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[onehundredflamingos]

13 / head | scarf / 447 words

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“I wish you’d stop wearing my brother’s clothes,” Sirius said with a scowl, nodding at the Slytherin scarf wrapped around James’ neck. “Green isn’t your color.”

“Every color is his color,” Regulus argued, suddenly standing beside James.

James had slept over in Regulus’ dorm room the night before; he had gotten ready there before breakfast, and wasn’t expecting to see Regulus again until after their school days were over. “Although I am partial to him putting my clothes on instead of his own after we fu—”

“That’s—“ Sirius cleared his throat, quickly drowning out the rest of Regulus’ sentence with his own sound of disgust. He turned away, muttering quietly to himself, “I hate this.”

“Are you trying to give him a heart attack?” James asked with a laugh, turning away from his best friend’s retreating back and looking down at his boyfriend.

“Me?” Regulus asked indignantly, feigning offense. “You’re the one who grabbed my scarf this morning.”

“It smells like you,” James replied, almost petulantly. The words were confident, but he could feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up his cheeks.

Regulus smiled up at him, a soft, knowing thing that was reserved only for James, before grabbing each end of the offending scarf in each of his fists. He tugged roughly, yanking James’ head down until their lips were a mere hairsbreadth apart.

“Meet me in my dorm at lunch and you can earn it back,” Regulus said suggestively, before pulling James into a deep kiss. There was the distant, unmistakable sound of Sirius choking on his pumpkin juice behind them, but James could hardly hear it, all of his senses honing in on the feel of Regulus’ tongue against his own. His focus was solely on the promise of what was to come. “But right now I need it back, or I won’t hear the end of it from Slughorn.”

James whined as they broke apart, but he let Regulus pull the fabric from around his neck, and watched as Regulus turned to walk away with nothing more than a wink.

“Stop staring at my little brother,” Sirius said, walking back up to James and smacking him in the back of the head. “We’re going to be late for transfiguration.”

“But he’s so p—”

“If I have to hear you tell me that he’s pretty one more time, I’m gonna hit you again.”

James huffed out a laugh, but obediently followed Sirius to class in silence anyway.

He spent the rest of the morning keeping his thoughts to himself, the ones of a pretty pale body writhing beneath his touch, of pretty pink lips and pretty grey eyes.

Lunch didn’t come nearly fast enough.

[my-castles-crumbling]

football - jegulus microfic - september 1 - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 222

Self-consciously, Regulus pulled at the large jersey on his body, looking around the crowd as he walked to the front of the stands.

He'd never been to a football game before. Never in his life had he been interested in any sort of sports. But the moment James had kissed him softly, pressing him against the door of his car, and handed him the red-and-gold shirt with 'Potter' emblazoned on the back, he'd quite forgotten how to think.

"Wear it? Watch me play tomorrow?" James had asked, looking down at him with hope shining in his eyes.

And all he could do was nod mutely, trying not to melt.

So now here he was, at a fucking football game, sitting in the stands uncomfortably.

At first, he regretted coming. Though he dragged Barty along and his friend seemed to be completely at ease, Regulus was nervous. This was not his scene, and he didn't understand anything about what was happening.

But the moment James's name was announced, his heart leapt to his throat and he began to clap loudly, doing his best not to cheer like an idiot. And when the older boy turned, seemingly scanning the crowd for something, and his eyes locked with Regulus's, he pointed at him with a grin.

And suddenly, Regulus was quite excited to be there.

[onehundredfoxess]

18 / glitter / 425 words

@taylorswiftmicrofic

Neil had a feeling Andrew would be irritated with him — for allowing his cousin to help him get ready, for taking so long to get ready at all, but it had been so long since they’d last gone to Eden’s, and Neil had actually been excited when Nicky offered up his make-up collection to him.

Too many exy balls to the head, maybe, but he still hoped that Andrew would like it.

Nicky swiped some glitter over Neil’s eyelids and down along his cheekbones before stepping back and taking an appraising look. He let out a small squeal of delight before zipping up his make up bag.

“If I didn’t think Andrew would kill me for saying so, I’d say that you look really hot with all that eyeliner on,” Nicky said with a grin.

“Nicky,” Neil chastised, shaking his head. He didn’t care when Nicky hit on him like that, and knew it was harmless, but he was still aware it had the potential to cause a rift in the group if Andrew ever overheard. Neil didn’t want to deal with that right before a night out.

“What?” Nicky asked, rhetorically. “I’d be surprised if Andrew doesn’t try to fuck you right there at the club.”

Neil choked on his own saliva. “Let’s go.”

When Nicky and Neil made their way down to the Maserati, Andrew barely spared them a glance before he was impatiently shifting gears and tapping his thumb against the steering wheel. He dropped everyone at the curb in front of Eden’s Twilight before driving off with his valet ticket to find a parking spot.

It wasn’t until Neil was standing at the bar counter waiting for Roland to pour their drinks that Andrew showed any indication that he had seen Neil’s new look for the evening.

“Glitter, Neil?” Andrew asked from behind Neil. Andrew had one arm on either side of him, hands braced against the bar top. “You look ridiculous.”

Neil nearly grinned at the rough timbre of Andrew’s voice, at the hitch just before the word ‘ridiculous.’ Neil wanted to press back against Andrew, wanted to see what Andrew really thought of his eyeliner and fitted jeans.

“Yes or no?” Neil asked, glancing back at Andrew. Andrew’s gaze fell to Neil’s lips before moving back up to his eyes. He leaned forward, pressing his erection against Neil’s ass before whispering into his ear.

“Yes.” Andrew grabbed Neil by the wrist and dragged him to the bathroom where he promptly fell to his knees.

Turned out, Nicky was right after all.

[cassetteinability]

6 / kaleidoscope / 217 words

@taylorswiftmicrofic

tw: incest

“Reggie,” Sirius urged, nudging his brother gently. They had fallen asleep outside, beneath the arcing branches of the willow tree in their backyard after a long night of stargazing.

The night had been unseasonably warm, and Sirius could never turn down a request from Regulus to lay beneath their namesake stars, but now…

The sun was just barely cresting the horizon, the sky turning from deep blue to a kaleidoscope of colors, this bright array of pinks and oranges, and Sirius didn’t want Regulus to miss it.

“Baby, wake up,” Sirius urged again, this time pressing his lips to the side of Regulus’ neck, to the hinge of his jaw. He trailed kisses down his bare flesh until he was nipping at the muscle there, at the place where it met his shoulder.

“Siri,” Regulus moaned, back arching into Sirius’ touch as it always did, lower lip sucked between perfect teeth. “Baby…”

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Sirius said, pressing one last kiss to Regulus’ cheek before laying back down beside him. “Look at the sunrise.”

Only a split second passed before Regulus’ eyes snapped open and he sucked in a sharp gasp.

“Beautiful, huh?” Sirius asked, grinning at his brother.

“Yes,” Regulus agreed, taking his eyes off the sky to roll over and climb on top of Sirius. “You are.”

[gayeilgeoir]

Muffled @taylorswiftmicrofic 419 words, Jily and background wolfstar

Lily stopped outside the 3 broomsticks, the snow was wetting her hair, causing it to stick to her eyes, and it was rather annoying.

“Lily, are you alright?” James asked, concern heavy in his voice as she turned to look at the girl

“I’m cold” Lily said, covering her face with her hands in an attempt to block the cold from stinging her skin.

James wordlessly took off his own scarf and wrapped it around Lily’s face, pulling it up over her mouth and nose “There, you alright now?”

“James, you didn’t have to-“ Lily started, her voice muffled by the scarf now

“Nah, that’s what friends are for right? I wouldn’t be a very good friend if I let you freeze would I?” James said cheerily, opening the door to let her into the pub

“James…” Lily said carefully, grabbing the boys wrist and pulling him back. She really didn’t want her friends to overhear this conversation “You called us friends?”

“Yeah…?” James replied, confusion still etched in every line of his face

“Do you not…like me anymore?” Lily asked, trying to keep the despair out of her voice

James waited a few seconds before answering, he seemed to be thinking up the best way to answer it.

“Lily, will I get hexed if I tell the truth?” He asked, laughing nervously

“I promise you won’t” Lily laughed

“Well, then if we’re being truthful” James said, a slight blush creeping into his cheeks “I don’t think I could ever not be madly in love with you Lily Evans”

Lily felt her stomach swell at that, if James had said anything else, she might’ve died, right there on the spot. It was so typical of her, James had been chasing her for years, and it took her 7 to like him back.

Lily took a step closer to the boy, nerves building as she did so. She slowly placed a hand on the back of his head and brought him down to kiss her. James tensed up in shock, before he seemed to relax into it, his hands moved to Lily’s face and his eyes shut.

“Holy shit” Sirius laughed from the steps of the 3 broomsticks “Moony love, tell me if I’m seeing this right?”

Remus walked out, eyes fixed on James and Lily, hands still on each other's face and looking utterly mortified.

“Prongs…how the fuck did you manage to do this?” Remus laughed

James ignored them, simply turning to Lily.

“When’s the next Hogsmeade weekend lils?”

[makeitmakesomesense]

A Second Listen

Natasha Romanoff x SuperShy!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Day 4: I've merged a lovely request from a lovely friend with the @taylorswiftmicrofic prompt for the 4th of January, which is 'January'.

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Natasha didn’t look at you twice when you were introduced to the team.

It was one of the most embarrassing moments of your life but it was always going to be. Standing in front of a group of intimidating strangers was your worst nightmare.

You didn’t even have to speak. Agent Hill walked you into a boardroom and all you had to do was stand there and wave. 

Instead, you could barely glance up from the carpeted floor.

They’d been told, you could tell. They’d been told that you were very shy. Everyone looking back at you gave you a polite smile. 

No one seemed to expect anything more from you. 

You wished that they could expect more. That you could be someone more confident. You moved to sit in the nearest seat. 

It was January, the start of a new year. It was the perfect time to become someone new. You didn’t have much hope.

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‘What’s that noise?’ Natasha asked suddenly. You flushed, trying to be subtle as you turned down the volume on your headphones.

Steve’s head turned obediently as he surveyed the room. 

‘I don’t hear anything.’ 

You pretended to focus on the laptop in front of you, wishing you could sink into the sofa cushions.

‘Y/N?’ Steve called, and your heart sank. ‘Did you hear anything?’ 

You opened your mouth feeling put on the spot. Nerves bubbled up horribly.

Natasha interrupted. 

‘Don’t worry Steve, I must have imagined it.’ 

Her gaze met yours knowingly and you could tell that she had guessed that you were the source of the sound. She gave you an encouraging smile before returning to her plate of pasta. 

You still felt mortified. Your cheeks burned as you turned the song off all together.

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Natasha could hear a thumping noise. Erratic and varying in volume. It definitely wasn’t music. It didn’t sound dangerous, just strange. 

She followed the noise instinctively, moving along the hallways of the Compound as the strange rhythm continued. 

She stopped in front of your room. You’d left the door wide open. You had your headphones on. Chunky purple ones that made Natasha smile every time she saw you wearing them. Now she was closer, she could hear a small tinny noise that must be the music playing inside them.

That wasn’t the sound that had brought her here.

Natasha watched as you bounced mindlessly from your bed to the ground, twirling and skipping from one end of the room to the other. Your arms moved dramatically in the near silence. Your eyes were scrunched closed and you were mouthing along to your own silent disco. 

Natasha leaned against the doorway with her arms folded. Her head tilted as she watched.

You turned at last towards the doorway, opening your eyes as you mimed the final part of the song. You froze in place. Your eyes widened with panic. You whipped the headphones from your ears, letting them hang around your neck. 

Natasha could hear the music louder now but she still couldn’t figure out the song. 

When you met her eyes, clearly mortified. Natasha gave you a gentle smirk.

‘I loved the performance.’ She promised you. 

You couldn’t think what to say. You never could, not in front of her. 

You covered your face briefly instead, indicating your embarrassment. 

Natasha took a few steps forward, she touched your shoulder and you felt yourself go still with anticipation. 

‘If I leave now.’ She assured, eyes still sparkling with a warmth meant for you. ‘Will you promise not to stop?’

You nodded obediently, wondering if she could hear the sound of your favourite song ending and starting again from around your neck. 

Natasha looked pleased. She gave you a thumbs up just before she left the room. Embarrassingly, mortifyingly, you copied the action. Her small laugh matched her soft smile. 

You waited ten seconds and silently hurried to shut the door. 

Then, you slipped your headphones back on, pressed your forehead against the wood and smiled harder than ever before.

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The team was celebrating. It was only surviving the scariest missions that earned a group dinner out at a restaurant. Natasha had explained the tradition to you on the quinjet flight back to the Compound.

This time it had been Natasha’s choice. She’d picked a Pho place that the others were excited by. You followed along with your usual quietness, happy just to be included. 

The song was playing. Your song was playing. 

You tried not to smile automatically, instead you kept your head down as you focused on your noodles.

‘Oh god. Is this even music?’ Natasha commented dryly. The group laughed.

You tried not to flinch as a strange hope inside you started to deflate. 

‘Who knows? I never understand modern music.’ Steve added half jokingly. 

You watched Tony roll his eyes. 

‘This isn’t modern music’ He corrected. ‘It’s just modern noise.’

Embarrassingly, you felt your eyes well up with tears. You’d been trying to be braver, more yourself around the others. You felt stupid. You were suddenly grateful that you’d always played your music with headphones. 

You kept your head down, letting the conversation around you move onto other things. 

When you finally had the courage to glance up, Natasha was already looking at you. Her eyes were full of silent apology. 

You dropped your stare back down to your empty plate, filled with miserable embarrassment.

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Natasha was moving back and forth in the kitchen. This was not her usual style. Her hand rubbed her neck absentmindedly. This wasn’t her style either. 

You paused unsurely and worried if she was okay. 

Typically, you only came into the common areas when you had your headphones on. It had been an easy way to reassure yourself. No one expected you to talk with them on. But, after the meal yesterday, you couldn’t find the courage to put them on. It would be too embarrassing if someone heard the music you liked to play. 

You took a step into the kitchen, hoping to get away with a polite smile and your container from the fridge with leftovers in it. 

Natasha turned immediately as you approached. You froze in place automatically. She smiled brightly at you, nervous but excited. You didn’t know what to do. You waited for her to speak, to give you some kind of direction. 

Natasha’s head tilted and for a moment you could see her thinking. Carefully, with an assessing stare, she tucked her hair behind her ears.

The wireless earpods revealed themselves.

For a moment, you were too distracted by the glittering ear piercings that surrounded them. Natasha noticed your attention and her hand absentmindedly rubbed her neck again. You realised that the gesture was her way of being shy. 

You gave her a small smile and Natasha beamed.

She tilted her head again as she took out one of the earpods. Slowly, she offered it to you on her palm. You picked it up, understanding the silent cue. You held it to your ear and heard your favourite song playing loudly. Your small laugh was automatic. Natasha grinned victoriously. You offered her the earpod back and she took it. 

Then, Natasha nodded her head towards the door. You understood her cue again, following her as she led you out of the main Compound building and into the garage. You watched silently as she unlocked a car that must be hers. 

You observed the vehicle interestedly. It was jet black, sleek and expensive looking. It was intimidating. You glanced over at Natasha with her shining ear piercings and leather jacket. She gave you a soft smile and your heart raced instinctively. She opened her car door and nodded for you to do the same with yours.

You opened the opposite door and slid obediently into the leather seat. Your fingers tangled and untangled themselves in your lap as nervousness overwhelmed you slightly. After a moment, you looked over to Natasha. 

She cleared her throat.

‘I thought maybe we could go somewhere and get lunch?’  She offered simply. 

You bit your lip. Indecision warred on your face and Natasha looked suddenly deflated. You hesitated before you spoke at last.

‘You don’t have to be nice to me. Just because of yesterday. I’m not upset with you.’ 

You tried to smile reassuringly. 

Natasha’s mouth twitched as she hid her own secret smile. It was the first time you'd talked to her directly. She hadn’t realised it at first. You’d been so quiet, trying to fade into the background of every moment. 

She hadn’t realised and then she hadn’t been able to see anything else. 

Even your smallest smiles made your eyes sparkle.

‘I really do want to go to lunch with you.’ Natasha answered you simply. ‘If that’s what you want.’

She watched your fingers untangle themselves decisively. 

‘I do.’ You smiled nervously. Your eyes sparkled.

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As she drove out of the garage, Natasha half-turned to face you again.

‘I did end up really liking that song, you know.’ She said carefully. ‘After yesterday, it got stuck in my head. It’s been playing on a loop in there ever since.’ You watched her tap her forehead. 

She glanced back to you unsurely. You knew she was still hesitant because of yesterday. You braced yourself automatically.

‘It’s really okay.’ You tried to reassure her again, not quite believing her words.

Natasha’s brow furrowed quickly and she looked like she was thinking hard. She chewed her lower lip and then she looked down to the music system installed in her car. 

Her fingers moved suddenly as she pressed various features on the touchscreen. Your stomach squeezed uncomfortably. You didn’t want her to play it now, just to try and prove a point.

A different song began to play. 

Your mouth twisted in automatic distaste at the sound. 

Natasha laughed. 

‘This is my favourite song.’ She told you, clearly pleased by your expression. You covered your face embarrassedly for a moment and Natasha laughed again.

‘You have to give it a chance.’ She said, her voice deepening slightly as her tone walked the line of playful and serious. ‘Some things get better the more time you give them.’

Your breath hitched and you nodded. Natasha turned to focus properly on the road ahead. You watched her mouth along to the lyrics. 

She was right. By the time the song was nearly over, you were starting to like it. 

You watched Natasha’s fingers move back to the touch screen, ready to switch the music to something else. 

Without thinking, you touched her hand with your own. 

Natasha froze at your touch. 

‘Can I hear it again?’ You asked shyly. 

Natasha beamed. 

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Requests are still very welcome for future January fics. More info in the pinned post if you're interested in requesting. <3

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[emlovessid]

september 29, 190 words @taylorswiftmicrofic confess // @wolfstarmicrofic magic

"Hey, Sirius?" Remus asks as they walk back to Sirius' flat after dinner one night, feeling so anxious he's worried he might actually be sick.

"Yeah?"

"I have something to confess," he blurts, the words coming out so fast they all merge into one.

Sirius stops walking, though doesn't untangle their fingers. "Okay. Is this where you tell me you're actually married and I'm your mistress?"

Remus can't help but laugh, "No, no. Definitely not married. I don't really know how to say this so I'm just going to be blunt and get it over with...I can do magic."

"Oh, neat! Me too."

Of all the scenarios that have gone through Remus' mind over the last few months – when he realised that he actually really liked the Muggle he'd hooked up with, and they were rapidly moving from 'just shacking up' into 'actually dating' territory – this was not one of them.

"Wait, what? You can?"

Nodding excitedly, Sirius starts walking again, pulling Remus along beside him as he says, "Yeah, I'll show you when we get back to mine. Wait 'til you see this card trick I can do."

[byreggstarz]

@taylorswiftmicrofic / jegulus / 218 words / religion

“And muggles have this thing in a cubic form and reproduces videos! Isn’t it awesome?” James said passionately.

James was resting with Reg in the bed in the Come and Go Room. Both of them were lying in their backs, looking at the roof above them.

“Yeah, it’s awesome. It’s called television, by the way” Regulus answered.

“I know it’s called television” James had completely forgotten the name of the machine.

“You just didn’t say its name, that’s all” James moved his neck to see Regulus’ face and he was smiling. He didn’t believe in the words James just said.

“How do you know its name?” James asked. Regulus always seemed to know a lot about muggles, but he was raised by his blood-purists parents, and of course he didn’t go to muggle studies.

“I can read books, James. I’ve always liked how muggles live. In a way, they are more advanced than us” Regulus noticed James was staring at him and he also moved his neck and looked directly into James’ eyes.

“So, you know what religion is, right?” James asked.

“Of course” Regulus scoffed. “Why? Do you believe in it?”

“No, but you look just like I imagine angels would look like”

Regulus and James shared a soft kiss and felt asleep in each other’s arms.

[youknowwho-mustnotbenamed]

December 26 - Collarbone | Jegulus | word count: 381 | @taylorswiftmicrofic | implied NSFW

When Sirius was awoken by the sounds of somebody in the kitchen, he had expected to find James. He is always up at ungodly hours of the morning. What he hadn’t expected to see was Regulus instead, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt. Regulus always takes the opportunity to sleep in, and Sirius knows his bed is more than comfortable, that’s why he offered it to him and slept on the couch instead. And is he wearing… James’ jersey?

“What are you doing up so early?”

Regulus jumps, spinning around, face bright red. He recovers from the shock quite fast, scowling and crossing his arms over his chest. “Good morning to you too, brother.”

“You normally sleep like a cat, what gives?”

“Nothing. You need to mind your business.”

“I’m just trying to be helpful. If my bed wasn’t up to your “standards”, then—”

“It’s just fine, Sirius.” He shifts, seemingly unconsciously tugging the hem of the shirt lower—how did he gets his hands on James’ clothes? He gave him old pyjama pants and a tee last night—the motion also tugging the collar of the shirt down, revealing a dark bruise on his neck.

“Wha—who—”

James shuffles into the room, body still laden with sleep. “Morning.”

“Morning Jamie.” Regulus mutters, seemingly unconsciously.

To Sirius’ shock, James smiles.

“Jamie? You hate that name.” Sirius turns toward James, and immediately regrets doing so. It seems James also regrets having walked out without a shirt, because he freezes like a deer in the headlights, eyes wide and body stiff. But there is nothing that can be done to hide his collarbone which is covered in dark bruises, like a necklace.

It could have been a strange coincidence. He didn’t take a proper look at Regulus last night; it was dark and he was tired. And James could have snuck out last night, he does it all the time. It doesn’t have to mean—

“Sirius… please don’t freak out.” Regulus says, earning a panicked look from James.

“You!—and you! How did this happen?”

“Um…”

“How long?” He demands. “How long?”

“Technically just last night.”

“Technically?”

“Feelings don’t just pop up overnight, Sirius.”

“Ew… EW!” With that, he flees from the kitchen, barricading himself inside his room… his room that Regulus kicked him out of, then didn’t even use.  

[juniperpyre]

drabble for @taylorswiftmicrofic january day two prompt: muffled

100 words, james/lily, rated G

Young summer grass muffled Lily’s footsteps. She’d never followed the deer, lingering on the forest edge, in the ground's shallow valleys, behind willow boughs. 

No one noticed but she.

He was beautiful, red and russet, with recognition in his eyes Lily felt.

She reached the ridge he’d disappeared over, saw open green. 

“Evans.”

Lily jumped. Wind and soft grass muffled James’ approach. 

“Potter. Did you see the deer?”

He smirked. 

“That was a stag.”

“A male deer.” 

James laughed; Lily softened. 

“Okay, Evans.”

“I wanted to pet him.”

His eyes warmed with recognition Lily knew, couldn’t place. 

“Maybe next time.”

[onehundredflamingos]

29 / confess | raw / 400 words

@stag-microfic | @taylorswiftmicrofic

“Regulus!” James all but shouted, immediately clamping a hand over his mouth as the younger boy turned to face him. James felt a blush creep up his neck and into his cheeks, even behind his splayed fingers.

“Go on,” Sirius said, nudging James from behind. “This is fun, right?”

James scowled at Sirius, regretting ever trying to convince him to confess his feelings for Remus. Perhaps drugging his pumpkin juice with veritaserum was the wrong way to go about it.

Not that he had anticipated Sirius catching on and swapping their drinks the second James looked away.

“Yes?” Regulus asked, eyebrow raised in confusion, even as his lips were tipped downward in irritation. “Did you need something?”

James made some sort of incoherent sound behind his hand before stomping his foot in frustration.

Regulus looked at Sirius in question.

“What was that, Jamie?” Sirius asked with a grin before reaching up to pull his hand away from his mouth. “Tell him again.”

“You!” James said, voice raising to a shout once more like an absolute idiot. He was embarrassed and nervous, his raw emotions right there on his sleeve for Regulus to see. “I love you.”

Sirius snorted beside him, while Regulus’ face worked through countless emotions, from surprise to disbelief to curiosity.

“I would really like to take you out,” James said, the words tumbling out of him unbidden. Every thought he had was rushing out like an ocean current that he was incapable of holding at bay. He only hoped they’d stop before he really made an arse of himself. “We can go to Hogsmeade today or we can fly together on the quidditch pitch. Or I can just take you up to my dorm and we can—”

“James!” Regulus cut him off, thank Merlin. “Yes, okay,” he added quickly. “Let’s go to Hogsmeade. I’d—I’d like that.”

James was worried for a single moment that Regulus was conceding solely to quiet his ranting, but by the matching blush tinging his cheeks, James knew that couldn’t be true. Regulus actually wanted James to take him out.

James didn’t bother trying to hide his grin as he closed the space between them.

Sirius hummed from behind him. “I guess the veritaserum wasn’t such a bad idea,” he mused as he reached out and clasped his hand in Remus’. “Come on Moony. We have a first date to go on too.”

[my-castles-crumbling]

hotel - Jegulus - September 6th - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 229 - slightly NSFW

"I don't usually do this," James says as he finally takes a moment to breath, to think, to step back and stare at the beautiful man under him on the bed.

It all happened so fast. From the club, to the bathroom, to the cab, to the hotel, it was all decisions no thought, fueled by a need to both be with this man and to not leave him. His body and mind were somehow drawn to him in a way that was indescribable, a burning sensation so strong he couldn't deny it, and it was mirrored in the other's eyes.

But he didn't usually do this. He wasn't one for one-night-stands and he was usually methodical with his wooing. So to move so fast now was a whirlwind. And now that he was taking a moment to think, he was terrified of the fallout.

"Then why are you here?" the man underneath him asked slyly, biting his lip, black curls falling perfectly on the white pillowcase, grey eyes staring into his soul.

"Because you are," he responded without thinking. He would go anywhere the other man was.

"Good," Regulus whispered, arms reaching up to snake around his neck, pulling him down so their lips were close to brushing. "Stay, then."

Somehow knowing he meant longer than just that night, a grin spread over his face, and he nodded.

[onehundredfoxess]

12 / prison break / 312 words

@taylorswiftmicrofic

“We’re not staying in here,” Andrew said with a scowl, walking to the cell door and glancing down the hallway at the roaming police officers.

Neil choked back a laugh. “You’re not really planning to stage a prison break, are you? We’re only here for one night.”

Andrew rolled his eyes. “This is fucking county jail.”

“Fine, jail break. It’s still only one night.”

“I hate you.”

Neil hummed, forcing back one of those smiles that seemed to surface every time Andrew said those words — the words that Neil knew to be untrue, a cover for whatever feelings were really bubbling there under the surface.

If Andrew hated him, Neil was sure that he wouldn’t have started the bar fight that landed them both in that very cell.

“That guy wasn’t even hitting on me,” Neil argued again. “You didn’t have to punch him.”

“You’re obtuse,” Andrew said plainly. “You wouldn’t know flirting if it hit you in the face with an exy racquet.”

“You have hit me in the face with an exy racquet .”

“You were an idiot then too,” Andrew said, but the corner of his lip tipped up, like he was holding onto the memory of the disastrous practice, bringing it to the surface for Neil to remember too.

To remember the way Andrew took care of Neil after it had happened; Andrew changing the ice packs on his head and refreshing the bandages where the skin had broken.

“That was your way of flirting with me?” Neil asked, though hindsight had already told him the truth of that weeks ago. There was something established between them now, even without labels or vulnerable confessions.

Andrew scowled at Neil. “Shut up and help me find something to pick this lock with.”

Neil didn’t bother to hide his grin at Andrew’s deflection, before standing up and helping him to scour the jail cell for lock picks.

[cassetteinability]

1 / stitches / 156 words

@taylorswiftmicrofic

tw: incest - sirius/regulus

“Stop moving, or I’m gonna end up tearing the stitches,” Regulus chastised, wiping a warm cloth across Sirius’ face. Another disagreement with their father had ended up with Regulus needing to put more stitches in Sirius’ beautiful face.

“If they rip open, you’ll be able to fix me back up in no time,” Sirius said with a wide grin.

Regulus couldn’t help but smile back, even as he shook his head in exasperation. “There are so many other ways I’d rather be touching you,” he said. “Now hold still.”

“Mmm,” Sirius hummed. “Is that right?”

Leaning forward, Regulus pressed a deep kiss to Sirius’ lips, now that his face was free of blood, the stitches clean and tight.

“Yeah, Siri,” Regulus replied softly, getting down on his knees. “You want me to show you?”

Sirius’ eyes grew dark, pupils dilating within the circle of grey, and he nodded.

“Yeah, Reggie,” Sirius said, voice rough. “Show me.”

[sweetmoonlight7]

17. Arcade

october 17 | jegulus | @taylorswiftmicrofic | wc: 286

It's no surprise to anyone that Regulus and his brother had not had a very fun childhood.

In fact, it was common knowledge in their friend group. Due to this his lovely boyfriend had been trying to give him as many "childhood" memories as he could.

They had gone to the pools in summer, ice skating in the winter, apple picking, carved pumpkins, anything that his boyfriend deemed was necessary.

The latest thing on his list was to go to the arcade. Obviously, Regulus wasn't exactly sure what to expect. He had seen them in shows and of course, passed by some on his way to school or work from time to time. However, he had always thought that it would be less...eccentric than what is shown.

Unfortunately, it is not.

Everywhere they passed there were unsupervised kids running around, machines going off, and the distant yells of some kid's parents reminding them not to go too far off.

So yes, this is normally not something he would enjoy.

Normally, he would leave and complain about how bad that was.

Except it wasn't.

Not really.l, because the entire time that he was there James made sure to make him comfortable.

They also ran around like little kids trying to play every game they could. On top of that James made it his mission to win Regulus every single toy they passed by to the point where the mountain of toys was taller than him.

So when they left and James turned around and asked him "How was it" with a splitting smile that threatened to blind him, he could do nothing else but smile back and say it was perfect.

[makeitmakesomesense]

The End of It

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: A/N: Day 6: I've merged a lovely request from a lovely friend with the @taylorswiftmicrofic prompt for the 6th of January, which is 'internet'.

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‘It’ll be so nice.’ The babysitter said with a smile. ‘Having some time, just for the two of you.’

You kept a fake smile plastered to your face. You glanced at Natasha. Her fake smile was always so much better than yours. 

‘You really deserve the break. You guys are like the nicest family.’ The babysitter said now. She was looking between you and your wife with an admiring smile. 

You slipped your hand around Natasha’s waist and pretended not to feel her stiffen at the touch. 

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You offered to drive first and Natasha didn’t say anything. Five years of marriage and silence was easier than talking. 

You reversed out of the driveway, taking the shortest route to the highway. As you merged onto the busier road, Natasha spoke beside you.

Her tone was flat. 

‘Do you still want to get a divorce?’ 

You stared forward, your hand gripped the steering wheel. Somewhere far ahead, a car horn blared.

‘You know that I do.’

Natasha’s head turned back to lean against the car window.

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You drove in silence to the hotel. It was thirty minutes away, Natasha’s choice. You hadn’t complained, given everything. You wondered if she was going for a kind of symmetry. 

It was the same hotel chain as the one you’d visited on your honeymoon. It made you feel a bit sick. 

Natasha went to the front desk and checked in. You stood a few feet back and waited with the two small suitcases. You stared at the luggage and realised that you could have shared one bigger bag. You tried to remember if you were ever in sync.

Natasha walked back to you, hotel keycard in hand. Her sunglasses were pushed up into her red hair. She’d cut it a few years ago. The new look had seemed severe at the time. Now, with her lips pressed tightly together, it suited her perfectly.

She didn’t look at you. She caught the handle of her wheeled suitcase and dragged it casually behind her. 

You tried to ignore the sudden flare of annoyance as you were forced to follow behind. The lingering feeling of not being wanted.

When you reached your suite, you watched as Natasha threw her backpack onto the desk in the corner. She dragged her suitcase around to her side of the bed and slipped casually out of her heels. 

You stared at the crumpled backpack. Everything else about Natasha’s life was always so put together. The backpack was the exception. She’d bought it when your first daughter was born. You stared at the backpack, suddenly frozen in place.

Memories demanded your attention. You'd used watched it swing casually from Natasha’s shoulders on every family day out. Your daughter had scribbled over the front of it after a particularly perfect day at the zoo. You’d waited for Natasha to lose her temper when she saw the scribbles. Instead, she’d just laughed.

‘I love giraffes.’ She’d cooed happily, lifting your daughter on her lap and giving her an eskimo kiss. 

You’d wondered then. Why had you expected something else. Why her smiles were becoming surprising.

Natasha walked back over to the desk now. 

She unzipped the backpack and started to rummage inside it. She hooked the leg of the chair with her ankle and dragged it out from underneath the desk.

She glanced back at you and nodded directively at the chair. 

Simmering frustration was becoming your default. You tensed your jaw as you walked over to take the indicated seat. 

You’d been the one to ask for the divorce but Natasha was the one who’d tersely demanded this. A weekend break away from the kids as a cover to get together and figure out the exact details. 

At last, Natasha pulled out a notebook. She turned around and moved to sit on the desk beside you. Her legs swung back and forth as she opened the book to the right page. You tensed your jaw at the swinging motion, everything casual she did seemed to set you on edge. The implication that she didn't care. It was a pretence but it was a cruel one.

Natasha opened the notebook at a neatly filled out page. Even at the funny angle, you recognised a checklist of topics to cover. 

Natasha cleared her throat, she clicked the pen in her hand decisively. Then, she looked up at you. Your gaze met her calm one.

Immediately, Natasha started to cry. 

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You got to your feet instantly. 

A decades old instinct made you cup her face. Your fingers tangled in her hair. Natasha’s body curled forward as she shook with silent tears. Her hand gripped the front of your t-shirt. 

The heaviness inside you was beyond words. Your bones were lead. You leaned forward to kiss her hair. Natasha pushed you away. 

You stumbled back before regaining your balance. You watched Natasha cover her face and cry harder. Her sunglasses fell from her head, clattering to the ground. 

You left the room and waited in the lobby. You connected your phone to the free internet access and stared at it blindly, willing yourself not to break down.

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You gave it an hour before you returned to the room. Natasha was waiting for you. She was lying on her side of the bed on top of the pristine covers. She was wearing a white hotel robe. Her hair was damp and the ends were already curling. She glanced up at you as you walked in. Her eyes were rimmed red, but her expression was stony. 

‘Are you ready to talk?’ You asked quietly. 

Natasha folded her arms but she didn’t speak. 

Five years of marriage and silence was easier than talking. 

You couldn’t keep doing this. 

‘Do you want to talk about custody?’ You tried, voice carefully passive. You knew it was the conversation that you were both dreading the most. 

Natasha looked towards you but her gaze didn’t meet yours.

‘Fifty-fifty.’ She murmured, eyes trained an inch to the left of you. You nodded. It was a good place to start. 

‘We can make it work around your schedule.’ You promised suddenly. It had kept you up at night. Weirdly, more than anything else. The idea of Natasha losing time with her kids because she was away saving the world. ‘We’ll adapt it so you really do get half the time.’

A lone tear rolled down Natasha’s cheek.

You tried to speak again, but your throat tightened unbearably. Instead, you left to take a shower. 

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You ordered takeout to the hotel that evening. You walked out to meet the delivery driver in the parking lot. He gave you a nonplussed look as he handed over the plastic bag with a single portion of food inside. You still felt self conscious. You hated people thinking you were lonely.

That’s why this had taken so long to unravel.

You returned to the hotel room. Natasha was sitting on the desk again. Her half eaten burger ordered from room service was next to her. She was still in her robe, but it was coming loose. She didn’t seem to care. Her bare legs swung back and forth, determined to annoy you.

You dragged the desk chair a few feet further away from her and took a seat. Once she had finished eating, Natasha watched you instead. You tried to ignore her. It was strange having this much attention on you. Life was so easily full of other things. Kids. Life. Work. 

Just as you started to pack up the empty container and plastic cutlery, Natasha cleared her throat.

You looked over to her. She was playing with the end of the dressing gown cord, wrapped loosely around her waist. In another, less sad, lifetime it could have been flirting. Instead, you recognised the anxious gesture. 

‘Why do you want a divorce?’ Natasha asked at last. 

It had been three weeks since you’d first brought it up. Natasha had barely said a word since. She'd been avoiding this question. You realised now. You felt your heart breaking one last time. 

‘You’re not happy.’ You said with simple sadness. ‘You haven’t been for a long time.’ 

‘I don’t think I make you happy.’ You admitted. 

Your throat burned as you forced the final words out without tears. 

‘I’d give you anything Natasha.’ Your face cracked into an automatic smile as you savoured the feel of her name on your tongue. It would never not be special. ‘Let me give you this.’

The silence was unbearable.

You stared down at the ground, you leaned forward in your chair as the hollowness in your chest became hard to bear. 

Natasha’s hand brushed the back of your neck. It was a gesture so familiar, you felt like you’d known it your whole life. 

‘I don't want anything else. I just want you.’ 

When you looked up, you met her green eyes and couldn't help but love her.

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