably had it coming though."

"Damn right he did."

It's nice, Jamie decides. Nice that Roy's sister wants better for him. Nice that Roy wanted to share this with him just because he's been sleeping like shit for the last couple of nights. Already the tension has drained from his body, and he doesn't feel like he has to clench his jaw so hard his teeth ache to avoid screaming.

"Maybe sometimes you've gotta destroy something to create something else. Something that's better," Jamie murmurs, half to himself.

But Roy hears, of course. Hears it and looks at him, and for a second, there's something like wonder on his face. Something like he's just had a realization, and then something almost pained. It's all gone in a flash, leaving behind the usual 'I'm Roy Kent, and I'm a grumpy fucking bastard' expression.

But his voice is still uncharacteristically soft when he speaks. "Yeah. Maybe."

technically, this mircrofic may prompt is from the hp fandom one, but my heart has been beating royjamie today. 439 words.

[siriuslygay1981]

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Black brothers angst- Angsty, sad, Regulus' hopes and dreams squashed.

Regulus Dying- Regulus' last moments

Dorlene word prompt- Dorcas being a simp

Rosekiller quote prompt- Silly little guys, short interaction.

Jegulus- Fluff mostly. Right before Regulus leaves for the cave.

Rosekiller quote prompt thing - Miscommunication, slight angst

Wolfstar Short - Small crack one shot

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Rosekiller prompt Part 2 - slight angst, comfort, hea

Rosekiller mircrofic- Word prompt, may 24th. Word:Favorite

JEGULUS mircrofic- Microfic based off of a fanart!

[emmypotter7]

tumblr needs a feature where when you search something, you can sort it to see the earliest results first instead of just the latest.

i’m trying to find mircrofics to read but i’ve already read the latest ones and i don’t want to scroll all the way down to find ones i haven’t read yet.

[riselioness]

For @riselioness: Sobiwan + coming home (someone stop me? because apparently I can’t stop myself and I’ve got a May 4th challenge to write…)

(Fair warning: this is somewhat less cute than the last couple. Full list of prompts here. Feel free to send me more - although I should probably stop, I’d prefer to stop on a cute note!)

Being with Obi-Wan had always felt like coming home. From her first days of knowing him during the invasion of Naboo, his presence could calm her like nothing else.

Now, they had a real home together too. Technically Obi-Wan still lived in his spartan quarters at the Temple, but in reality whenever he was on Coruscant he spent most nights at their apartment. 

The Council, thankfully, turned a blind eye. Sabé was never quite sure of their reasons, but suspected that at least part of it was that in the ongoing turmoil of the Clone Wars they had decided to let the situation be, rather than risk upsetting their best general by trying to address it. Anakin was disgusted at what he clearly saw as the Council’s hypocrisy, but since he still hadn’t admitted to his marriage to Padmé (though Sabé had known of it for some time) Obi-Wan felt unable to confront his former apprentice and have the conversation they so clearly needed.

Officially the apartment was Sabé’s, provided by Padmé’s office as part of her role as her aide, but Sabé took pains to make it feel as much like theirs as possible.

As a Jedi Obi-Wan had few possessions, so he didn’t have much to physically mark his presence there. But his small selection of toiletries were in the ‘fresher, and a few changes of clothes were stored neatly in one of the wardrobes. Sabé had been slightly surprised by the number of cloaks compared with the  rest of his clothes, but she soon found out why.

Obi-Wan had come with her, somewhat under sufferance but knowing it was important to her, to one of Coruscant’s galleries. Together they had chosen a couple of pictures and a wall hanging to mark the already fully furnished apartment out as theirs. Sabé cared about these things only slightly more than Obi-Wan, but what mattered to her was they they had chosen them together. She knew Obi-Wan didn’t need things like this for the apartment to feel like home, but given that she was alone in it most of the time, it helped her to know they’d chosen them together.

These were terrifying, bewildering times, as they watched the Republic self-destruct before their eyes.

The knowledge seized her behind the eyeballs as she emerged from sleep. During the day she kept busy, her work occupying almost all of her time and at least enabling her to feel like she was doing something, even if it was futile. At night the darkness crowded round her as she lay in her bed and tried to sleep.

There were bright spots, but they were few and far between. Her brother came to stay, and after not seeing him for years she found to her delight that they soon established a genuine friendship. Yané had her baby, a sturdy little girl that she named Shara, after her grandmother. She added vibrostaff drill to her normal blaster practice, and soon found her old skill in the weapon returning, until she felt like she’d never let it slide at all.

But mostly though, her days were filled with anxiety and dread.

In addition to the war, she worried almost constantly about Padmé. Since the Battle of Geonosis she had been growing gradually more distant, closing herself off from those who had once been her closest friends.

When Sabé finally found out about Padmé's marriage to Anakin, her disquiet grew. She acknowledged that her feelings were influenced somewhat by the fact that Anakin had disliked her ever since the decoy ploy was revealed all those years ago, and being disliked by Anakin was not a pleasant experience. But even putting her personal feelings to one side, there was enough there to cause serious concern.

He was undoubtably a remarkable Jedi and a skilled general, and had earned both the love and loyalty of Obi-Wan, his Padawan Ahsoka, and his clone troops. But Sabé had seen glimpses of a darker side to this hero of the Clone Wars - his distrust of those who disagreed with him, his jealousy of those his wife liked and trusted, and occasional but alarming flashes of temper.

Padmé had closed down all attempts by both Sabé and Dormé to talk to her about it. When Dormé finally cornered her and made her listen to her concerns, it had resulted in a blazing row, which led to Dormé resigning from her service. Now only Ellé and Motée were left as her handmaidens, and their relationship with Padmé was much more one of employees and staff than it had ever been in Sabé’s day - it seemed unlikely they would ever challenge her.

Sabé learnt her lesson from Dormé’s experience, and reluctantly refrained from discussing the subject with Padmé any further. She clung to the hope that if she could just maintain the fragile bond of friendship that remained, Padmé might one day turn to her.

And so she continued every day under a heavy cloud of fear and worry, that weighed down on her and made it difficult to see a way forward.

But when Obi-Wan was with her, somehow the darkness didn’t seem so all-encompassing.

The galaxy might be tearing itself apart, but when they were together there was such a sense of rightness that the tension in her mind and body eased, and she was more able to live in the present and just enjoy being with him. It didn’t make everything alright, or even make any significant change to the situation as a whole, but it reminded her that there was still good in the galaxy, and somehow made her more able to believe that somewhere there might even still be hope.

Because amongst all the fear and uncertainty, she knew one thing for sure.

Whenever she was with him, she was home.

[curlyy-hair-dont-care]

Heartstopping

Draco pushes the door open throwing his keys in the bowl, Harry hot on his heels. "Why are you being so irrational. I don't care that Flint is an international Quidditch player. I don't want him. I want you! I love you!" he finishes with a huff and is met with stunned silence.

Harry's face goes through a gamut of emotions before he whispers, "That's the first time you've said it."

"What?"

"I love you; it's the first time you've said that to me."

Draco's heart stops for a second before he pulls Harry into a tight embrace. "Oh sweetheart, of course I love you," he whispers wetly, peppering kisses on Harry's face as he proceeds to tell him how much he loves him.

@drarrymicrofic May Prompt #6 - Heartstopping

[my-one-true-l]

Inspired by the Dear @lisutarid-a and her wonderful ask! 

Find it on AO3.

[jeanm3]

Moonlight (NSFW link)

Harry tastes moonlight on Draco's skin. (NSFW Mircrofic + NSFW Art)

Notes: Hello everybody! It's been a long time but I finally managed to produce some new content! I have to say, I missed to draw and write about the boys, so there it is a microfic with some art! I hope you like it 💋 Check out the link for the whole thing.

[smalltowndetective]

🖊 for Thea, Natasha and Luelle if it's not too much pls ? ❤❤

Never too much! (I have so many random facts about all of them haha!) Thank you so much for the ask Soso! Sorry this took me so long to do!

Thea

🖋  Thea has absolutely gorgeous handwriting. (Something that I have tried to replicate how it looks in my mind, but I am never able to exactly get it the way that I want it to look!) Always perfectly shaped cursive, with pretty loops and all tied neatly together! (Her cursive is better then her print, which is why she tends to write in cursive exclusively!) Which is why in the mircrofic I posted, why it being crooked was such a big deal! Especially considering who she was writing for, Thea wanted it to be perfect and did not want it to be any less then that! (Thea isn’t normally a perfectionist, but there are a few times she can be!)

Natasha

🖋 Natasha does not have flawless vision, and normally wears contacts to correct it! She feels as though she sees better with contacts then she can with glasses, so it is a very rare sight to see her with them! (The only way that you will is if you knock on the door in the middle of the night. Otherwise, Natasha will put in her contacts before meeting with you) She does have a desire to look professional always, even during times where it is not an expectation or requirement for her to be so! (May I say it is perhaps... a self protective front?)

Luelle

🖋 Despite being a self-declared goth in high school (and a morbid/confident Button), Luelle hates scary movies. While she will never admit this herself (though Nick knows), the whole atmosphere and uncertainty of it is something that never fails to make her feel uneasy. Especially with more psychological horror based movies- those really get under her skin. Though, she has tried to deliberately watch them to try and prove that they don’t bother her, she does normally end up turning them off! 

[getawayfox]

50 words for today’s @drarrymicrofic prompt: Friends by Chase Atlantic

As always, my love to @curlyy-hair-dont-care for being so helpful and sweet 🤍

Harry’s friendship with Astoria Malfoy is not unexpected, considering they are the only two Hogwarts professors of their age. What is a surprise, a confusingly pleasant one if Harry’s honest, is the frequent presence of her husband in the castle, each new excuse to be there flimsier than the last.

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[curlyy-hair-dont-care]

For I can't help falling in love with you

Draco rarely played the piano in front of people. So to hear him playing today while Harry prepped dinner was quite a treat.

Harry smiled to himself, humming the lyrics of the latest song being played as he poured them both some wine.

Take my hand, take my whole life too

Harry's rich voice carried into the living room.

For I can't help falling in love with you

Draco smiled shyly and continued playing as Harry sat next to him on the bench, an arm around his waist and his head on Draco's shoulder.

For I can't help falling in love with you

@drarrymicrofic April Prompt #2 - Serenade

[curlyy-hair-dont-care]

Still into you

"Ok, action." "Bad timing darling, Draco's on his phone watching Tiktoks. You might as well be talking to a wall." Harry laughs, poking his husband's ribs. "Stop it Potty, be nice to me," Draco mumbles, eyes glued to the screen. "Nice," Harry mutters, messing Draco's hair, pressing a kiss to his neck and resting his chin atop his head. Bickering and teasing ensue. "Yep, people. Those are my grandparents. Almost touching 90 but still behave like teenage sweethearts," I sign off the live session as my followers coo over these two in the comments.

@drarrymicrofic June Prompt #3 - Still into you