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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]

Starry Night

Natasha Romanoff x Jealous!Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: Day 10: I've merged a very fun request from a lovely anon with the @taylorswiftmicrofic prompt for the 10th of January, which is 'religion'.

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Your linked hands swung absentmindedly in the space between you. 

Natasha’s head tilted as she observed the painting.

After a moment, you felt her attention inevitably turn back to you. You tried to focus on the brushstrokes, the colours, something. At least this one wasn’t about religion.

��What do you think?’ She prompted.

‘I like the stars.’ You said carefully.

Natasha’s lip twitched. 

‘That’s good. Given it’s A Starry Night.’ She rasped dryly.

You nodded, pretending to keep staring at the painting. Natasha brought your hand to her lips and held it there for a moment. 

Your focus turned readily  to her. It was much more enjoyable anyway, watching her look at the paintings.

‘What do you think?’ 

Natasha glanced back at you. Her eyes crinkled with a more hesitant smile.

‘I love it.’ She admitted. 

You leaned forward and kissed her cheek, ignoring the bustling crowds of tourists around you.

You stayed together, lost in the tiny moment, until a short woman elbowed her way in front of you to take a photo of the painting. 

Natasha’s eyes were full of mirth as she pulled you back to the centre of the room. Her arms snaked around your waist as she stood behind you. 

‘What do you want to look at next?’ She asked softly, her head resting on your shoulder.

You chewed your lip and tried to decide. The paintings all looked the same to you. 

This trip was already perfect without the art. It had been Natasha’s idea. A tentative gift for your one year anniversary. A long weekend spent in Paris. 

It was strange to live, for even the briefest of moments, as if you weren’t part of the Avengers team. Your life had become something unrecognisable in the time that you’d been part of it.

Now, here in Paris, you’d never seen Natasha so relaxed, so completely herself. 

The very first evening, she’d disappeared out of the apartment almost as soon as you’d set your luggage down. She’d returned within minutes, holding all the components for a charcuterie board and a bottle of ridiculously expensive wine.

You’d wanted to unpack and get organised after the long flight but Natasha had insisted that you join her on the balcony. You’d sat together for hours, sharing food and drink and staring out at a nighttime view that didn’t seem real.

You’d understood the magic then. Slow kisses that heated the chilled night air. The sparkling lights of the city reflected back in Natasha’s eyes.

Nothing in any gallery could beat that. 

‘You choose.’ You told Natasha, leaning back in her arms as you surveyed the gallery room. ‘I always like your choices best anyway.’

Natasha hummed to herself, trying to decide. You let yourself focus only on her. The constant thrum of people wandering around the room created an almost overwhelming level of background noise. 

At last, Natasha nodded over to another painting, one with two women watching each other in bed. 

You smiled before you could help it, remembering that morning. 

‘Okay.’ You agreed. 

Suddenly, you felt Natasha stiffen behind you. Then, after a moment, you felt her purposefully relax. You were immediately on high alert. You scanned the room with a new intention, trying your best to identify any threat. 

Your attention caught immediately on a woman across the room. Her stare was entirely focused on your girlfriend. 

‘Is everything okay?’ You asked tensely, staring at the woman whose focus refused to flicker from Natasha’s face. 

Natasha moved easily from behind you to by your side. She looked distracted but her smile was reassuring.  

‘Yes.’ She promised. ‘I know her. Let me go say hello.’

You watched her walk away from you over to the strange woman. The beautiful Parisian woman. The upsettingly beautiful Parisian woman. 

You watched Natasha kiss her cheeks and hug her. You watched their obvious delight at reconnecting. You watched the disgustingly beautiful Parisian woman reach up to touch a piece of Natasha’s hair, you watched her mouth form a comment about its new length and colour. You watched Natasha smile shyly. 

You felt small and then you felt angry. You felt an instinct lock your body in place.

It took a minute for Natasha to look over to you. She took a few steps back in your direction, not quite closing the distance. 

‘There’s this wine.’ She started, clearly excited. ‘I’ve been looking for it all weekend. Elodie knows this place that sells it. It’s right around the corner’

You kept your expression neutral. You hated that Elodie was obviously looking over at you. 

‘Do you mind if we-?’ Natasha trailed off, gesturing between herself and the woman who you were going to make a voodoo doll of later. 

You nodded, throat tight. 

Natasha kissed your cheek.

‘Stay, enjoy the art. I’ll be back before you notice I’m gone.’ She promised, an excited glint in her eye. 

You watched Natasha’s hand brush Elodie’s back as they walked out together. 

When you were finally alone in a sea of strangers, you let the feelings wash over you in quick succession. 

Jealousy. Hurt. Anger. 

Your fingernails dug into your palm as the feelings simmered. 

Who the fuck was Elodie?

You walked blindly past the remaining masterpieces and headed for the exit.

Natasha caught a hold of you in the foyer. She looked startled to see you there. 

She nodded back to the endless gallery rooms and gave you a curious smile. 

‘Have you seen it all already?’ She teased lightly.

‘Mmhm’ You hummed tightly. ‘Let’s go back to the apartment.’

Your sharp tone set off the first alarm bells. You watched the realisation dawn on Natasha’s face, the slight widening of her eyes. 

You didn’t give her a chance to speak. You walked out the building and headed towards your apartment. 

Natasha kept pace at your side. You could feel her nervous glances towards you. Her hesitating indecision to say something. 

Something about your stony expression kept her quiet.

By the time you’d reached the apartment, after climbing the endless winding staircase inside the building’s courtyard, the unspoken tension was almost at a boiling point. 

Natasha’s tote bag clinked occasionally as her new purchase bumped against her keys. Your jaw tightened every time you heard it.

You opened the door and walked straight to the kitchenette. Natasha followed cautiously behind you.

It occurred to you then that you’d never had a proper fight before. Never had a reason to be really angry. More than a year had gone by in relative peace. 

Until Elodie. 

You opened the fridge door violently and pulled out the ingredients for lunch automatically. 

You could feel Natasha hovering in your blind spot. 

You hooked a dining chair with your foot and pulled it out from the table.

‘Sit.’ You directed tightly. ‘I’ll make us some lunch.’

Natasha sat with the obedience of a hostage victim. 

You arranged the jars of beurre de cacahuètes and confiture next to the wooden chopping board and placed the bread that Natasha had bought fresh that morning on top of it. You yanked open the cutlery drawer and retrieved the large bread knife.

You felt Natasha wince behind you. You ignored her as you started sawing at the bread.

‘So.’ You said loudly. ‘How do you know Elodie?’

Natasha’s hesitation this time was blatant.

‘Uh.’ You heard her stall for time. You sawed quickly through your first slice and tossed it onto the waiting plate. ‘From a long time ago.’

‘Mmhm.’ You hummed again, eyes trained on the moving knife. ‘And you knew each other well.’

You didn’t frame it as a question but Natasha answered anyway.

‘...Yes.’

‘Very well.’ You said under your breath, tossing another brutalised slice of bread onto the plate. 

‘...Yes.’ Natasha said with obvious alarm as you began to hack at the loaf again. 

‘Lucky Elodie.’ You muttered bitterly. ‘I bet you’ve got wonderful memories of Paris together. Did you drink that wine on a balcony with her? What sort of name is Elodie anyway? I mean that’s practically too French. I mean come on. It’s like a Russian girl being called-’

‘Natasha.’ Natasha supplied.

You kept moving your knife thoughtlessly. 

‘Exactly. Whatever.’ You cut yourself off into abrupt silence as you stewed internally on things you really shouldn’t say aloud.

‘Y/N.’ Natasha called out carefully.

‘What?’ You snapped.

‘Love. You’re sawing the chopping board in half.’ You froze and stared down at the small pile of sawdust mixing with the breadcrumbs. You yanked the knife abruptly out of the wooden board and placed it down on top of it. You stared for a long moment at the counter. You couldn’t escape the truth of it. The fear that ached behind everything.

‘Did you take her to see those paintings before?’ You asked at last in a small voice. ‘Before me?’

‘Love.’ Natasha said quietly again in a low voice that always made your insides go warm. You heard her move closer and felt her arms wrap around you, tentatively. You let your back press against her.

‘Before you.’ She murmured slowly, and you felt each word vibrate through you. ‘I know it’s not that simple. But before you nothing really mattered.’

Her lips touched your neck and you let your eyes close. You thought about her and you. About the 400 nights you’d spent together. About the sleepy mornings and the date nights and the future plans. 

You thought about the painting you’d seen of the two women watching each other in bed.

‘Before you.’ Natasha whispered again. ‘There was art and good food and fancy wine.’ Natasha’s hand trailed lightly down your front and the back up. Your head tilted back and Natasha dragged her finger along your exposed neck. 

You thought about the starry night reflected back to you in Natasha’s eyes. 

Your body shuddered as Natasha’s fingernails tapped gently over your trachea.

All you could hear were her soft breaths and your shallow ones.  ‘Before you. I wasn’t me.’

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[byreggstarz]

@taylorswiftmicrofic / jegulus / 228 words / combat

“You don’t understand! Peach jam is the best in the whole world because it isn’t too sweet or too bitter. And everyone likes it” Regulus argued. He didn’t even know how he ended in a discussion with James Potter about jam.

“But strawberry jam is everyone’s favourite. When you think about jam you first think about strawberry jam” James argued back.

“No, I first think about peach jam. Like everyone who’s not out of their mind would do”

“I always think about strawberry jam first” James said like it was a point.

“I think you didn’t hear me when I said everyone who’s not out of their mind”

“Ok, what’s going on?” Sirius returned from the kitchen with a cup of tea.

“Surprise! They are arguing again! I think if I shout combat they would start hitting each other” Remus tried to joke, but it wasn’t funny for Regulus.

“Ugh. What is it about now?” Sirius sat next to Peter and James.

“Believe it or not, jam” Peter responded. He sounded like he could sleep in any moment.

“Oh, good! My favourite is the best one, blueberries”

James and Regulus stopped arguing and looked in shock at Sirius.

They made a team against him. Maybe now James and him could be a team. At least one time before they returned to Hogwarts and James had forgotten him again.

[fictionalsimp09]

bad idea - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - 348 words - AO3

Sirius has had a lot of bad ideas in his lifetime, but this has got to be in the top five. It’s bad enough he dragged him to the Gryffindor common room, claiming Regulus needs to get to know his friends better. Now he wants to play Never Have I Ever? He’s a moron; Regulus has so many stories from their childhood he could use against him. 

“I’ll start,” Peter says. “Never have I ever…got so drunk I slept in clothes covered in my own vomit.” 

“We’re targeting people already?” James asks before taking a sip from his glass. Oh, how he knows how to pick them. His boyfriend done that? Gross. 

A few more rounds later, Regulus has only drank once (obviously everyone drank when Lily said, “Never have I ever done drugs.”) 

“Never have I ever kissed someone in this room,” Marlene smiles mischievously, looking towards Mary, “more than once.” 

Regulus inhales, no one knows about him and James. Not yet. They’re waiting for his relationship with Sirius to get stronger after everything their parents put them through. He sees Lily, Mary, Sirius and Remus all drink. Then James. 

Now’s as good a time as ever to tell everyone. 

“What?” Sirius screams. “Who?” 

“It doesn’t matter.” 

“Of course it matters! I want to know who has kissed my baby brother, more than once!” 

Regulus’ eyes flick to James, noticing his nervousness. But Sirius saw, turning to his best friend. “How could you?” 

“I’m sorry we didn’t tell you,” he rambles. “But we didn’t want you to react badly. We want you to be supportive of us. I love him, Pads.” 

“You love him?” 

“You love me?” 

James’ cheeks turn crimson as he remembers Regulus is in the room with them. “Um, yeah. Yeah, I love you, Reg.” 

“Oh, okay. I do too.” 

“You do?” 

Regulus nods and James crosses the circle, kissing him like there’s no tomorrow. It breaks too soon, courtesy of Sirius’ gagging. 

“I do not like this,” his brother interjects, “but if you’re happy…” 

“We are,” he assures him. 

“I need another drink.” 

[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."

[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

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“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

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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.”

[gayeilgeoir]

Boss @taylorswiftmicrofic 285 words, Wolfstar and Jegulus

“I’m sick of him!” Sirius sighed exasperatedly, slamming a white envelope with a broken red wax seal down on the table and flopping angrily into the seat next to Remus.

“I beg your pardon?” Remus asked, picking up the envelope and seeing Regulus’s neat print on the front “What did he do this time?”

Sirius glared at him, arms folded across his chest like a stropping child. He grabbed the letter from Remus’s hands harshly, pulling out the scroll and unfurling it with a flourish. It appeared Sirius Black simply had to be dramatic even when he was utterly irate, he couldn’t escape it. It was his nature.

“Dearest Brother” Sirius began to read aloud, imitating Regulus’s slightly more pronounced French accent than his own “I have recently been told that you have decided to start dating Remus lupin, my best friend. This is truly unacceptable in my eyes, I cannot stand this betrayal. So I have decided to follow in your footsteps. Being told that you’re “the boss of me” and to “emulate your example” was something I had to listen to a few too many times as a child, and I fear it has somehow worn in. This time, I choose to emulate your example, and start shagging your best friend. You truly are a fabulous teacher in the art of being petty Sirius.

I bet Christmas at the potters will be far more interesting than usual now.

Love, your baby brother, James’s boyfriend

Reggie”

“Merlin” Remus laughed, clutching his sides in pain “I fucking love him”

“You’re supposed to be on my side moony!” Sirius groaned, standing up and walking towards the door “I’m going to go set the dungeons on fire”

(Op is under 18)