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microfic: touch
| drarry | sfw | 741 words |
Touch was special to Harry.
At first it was terrible, coming from a household where every touch was violent and love was rare.
Hogwarts changed that.
Ron would throw his arm over his shoulder after a quidditch match and Hermione would fall asleep on his shoulder while they studied late. It was odd, but soon it became as easy as breathing.
Soon touch became the way Harry would communicate. He'd lightly shove Seamus with his shoulder and press his knee to Luna's when he'd sit on the floor with her to listen to her daily rants. He'd kiss Hermione's forehead before she left a room and tug on Ron's clothes to get his attention. He'd make sure that he was always touching someone at some point.
Harry Potter was not a boy who was shown a lot of love through touch, but he expressed it oh so generously.
When Draco and Harry became hesitant friends in 8th year, Harry was nervous.
The war had not ruined his affinity for physical touch as a means of comfort, in fact, it may have exacerbated it.
But Harry did not know if Draco liked to be touched and with a friendship so rocky, he wasn't willing to risk it.
But like all things with Draco, everything just sort of clicked.
When they sat together for lunch in the great hall (a fact that made Harry giddy with joy for some reason?) he found Draco sitting close enough that their arms pressed together.
When they sat next to each other in class, Draco's leg would be close enough to brush against his every now and then.
When they sat on the couches in the 8th year common room, all of their friends sitting together, squashed up on the couches, Draco and him would sprawl all over each other, limbs entangled and unbearably comfortable.
All in all, Harry loved it.
It was when they started dating that it all came to a crux.
It was their first year out of Hogwarts, and with Draco beginning his time consuming journey of training to become a potions master, a relationship was the last thing that you would assume could work out.
But they made it work, they always do.
Harry didn't care that Draco had odd hours because he had to sometimes check on potions at weird times in the night, he didn't care that sometimes Draco would spend entire afternoons reading on potions textbook or the other, he didn't care that sometimes Draco had to cancel plans last minute because his mentor was an utter ass and had Draco running at his beck and call.
It should have bothered him, especially as early as it was into their relationship as it was, but it didn't.
He didn't care because when Draco got back from his odd hours he would always kiss the crown of Harry's head, and get back into bed, going back to spooning him like he never left.
He didn't care because when Draco spent entire afternoons reading, he always did it on the couch next to Harry, his legs curled up next to him and his body leaning into his, and afterwards he would kiss Harry and thank him for being so patient with him. He didn't care because everytime before he got back from his mentor he would kiss Harry on the cheek, and hug him, tightly, promising that as soon as his internship was done he would never cancel plans again because he knew how important stability was for Harry.
Harry was never that good with expressing how he felt, but he loved Draco Malfoy, and he expressed that very clearly. He expressed it in the way he linked their pinkys together. He expressed it the way he hugged Draco from behind when he made coffee in the morning. He expressed it in the way he swung their hands when they walked anywhere.
And Draco loved him, oh how Draco loved him.
Draco loved him in the way he let Harry bury his face in his neck when he was cold. Draco loved him in the way he put his arm around Harry's chair when they went to pub nights with their friends. Draco love him in the way he pulled him close when they were dancing. Draco loved him.
Touch was everything to Harry, it was how he loved and how he wanted to be loved.
And oh, how he was loved.
#what if i started writing microfics what then#my writing#the drarry fic i wrote ages ago as promised folks#drarry#harry potter#hp#gryffindor#hogwarts#draco malfoy#harry x draco#fanfiction#drarry microfic#writing#hermione granger#ron weasley#luna lovegood#seamus finnigan#dean thomas#8th year
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@jegulus-microfic - June 18 - date
Today is James Day. He is going to ask him. Like properly. The first few times were kind of light flirting, but more so as a joke. A joke to flirt with Sirius brother just to annoy his best friend.
But with every interaction James had with Regulus, the more he looked forward to them. And then he stopped asking. He wanted a date. A real date with him. He just hopes that now Regulus doesn't think it's a joke. Because it isn't anymore. But he is going to do it today. And the first chance he gets, he takes.
He is walking the halls back from Quidditch practice. Regulus is walking with Pandora. He looks up for a moment, and his eyes meet James. "Regulus, Hi." James smiles at him suddenly nervous. "You.. ehh, maybe.. would you? I know that i... but, you know? So would you?"
Regulus looks like he doesn't understand what James is asking of him. Which fair, James doesn't know if anything he just said made any sense. "What? Potter speak in full sentences, please. I dont know what you want from me."
James takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. He counts to three, opens them, and says: "Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me?" James stops breathing as he watches Regulus face twist. "Like... as a date?" He doesn't know what to make of this reaction. James can't figure out his tone or the look on his face.
He knew he would ruin what little friendship he had with Regulus just by asking, but he did it anyway. There's just damage control left to do then. So James swallows the lump in his throat and waves his hand. "Whaaat? Noo, that would be ridiculous. I dont know why I asked, just forget it." He starts to get quieter, the more he defends himself.
James looks to the ground. Not wanting to see any more of Regulus reaktion. "Have a great rest of your day. Bye!" With that, he turns and practically runs away. It was a stupid idea. Today is not James Day.
#jegulus#marauders#harry potter marauders#james potter#regulus black#fanfiction#jegulus microfic#microfiction#please be nice#i decided to start to post more what i write#i take feedback with open arms#thank you#caii writes
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microfic - lilyritaminerva (i can explain!!) | 1.5k words | college students (lily & rita) competing for professor minerva’s attention, so age gap and kinda suggestive content | part 2
“Professor, would you be able to help me with something?” Rita glanced behind her as she spoke, feeling a thrill run through her at the sight of Lily’s scowl, just three steps behind her but they were three steps too many. Rita had won this round.
She flashed Lily a smile, her sharp, mean one, before looking back at Professor McGonagall who was leaning against her desk, eyes shifting between Lily and Rita, a glimmer of something in them that was gone before Rita could even begin to decipher it.
“That rather depends on what that something is, Miss Skeeter” Professor McGonagall replied, those eyes settling on her, solid and exhilarating and making Rita’s heart race in the way that having her full attention always did.
The professor was terrifying, and brilliant, and Rita wanted to sit at her feet like a dog, she would wear a leash if the professor wanted, she would do anything if the professor wanted, as long as it meant that her attention was on Rita, and not on Lily.
Lily didn’t deserve it anywhere near as much as Rita did. She wished she could say that Lily was an awful student, or that she had never had a single interesting thought, or that she didn’t deserve to be at the university, let alone anywhere near Professor McGonagall, but she had spent enough time eavesdropping on conversations that Lily had and hacking into the university mainframe to read her essays to know that wouldn’t be true.
Lily was unfortunately intelligent, and her essays were horribly well-thought out, and she had more than earned her place there, but Rita was better, she knew she was better, and she deserved the weight of Professor McGonagall eyes on her, she deserved her approval and her attention and she deserved to be allowed to sit on the professor’s lap and slide her hands under that blazer.
Rita forcefully pulled her thoughts back to the matter at hand and opened her mouth to explain what she wanted help with, but Professor McGonagall spoke again before she could,
“Oh - Miss Evans, if you could wait just a moment, there’s a matter I’d like to discuss with you”
Rita turned again, Lily had a hand on the door to the classroom and it was her turn to flash a smile, spiteful and victorious and making Rita want to slap her.
The door shut and they were the only three people left in the room, Lily taking a few steps closer to the front desk, smugness in every line of her body as she answered, “Of course, Professor”
It was making Rita feel violent. She fantasised sometimes, about attacking Lily, just tackling her right there in the classroom, under the watchful eyes of Professor McGonagall.
Maybe she would smile approvingly at Rita as she pulled at Lily’s hair, as she slapped the smug smile off Lily’s face, as she straddled Lily on the floor, ripping at one of those smart blouses that Lily liked to wear, ruining how neat and put-together she always looked, as she bruised Lily’s pale, delicate skin, as she beat Lily once and for all.
Maybe Professor McGonagall would give Rita a prize for her victory, maybe the prize would involve being pushed up against the desk, the professor’s firm hands on her hips, or maybe one around her neck, pressing her back into the hard wood of the desk, the shiny metal nameplate digging into her spine, and the other hand sliding up her thigh, under the short, short skirts she always wore to these classes, pushing her knickers to one side and -
“Miss Skeeter?” Professor McGonagall was asking and Rita felt like she might die. She blinked out of the haze of her thoughts and glared over at Lily, who was chuckling under her breath.
Lily just raised an eyebrow and Rita rolled her eyes, turning back to face the professor properly. Professor McGonagall was still leaning against the front of her desk, fingers drumming against it, brows slightly furrowed, impatient.
“Sorry, Professor,” Rita was sure that she was blushing, “I just got lost in my thoughts a little”
She didn’t miss the way that Professor McGonagall smirked, just a little, the smallest little twitch of her cheek, and it only made her blush more, she was sure that the professor could tell exactly what direction her thoughts had been heading.
“Well, get on with it then,” she demanded, “What’s this thing you need help with?”
And suddenly, Rita felt a little daring, a little bold, a little shameless. Like a switch flipping, all thoughts of the question she had about her essay retreating as she was overtaken by something that was probably more than a little dangerous.
She took a step closer to the desk, pushing her shoulders back a bit and tilting her head to one side, “I’ve got this problem, you see, it’s rather personal,”
Professor McGonagall straightened slightly, then narrowed her eyes, and Rita didn’t know whether it was because of her tone of voice or the way she was batting her eyelashes or the way that she had taken yet another step closer but she felt something curl with satisfaction in her stomach at the sight of the movement.
It was a cliché probably but Rita was leaning into it as she stepped forward again, only a few paces away from the desk now, continuing in a low voice, “And with all the time I spend doing work for your classes…”
The professor raised an eyebrow then, which was probably fair enough, because although a lot of her time did go towards the actual work, the vast majority of it was spent coming up with ways to get Professor McGonagall’s attention, or obsessively tracking whatever Lily was doing to make sure she was still winning. Speaking of, Rita glanced briefly over to where Lily had walked further back into the room, hands clenched tight around the strap of her satchel, watching the scene in front of her like she was studying it.
“… I haven’t been able to find anyone to help me with it,” Rita finished, focussing back on the professor in front of her, who’s eyes flicked quickly up and down Rita’s body before meeting hers again, heavy and exhilarating.
Rita felt like she was diving headfirst into a volcano and she really quite desperately wanted to burn so she took the last few steps forward, coming to a stop directly in front of Professor McGonagall, close enough that if the professor spread her legs just a little, Rita could settle quite nicely in between them.
She clasped her hands behind her back to stop herself from reaching out and spoke again, slow and suggestive, “And I thought, being as it’s your work that’s stopping me from finding anyone, that maybe you could help me?”
Professor McGonagall smirked again, just a little, and then, as if she was reading her mind, lifted her hands from the desk and placed them on Rita’s hips instead, spreading her legs and pulling Rita into the space between them, nestled there like it was where she belonged. Rita was sure she was bright red, she hadn’t been sure this would work at all but victory was singing through her veins as she heard the way that Lily had gasped at the professor’s actions.
“I’ve just been so tense lately,” Rita went on, pressing her thighs together as the hands at her hips squeezed slightly, “And I really think you might be able to help me relax… Minerva”
The professor smirked, moving her hands to rest on Rita’s arse, pulling her even closer, leaning in so that Rita could feel her breath on her ear,
“Oh Rita,” Professor McGonagall breathed, making Rita both shiver and feel like she was on fire, unclasping her hands and bringing them up to rest on the professor’s chest, “I think I know just the thing,”
“Yeah?” Rita asked, biting at her lip to stop the word from turning into a moan.
“Oh yes,” the professor continued, pulling back a little to look her in the eye, that solid, exhilarating gaze, something glimmering in it that Rita couldn’t quite decipher. Then, Professor McGonagall was moving her hands, back up to Rita’s hips and pushing her round to one side, “Why don’t you ask Miss Evans to help you?”
Rita’s mouth fell open, looking at Lily who was standing just a few paces away and looking right back, face red and a hand over her mouth, eyes wide and slightly hazy just like Rita expected her own were. She glanced back at Professor McGonagall, feeling both a little betrayed and a lot turned on, as the professor dropped her hands from Rita’s hips and placed them back on the desk behind her again.
She just chuckled at whatever was probably written all over Rita’s face, “I think she might be having a similar problem, I’m sure you could… solve it together.”
Then, Professor McGonagall smiled, her own victorious smile, sharp and amused, “You two are my best students after all.”
#they let me out of uni and i start having thoughts abound#and like. hot thoughts. like might just be me but this is very hot to me#like maybe tmi but. i never get like. turned on by my own writing but something about this one…… not reading into what this says about me#ANYWAY#lilyritaminerva#<- awful name#lily evans#rita skeeter#minerva mcgonagall#microfic marching along!!!!!!!!#kara’s incy wincy fics
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the amount of stuff from my relationship that i projected to my fics is actually insane
#i literally think that if i hadn't started writing#i wouldn't have realized so many things#about myself#and what i actually wanted#forever grateful to aimee for supporting me in the start#the fact that i unhide the fic where i project exactly what i hoped would happen if i broke up with my bf the day we are seeing each other#to figure out the next step as exes#is insane#asjdbasjhdasd#but damn my fics have always been so personal and that one in particular is from a version of me that was afraid that letting him go#would mean that i would never find love again#and needed to read a reality where letting go#of the partener who you grew up with and has given you so much love#isn't a bad thing for either of you#when other situations pass#i might reveal what other stuff inspired my fics or microfics#ajshbdahjsd
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starchaser microfic: journal || @into-the-jeggyverse || wc: 135
"Remus, can you hand me that journal I put on the counter? And a pen, please."
"What are you doing?" James asks in surprise, looking at his husband at the table who had so abruptly interrupted his story.
Regulus spreads a blank journal on the table and starts writing. "Of course I'm writing down everything you just said. So that when our children say something like 'my father didn't strut', I can pull it out of my pocket and say 'then how do you explain this?' Two hundred pages of quotes with the date and exact time," he glanced at his watch to fix the minute.
James's eyes widened in horror, "Oh my God, I've married the devil..."
"That's not what you told me last night."
Remus giggles into his coffee in the background.
#marauders#regulus black#james potter#jegulus#remus lupin#starchaser#married jegulus#jegulus microfic
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“flawed” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 498 words
“Go away.” Regulus tells James when he sits down across from him in the library.
“Not yet, I have an argument for you.” James says simply.
Regulus doesn’t even look up, so James continues.
“I think that you should like me.” He informs Regulus.
Regulus huffs a laugh, “Oh yeah? And why’s that?”
“Well, Regulus, I’m glad you asked.” James takes out a piece of parchment, clears his throat and begins reading.
“Reasons Regulus Black should fancy James Potter.” Regulus furrows his eyebrows but says nothing, so James begins to read his list.
“One, I’m brave. Obviously, seeing as I’m risking being hexed the longer I sit here.”
Regulus gives him an expression that confirms the potential hexing.
“Two, we’re complete opposites, which sounds like a bad thing, but it’s not. You’re elegant and understated and sophisticated, while I’m loud and rambunctious and a nuisance. So, we balance each other out. That whole opposites attract thing and whatnot.”
Regulus raises one eyebrow with an unimpressed look.
“Three, I’m fiercely loyal to my friends and the people I love. And while you may think my friends are also nuisances, I do think you understand that loyalty because you’re the same way with you friends. And I think that’s an important thing we have in common.”
Regulus now has an unreadable expression.
“Four… I’m kind of cute.” James says with big eyes and the cutest voice he can manage. “I mean… you think I’m at least a little cute, right?” James looks at Regulus with a shy, hopeful smile. Regulus gives him a blank stare in return.
James takes a deep breath to steady himself, he wants to finish strong.
“Lastly,” James gets completely serious and sincere, “I really, really like you. And I know I can be ridiculous and obnoxious and over the top about it. But sometimes when I’m nervous it’s easier for me to overcompensate rather than be vulnerable with my feelings. And I get really nervous to be vulnerable around you because… I really like you. But everything I’ve said to you has always been the truth. And if you give me a chance, I think you might really like me too… maybe.” James finished in a whisper, admittedly not the strong finish he’d hoped for.
Regulus says nothing, just packs up his books and stands to leave. James deflates instantly.
Regulus stops beside James on his way out, “Nice speech, but your original argument was flawed.” James drops his head and sighs in defeat, but Regulus continues, “I already like you. Come back to me when you have a list of reasons I should let you take me on a date.”
James’ head snaps up to look at Regulus, but he’s already walking out of the library. James sits dumbfounded for several minutes before he processes what just happened. Once he does, he smiles the biggest smile he probably ever has and grabs a piece of parchment and starts writing…
“Reasons Regulus Black should go on a date with James Potter.”
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entertain - October 4th - Jegulus - @stag-microfic - word count: 153
James scratched at his paper determinedly, eyebrows furrowed, quill almost flying across the paper. After a moment, he shook his head, murmuring to himself and scratched out most of his words, before starting again, ink blotting as he chewed his lip in concentration.
From his own spot on his bed, Sirius gave a small chuckle.
Raising an annoyed eyebrow, James looked up. "Do I entertain you?" he drawled, jaw set.
"Nah, mate. I've just never seen you care so much about a bloody essay before," Sirius laughed. "Did McGoogles threaten you with castration or something?"
But James just turned bright red. "It's not an essay," he mumbled, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
"Then what...?" Sirius began to ask, but he quickly put two and two together. "Oh, Godric, don't tell me you're writing more romantic bullshit to my brother again?"
All James could to was blush harder and turn back to his letter.
#marauders#harry potter#marauders era#marauders fandom#fanfic#harry potter marauders#the marauders#marauders harry potter#marauders fanfic#the marauders era#marauder era#marauders fanfiction#marauders fic#james potter x regulus black#james and regulus#poor james#james potter#james x regulus#regulus x james#regulus and james#regulus black#regulus arcturus black#james loves regulus#regulus deserved better#regulus black x james potter#jegulus#jegulus microfic#starchaser#sunseeker
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Jersey vs. Hoodies - Part 1
| Rosekiller microfic | Word count: 799 | I wrote this a while ago and am finally deciding to post it so be thankful lol |
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“Is that Potter’s jersey?”
Regulus looks up, startled, as Evan drops his books onto the table between them. The sunlight filtering in through the library window swirls dust motes around, lighting Regulus’s curls as he replies.
“Excuse me?”
“I said,” Evan reiterates, sliding easily into the booth, “is that Potter’s jersey?”
Regulus’s stills.
“No.”
Evan looks at him pointedly. “You sure about that?”
“Yes.”
“It’s a Gryffindor jersey, Reg.”
“What an astute observation. Now if you don’t mind, I’m trying to get work done, so I would appreciate it if you could leave me alone.”
With that, Regulus dips his quill into his ink pot and starts writing again. Evan just stares at him as the scratching of the quill on paper fills the air.
But based on the way Regulus glances up sharply a few moments later, he acutely feels Evan’s gaze on him. And he is not pleased.
“What is it?” His voice is tight and impatient.
“Is that Potter’s jersey?” Evan asks again, somewhat stupidly.
“Is that Barty’s hoodie?” Regulus snaps nastily.
Evan’s face flushes with the humiliation and anger that comes from that simple, incredibly cruel remark. It wouldn’t be as bad if Regulus hadn’t known exactly what he was doing by saying something like that—after all, Evan had filled him in on everything just last week.
Evan stands up with a clenched jaw, beginning to stuff his books into his bag with more force than strictly necessary.
A series of vivid images flashes through his mind as he does so: Barty stumbling into the dorm late one night, slightly drunk after attending a notorious Hufflepuff-style party. Evan looking up and laughing at the state Barty was in. Barty coming closer and telling Evan that he had the prettiest laugh he had ever heard, and Evan swallowing thickly.
Barty’s lips on his, mouths tangling together in a single glorious, catastrophic mistake.
One thing had led to another, and Evan had landed himself in what he privately thought was the worst yet best choice of his life. Being friends with benefits with Barty was terrible, but it was also more than Evan could’ve ever asked for from Barty. So he had taken it.
And now here he was, having stolen Barty’s hoodie, which had been haphazardly thrown onto the floor by his bed—probably by Evan himself, if he’s being honest—and wearing it around just so he can pretend to actually have something of Barty’s.
But the point is, Evan hadn’t told Regulus about all of that just for him to be able to hurt Evan whenever he feels like it.
And so Evan starts to walk away, teeth clenched in anger and face still flushed red. He’s breathing entirely too hard, too—he can feel it, but he had had a terrible day before even coming in here, and he just doesn’t have the effort to calm himself down.
Then, from behind him, he hears Regulus call out, “Evan, wait—”
Evan whirls around to find Regulus looking at him with concern in his eyes. The pity he finds there does nothing to smooth out Evan’s boiling temper.
“That was a shitty thing to say and you know it, and I can leave if I want. And I do,” Evan adds with an air of finality, about to turn back around when Regulus’s voice fills the space between them.
“No, no, you’re right.”
Evan stops.
“I shouldn’t have gone there,” Regulus continues, starting to anxiously twist a strand of hair around his fingers. “It’s just that I get defensive and… well, I say stupid things. But yeah, it—it is James’s jersey.”
Evan just looks at him silently. He’s still mad at Regulus, but… Regulus has wanted this for a long time. And Regulus is one of Evan’s best friends, even if he does say some out of line things sometimes.
“I’m happy for you,” Evan tells him.
Regulus smiles softly, a faint blush making its way to his cheeks.
Evan smiles a little in response and shifts the strap of his bag from where it’s digging into his shoulder. Regulus eyes the action, an unimpressed look appearing on his face.
“You can come sit back down now, you know. If you’re not still mad at me.”
His familiar, slightly sarcastic tone is comforting, and Evan’s anger eases a bit more as he walks towards where Regulus is sitting.
“For the record,” Regulus murmurs as Evan sits down again, “I hope Barty gets his act together soon.”
Evan feels his stomach flip at the mention of Barty, but he can’t deny that it makes him happy that Reg is rooting for them as well.
“Off the record… me too, ” Evan admits.
Then he slowly gets out his books again, and he and Regulus begin to study in companionable silence.
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(Part 2 is here)
#rosekiller#evan rosier#barty crouch jr#jegulus#regulus black#slytherin skittles#marauders era#rosekiller microfic#my microfics
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@jegulus-microfic | april 12 Amortentia | words: 683
DARLING, GUESS WHO’S BACK FROM JAIL (not jail but a hospital, same thing really). I missed writing and maybe some of you missed me so here’s a cute one. enjoy;3
tw: alleged poisoning, swearing
"Have you seen that green shirt Regulus wore to the party last week? He looked so beautiful in it,” James mused, laying down on the floor next to Remus’ bed. “And his hair, oh Merlin, his hair...”
“What the fuck, Prongs?” Sirius snapped at him, sitting straight on Mooney’s bed. Oh, right, he forgot his best friend was in the room.
James looked at Remus, a bit terrified, hoping the tall boy would come up with something to save his ass. With the smirk Remus gave him, James knew he was doomed.
“Oh boy, are you okay, James?” The taller boy asked with feigned concern. “Pads, I think someone poisoned him.”
At the comment, Sirius’ face turned from pissed to concerned.
“What? With what?” he started, running to James to check on him.
Remus hummed, looking at the two of them with a mean grin.
“Some Slytherin must’ve added amortentia to his tea in revenge for the last prank,” he said, acting as if he were terrified. “We should take him to Slughorn; he probably has an antidotum.” With that, Sirius picked James up and led him out of their dormitory.
Padfoot looked determined to help him as they walked to the dungeons, while Remus kept sending him amused glances. In response, James just farrowed his eyebrows, mouthing you’re dead to his friend.
When they finally reached the potions professor’s room, Sirius started banging on them like a madman. Not even ten seconds into it, the door opened.
“What are you doing here?” Regulus asked, looking at all three of them. James could see his eyes softening as they reached his own, and he smiled gently at Regulus, the younger boy's cheeks turning slightly pink.
“What are you doing here?” Sirius asked, reminding James of his presence.
“Well, I’m brewing a potion,” Regulus started. “But you still didn’t answer my question.”
Sirius frowned at his brother, and he pointed at James. “Can you see him? He’s looking at you like you’re the world’s eighth wonder; somebody poisoned him with amortentia!”
Regulus and James locked eyes again, the younger boy smirking this time.
"Oh, really?” he started, still looking at James. “What gave you the idea?”
“Well,” Sirius began, “he started rumbling about how pretty you looked last week, and how he likes your hair, and other shit like that!” That was just Sirius being dramatic, but Regulus seemed more pleased with every word. “Is Slughorn here? We need to fix him right now!”
Regulus shook his head, turning to face his brother. “He went to Madam Pomfrey; he should be back soon," he said with a pause. “But maybe you should go back to the dorm; it's almost curfew. I’ll take care of that moron.”
James looked at Remus with pleading eyes, hoping this time his friend would actually help him. Thankfully, Moony seemed like he had enough of torturing him for one evening.
He grabbed Sirius’ shoulder, turning him so they stood face-to-face. “He’ll be fine, honey,” Remus said gently, leaning closer to Sirius’ ear. As the black-haired boy’s eyes widened, James assumed the two of them would be taking advantage of the free dormitory. Good for them, James thought. Just don’t destroy the room. Again.
“If he starts being insufferable, give him a sleeping drought or bind him; I don’t care. Just... be safe,” Sirius said to his brother, getting a dismissive yeah, yeah in response.
As the two Gryffindors left them, Regulus pushed James into the room, slamming the door behind them.
“So, amortentia, huh?” Regulus asked with a teasing smile, putting his hands on James’ chest. The older boy grabbed him by the waist, pulling him closer.
“Yeah,” he began, rubbing his hands up and down Regulus’ sides. “I think Barty wanted to get back at me for turning custard creams into Canary Creams.”
“Perhaps yes,” Regulus said, nuzzling at James’ jaw. “And you think I’m pretty? Evan must’ve helped him with the potion if you talked so nicely about me,” James chuckled as the younger boy grabbed him by the neck and pulled him down for a kiss.
#jegulus#dead gay wizards#starchaser#james potter#james x regulus#regulus black#jegulus microfic#marauders#the marauders#hogwarts au#amortentia#sirius black#remus lupin#1k words or less#by: allyeardepression
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Staying - a jegulus microfic
@into-the-jeggyverse - January 3: Curly - Words: 169
Regulus lay basking in the bliss still filling his body. With his eyes closed he felt the warmth of James’ breath on his cheek, his head rested on James’ muscular arm, his fingers drew lazy patterns in the damp curly hair on James’ chest.
He wanted to stay here forever.
That meant Sirius would most likely catch him in the morning. That meant explaining to his dorm mates where he had spent the night. It also meant possibly getting to hold hands during the day, not having to save every word of affection for their nightly endeavours.
In the end, none of that was what it came down to. Between sneaking through the long cold corridors of Hogwarts back to his own empty bed and staying in the presence of this mane that must be made of sun with the way he glowed, the choice was easy.
“James, may I stay?”
James pulled his arms around him and started peppering his face with kisses.
“Nothing would make me happier.”
Is 2025 the year I start writing jegulus microfics? Yes it is!
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cheat | @jegulus-microfic | words: 520
critical care, part 1 | (part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9)
a Jegulus nurse!AU
“Potter, I’ve got shit news for you.”
James snorted, finishing the last few letters of a name on the large dry erase board that announced the day shift nurses’ assignments on the medical-surgical intensive care unit. Their ward’s nickname, coined by its wealthy donor, was written at the top in half-erased red letters: Go Gryffindor! “No thanks, Marlene, I’ve got enough shit news already.”
“Peter’s cheating on us. He’s been floated to take patients in the recovery room. They took on three extra cases this morning.”
Jerking his head around, he stared at her.
No.
Peter could not do this to him. James had twenty-two sick as shit patients tripping over themselves to dive into body bags and just enough nurses to stop them from doing so. The acuity of their unit was through the roof. He would not be tested today.
“Pete wouldn't do that.” James shoved his hand into his scrubs to fish his phone out. On the home screen was the preview of an apologetic text from ✨🐀Wormtail🐀✨, reporting his marching orders to the post-anesthesia care unit. “Wow. I thought he loved me. What am I supposed to do? We’re about to start the bloody shift!”
“Well don’t worry boss, because I have slightly less shit news. They’ve sent us a nurse to replace him.” She paused. “From Slytherin.”
“I thought you said less shit news,” James grumbled, using the side of his hand to rub Peter’s name from the board. Slytherin, with its name derived from the benefactor who had funded its building, was the cardiovascular intensive care unit two floors below them. Their nurses were notoriously nightmares to get along with. “The last time they floated someone from there to here it was Snape, remember?”
“Oh yeah!” Marlene snapped her fingers. “Didn’t Sirius almost trick him into drinking nitroglycerin? It’s a good thing you stopped him. He could have actually died.”
“Yeah. Anyway, who are they sending us?”
Marlene consulted her phone. “It’s going to be… Oh! Regulus Black!”
“Black?” James repeated distractedly, writing it down.
“It’s Sirius’s little brother. Have you met him?”
“No.” James capped his marker and stepped back. “Have you?”
“Once.” She paused, then qualified that. “Sort of. I got to watch Sirius threaten one of the doctors for flirting with him. Does that count?”
That got his attention. “What? Why? Sirius has slept with half the staff in this hospital!”
“Yeah, but he’d put Regulus in a monastery if he could. No dating allowed for Baby Black.” Marlene handed over the charge nurse phone. “It’s too bad. Dorcas says Regulus is… sweet.”
James smirked. “Dorcas says, huh? I guess Pete’s not the only one cheating on us Gryffindors by consorting with the enemy units.”
“Fuck off, Potter. And I’ll give you a bit of free advice. When Regulus comes up here, you’d best try very hard not to stare. Sirius hates when people do that.”
James’s expression turned serious. “I won’t. Is there something physically… did something happen to him?”
Oddly, Marlene just smirked. “No, nothing like that. But if you know what’s good for you, don’t let Sirius catch you looking.”
#regulus black#james potter#jegulus#protective sirius black#marauders nurse!au#sirius and regulus#sirius black#starchaser#james loves regulus#jegulus microfic
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2024 Year in Review
This year marks three years since I started doing these year in review posts, and bloody hell what an up and down year this one has been. @jilymicrofics ran again this year with lots of fabulous fics and events. I was given the honour of getting to mod masquerade for @jilytoberfest. I also had to tell myself to SLOW THE F**** DOWN and take a step back for my mental health (thank you to @annabtg & @eastwindmlk for making that possible), which also meant saying goodbye to my longstanding @jilychallenge streak. But looking back at the goals I set myself at the end of last year… I achieved most of them. I’m going to take that as a win.
The AO3/Tumblr Breakdown:
A decrease from last year.
Ongoing Fics:* currently in a hidden collection Wake Me Up When September Ends The Cohabitation Agreement
Completed Multi-chapters: Spitting Image
Completed One-Shots: A Problem Solved
Jilychallenges: January, Fight or Flight Response February, The Grey Carpet Area March, The Stag Prince Across The Sea April, Knight In Shining Armour May, Hockey and Headaches June, Take Up An Oar July, The Cohabitation Agreement
Ladies of HP: Galentine’s Day (Ginny Weasley), Hothead Harpies Molly Weasley, Hands of Time
Jilytoberfest: A Homage to Jily Fandom (31 prompts, 31 authors, 31 microfics)
Goals for 2025:
Learn to be okay with letting other people take the reins for a bit
Work on fics in hidden collection and reveal them again
Write more outside jily
Work on Godric’s Hollow, and Spitting Image Sequel
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This week’s writer spotlight feature is: steddieas_shegoes! @steddieas-shegoes has 382 fics in the Stranger Things fandom on AO3 and 355 of them are in the Steddie tag!
@starryeyedjanai recommends the following works by @steddieas-shegoes:
call me sunshine, send me to space
we'd shake the frame of your car
this place is such great motivation for anyone trying to move the fuck away from hibernation
driver roll up the partition please
"Mickala is a PILLAR in this fandom. She's doing microfics, she's doing multiple month-long challenges at the same time, she's writing a big bang that I am frothing at the mouth over reading soon. She's doing it ALL!!!! She's written an absurd amount of words in such a short amount of time and I am just in awe of her 💕💕💕" -- @starryeyedjanai
Below the cut, @steddieas-shegoes answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!
Why do you write Steddie?
Because my love for Steve Harrington could no longer be contained, and neither could Eddie’s. Because have you seen those two? Look at them. Keep looking at them. They’re so!
What’s your favorite trope to READ?
This list is longer than any of us have the time to read, but I will say that enemies to lovers or exes to lovers has been hitting the spot hard lately. I’m also a sucker for a good modern au, like texting the wrong number or rockstar Eddie and otherwise famous Steve.
What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?
At the heart of everything I write, they’re stupid in love. Whether they know it or not, whether they say it or not, they are. I think my favorite tag to use is idiots to lovers or idiots in love because it’s true. They’re just dumb for each other and it’s so fun to write from every angle.
What’s your favorite Steddie fic?
Okay my absolute all time favorite fic of any fandom I have ever read anything in is Tuesday's Gone With the Wind - Chapter 1 - thisapplepielife - Stranger Things (TV 2016) [Archive of Our Own]. It changed me from the inside out. I think about this fic every single day, sometimes multiple times a day. But I do also have to say my very, very close second would be start by pulling him out of the fire by pricklywhicket. There is no better Wayne fic, there could never be a better Wayne fic. If you love Wayne, and you love Eddie, and you love Steve, and you love Steddie, this is the fic to read.
Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?
I tend to avoid writing heavy angst of any kind, mostly because I tend to also avoid reading it unless it has a happy ending. But I have two things currently in my notes app that are very angsty, one of them would possibly have a more open/slightly unhappy ending, and I might be brave and do it. It’s the one area that I know I haven’t delved into.
What is your writing process like?
There’s a process? You guys are following a process? Oh shit, I didn’t know. But seriously, the process looks a lot like: *has idea *types what should be headcanon of said idea *headcanon becomes 2500 words of actual story *posts I really just go with the flow. I don’t edit 90% of the time, I don’t have a beta reader (except for my bang fic), I rarely even go in with a full-fledged plan. Whatever happens, happens.
Do you have any writing quirks?
If I write Steve with a migraine in something, it usually means I was suffering from a migraine at the time. I almost always give him similar symptoms to mine, though I usually dramatize them a little for the hurt/comfort of it all. They say write what you know and boy do I know migraines.
Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?
I have only written a handful of chaptered fics, and I tried to follow as much of a schedule as I could, but I don’t. I get too excited and I end up just posting as soon as something is finished.
Which fic are you most proud of?
This is a hard one. I am proud that I ever even posted the first thing I did. This was the first fandom I ever published anything in, and I was pretty nervous about sharing something I wrote in a rush on my notes app. But I think I’m most proud of call me sunshine, send me to space. It challenged me to take this one on, and while I know I probably wouldn’t write it the same if I were to write it now, I know that it will always be there as proof of how far you can come if you keep doing the thing.
How did you get the idea for call me sunshine, send me to space?
Uh…personal experience? I was getting a small tattoo and had my usual reaction and then went home and said to myself “Steve would end up in a situation about this” and then I wrote the situation. Which is actually how so much of my works start.
When writing call me sunshine, send me to space, what was something you didn’t expect?
The amount of love it’s gotten! It was still kind of my early days of posting on AO3 and I had only just started really interacting on tumblr, so it shocked me how quickly people started commenting and asking to be on the tag list. That fic is what “put me on the map” I guess, and is definitely responsible for all of the friendships I’ve made in the last year.
What inspired this place is such great motivation for anyone trying to move the fuck away from hibernation?
A silly little headcanon I posted that got way out of hand in my thoughts and then on paper. We tend to lean more towards the single dad Steve thing, especially myself, but then I completely ran with the single dad Eddie thing, and a whole fic came out of it.
What was your favorite part to write from this place is such great motivation for anyone trying to move the fuck away from hibernation?
This fic was my worst enemy for months. I was so busy in real life that I felt like I wasn’t able to give it the attention it deserved. I had a few favorite parts, but I think the first time Mia calls Steve ‘Mama’ is up there for sure. It kinda sets the tone for the whole fic that Steve is meant to be in their lives and this baby knows it before the rest of them.
How do/did you feel writing we'd shake the frame of your car?
Honestly, I was just trying to stick to as much of the prompts as possible. Since it was a gift for Sandy, I wanted to make sure it was the best gift I could give!
What was the most difficult part of writing driver roll up the partition please?
Keeping it on the shorter side! If it were up to me, ficlets like that would be 20k minimum, but because it was for an event and I tend to take on more than I can actually handle, it had to stay short.
Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?
I have a lot of lines that I really love that I am always in awe that I managed to write. But I think I am most excited about the scene in my upcoming bang fic, the scene that came to me before anything else for this fic and inspired the whole thing.
Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?
My bang fic bear hugs starts posting on September 27th. If you like hockey, single dad steve, and friends to lovers, this is THE fic for you. I also co-mod for steddie microfic, which is a monthly exact word count challenge with a new prompt and word count every month; I run Steddie Song Fics, a monthly writing challenge that changes every month with new songs, word count limits, genres, and more; I run Steddie Holiday Drabbles, which is a daily drabble event that takes place in December, with multiple pop-up events throughout the year; and if this posts in time, I am running Steddie Smutty September, an 18+ only event that will have weekly writing and art prompts for the month of September.
Outside of these questions, Is there anything YOU would like to add?
Thank you to whoever nominated me, and thank you to everyone who supports me and other authors by liking, commenting, reblogging, and recommending fics!
Thank you to our author, @steddieas-shegoes, and our nominator, @starryeyedjanai! See more of steddieas_shegoes's works featured on our page throughout the day!
Writer’s Spotlight is every Wednesday! Want to nominate an author? You can nominate them here!
#writer's spotlight#writer's wednesday#steddie#steddie fic recs#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve x eddie#stranger things#steddie writers#ao3 writer
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2024 Year In Review
This year I came back to fandom with a vengence I never knew was possible.
I published 336,619 words to AO3 in 2024 (This doesn't count my tumblr only fics/drabbles which is crazy to think about. )
I made Harry Potter Social Media AUs and moodboards
Had some fun with House Elf Hotties, ToadButter, and the @nenaandmeldetectiveagency
But most importantly this year has brought me new friends. I would tag you all and thank you for a wonderful year but I would be too embarssed and ashamed if I missed anyone. Please know that I love all of you and thank you for making this year fun.
In 2025 I look forward to finishing the Remadora Lighthouse AU, starting the sequel to Rage Against the Dying of the Light and continue my First War one shot series about the members of the Order of the Pheonix.
My 2024 fan fic review below the cut:
Rage Against The Dying Of The Light - In a universe where James and Lily Potter survive Voldemort’s attack on Halloween night. Most of wizarding society is enjoying newfound peace after a decade of war, except the young heroes who fought the war learn you can never really go back to the way things were before
Padfoot in Privet Drive - Sirius Black follows Harry to Privet Drive after the Triwizard Tournament.
Querencia - The time Lily, James, and Harry spent as a family in their little house in the West Country was far too brief, but it was overfilled with love, laughter, and, above all, life.
30 Times James Potter Thought He Was Going To Die and 1 Time He Did - 31 microfics for Jilytober
It’s here. Now’s the time. I tell myself I’ll be fine -
It was a normal feeling to be nervous, a rite of passage for any mother or father. After all, eleven years old wasn’t that mature—children at that age were still so small, so dependent on their parents for guidance, comfort, and care.
Hope Lupin hugs her son goodbye before he boards the Hogwarts Express.
Interesting House Guests - (Or The time Sirius invited the lads to spend the week at Grimmauld Place)
Tipping The Scales - James helps Lily get back something that is hers from the Slytherin dorms.
Does Permanent Mean Forever? - It is James Potter’s seventeenth birthday, and to commemorate the occasion, he proposes to the gang that they go out and get tattooed.
Your Friend, James - It is the summer before their 7th year, and Lily and James spend the entire holiday writing letters to each other as their relationship slowly changes from friends to something more.
Rumor Has It - Severus doesn’t believe the rumors that Lily finally agreed to go out with James Potter.
A Happy Thought - The 7th-year Defense Against the Dark Arts Class learns the Patronus Charm. James is shocked to learn what Lily’s Patronus is.
Awful Euphemisms- Lily and James exchange laughs while discovering a new level of intimacy.
An Academic Study of Dungeon Dwellers - It was common knowledge that when the weather turned warm, students were impossible to teach and used their precious free time to soak up the sun and enjoy the outdoors. Unless of course, you were the Girlfriendus Potterus, also known by her common name, Lily Evans, who—despite the migration of most students to the sun-drenched grounds—had yet to leave the castle’s confines.
The Office Party - Petunia hoped that staying in London for Christmas would make her seem important. She imagined her parents would talk about her endlessly, telling Lily all about her new, sophisticated life in the city. How big and important she’d become. She didn't imagine that she'd meet the love of her life while at the office Christmas party.
Three Lemons and a Dragon - Once upon a time there lived a Prince named James who had to save his father’s Kingdom by getting married. One day an older woman gifts him three lemons that will lead him to his true love.
Erasmus Lovegoods’s Guide to Brewing Love Potions -At the start of every school year, the Ministry of Magic distributed leaflets to all students taking potions classes regarding the regulations and legality of highly controlled potions.
I’ll Meet You After Dark - An Alternate Universe where the Statute of Secrecy hasn’t been enacted yet. Tensions between the magical and non-magical communities are high.
My dog said I can’t go out with you - Lily had been waiting patiently for James to ask her out for the first Hogsmeade weekend of the term. Sirius insists she turn James down so Sirius can hang out with her instead. (it’s all part of Sirius’ greater matchmaking plan)
Tranquil Solitude (Until You Came Along)- All Lily wanted to do was take a nice, quiet swim on a hot day. And then James Potter showed up. And Lily had already removed her clothes for the private swim.
Midnight Train To London - An escaped yeti causes a magical snow storm that leaves the Hogwarts Express stranded without any power. Head students Lily and James take charge and bring a little holiday cheer to the students trapped on the train.
Summer Fling Don’t Mean A Thing - Lily and James meet at a potions camp over the summer and have a fling. James promises to write to her when the summer is over, but he never does. Then Hogwarts hosts an academic competition inviting all the top students from around the country to attend, including students from Cockersand Coven Academy, the school that Lily happens to attend.
This Town Is Fake But You’re The Real Thing - Teen radio star Lily Evans works for a show on the wizarding wireless network called, The Marauders. The teen soap drama stars James Potter as an arrogant school jock and centers on the secret adventures of his friends in the forbidden forest as illegal animagus and a werewolf. The show’s antagonist, played by Severus Snape, left after a scandal, and now Lily has a romantic storyline with James in the final season of the show. Basically, her life is a disaster.
Field Study - Lily and James get left behind on a deserted island after A Care of Magical Creatures field trip.
These things that are pleasin’ you can hurt you somehow - Lily is stuck in potions for a classroom disturbance she didn’t cause.
In walks James Potter who she had been avoiding all week.
White Winter Hymnals - Holiday themed jily snippets from age eleven to adulthood
Cuckoo (or the unwanted interloper baby in the nest) - Sirius rescues Regulus from the cave and drops him off at the Potters house so he can clean up his brother’s mess. Regulus has an awful time…. until he doesn’t.
Katabasis- Snape gets hurt when he goes into the Shrieking Shack on the full moon. It is time for Remus to face the consequences.
Citius, Altius, Fortius – Communiter - Sirius is an Olympic athlete competing in the wizard pentathlon, James is a quidditch player, and Lily is a sports reporter. The three of them meet at the Olympic Village. And well, you know what happens at the Olympic Village…
Finding Your Magical Roots - The Black Family welcomes the reality show Finding Your Magical Roots into their home to film a special episode.
101 Padfoots - An accident in potions class results in 101 Padfoots running around Hogwarts while Lily and James work together to round them all up
She Faced Danger, But Never Feared It - Dorcas Meadowes is a healer at St. Mungo’s who specializes in emergency healing. A grandmother in her 60s who believes in caring for all members of the magical community. She is recruited by Albus Dumbledore to join the Order after she publishes and article in the Daily Prophet arguing that the rise of dark magic is a public health crisis.
When Death Would Not Come - Moody and the others will be here soon. Just endure for one more minute. Thirty more seconds. Five more seconds. As long as Neville was okay, she could endure anything.
Goodbyes and Surprise Greetings - Ginny’s brothers have abandoned her at the Burrow while they go to school or leave the country. But then she gets a surprise visitor.
The Past is a Bucket of Ash - Over burnt photographs, Harry had a late-night chat with Sirius about his family history.
Our Troubles Are Miles Away - “Would you like to unwrap your present?” she whispered into his ear, her voice low and teasing, yet so tender it made him ache.
He hesitated. He shouldn’t. He knew better.
(Remus and Tonks have a small Christmas celebration while everyone else is asleep at Grimmauld Place.)
To Guinevere - The New Year's Eve party at Grimmauld Place was a complete bore. But then Ginny walked into the room with a basket of homemade cards.
The Parting Glass - The last full moon, Moony and Padfoot spend together.
Retrouvaille (or the happiness of meeting someone you love after a long time)- The times Sirius and Harry reunited and the times they were forced to say goodbye.
Attinge - Harry shaves his head after the battle. Only Ginny understands why.
Secret Garden - Neville plants Hannah a secret garden on the roof of the Leaky Cauldron. She wants to show him how grateful she is for the gift.
Burnt Cookies - Hannah keeps burning cookies as she gets ready for the Leaky Cauldron’s Halloween party.
Luckily, Neville is there to comfort her.
Tinsel In Her Hair - Neville helps Hannah decorate the Leaky Cauldron for Christmas. He notices something shiny in her hair.
1994 Quidditch World Cup - Harry wants only one thing for his fourteenth birthday: tickets to see the final match of the Quidditch World Cup. Well, two things if you count his sudden desire to kiss Ginny Weasley.
A Time To Mourn - Sirius Black, recently declared innocent by the Ministry of Magic, visits his godson on Halloween.
Feels Like Home To Me - Snippets inside the Potter family home
Werewolf Registration Act of 1947 - A history of magic essay helps Teddy understand his deceased father a littler bit better.
Tethered - Teddy and Vic discover the isolated and deserted Hogwarts boathouse to be the perfect place to be alone together.
It’s All About The Timing - James Sirius Potter has wanted to ask Ellie Longbottom out since he was twelve years old. Unfortunately, he can never get the timing right.
Know Your Roots- Albus Potter is unsure if helping Uncle Neville repot moonwort plants is part of detention or a lame attempt at godfather and godson bonding. It might be both.
Acting Professional - Teddy wants to see Victoire’s new office while at a work event.
Ginny’s Very Serious Investigation - When Luna casually mentions in the postscript of her latest letter that she got married, Ginny is not having it. Who the hell is Rolf Scamander, and why is Luna marrying him without any prior warning?
Snuffles & Son - Sirius raises Harry and opens a shop that specializes in repairing cursed artifacts and places protection wards on family heirlooms. One day, an Unspeakable from the Department of Mysteries walks in with a cursed artifact from his cousin’s confiscated Gringotts vault, requesting Sirius’s assistance.
Be Not Afraid Of Greatness - A collection of Frank Longbottom stories
Without A Trace - Babies don’t just disappear without a trace
The Lighthouse - There is an old fishing town off the jagged rocky coast covered in permanent fog and a broken lighthouse that is no longer able to bring ships safely to shore. Tonks travels to the forgotten place to record an episode of her popular podcast. Imagine Tonks' surprise when she arrives at the abandoned lighthouse and comes face to face with its kind yet lonely keeper—Remus.
#harry potter fanfiction#james potter#harry potter#lily potter#jily#sirius black#jily fanfiction#remus lupin#hinny#remadora
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"Regulus' Birthday" - a sweet microfic set in the same universe as my fic Dare to Stay // @fromagony @godsofwoes // 486 words
“Happy Birthday, love.” Regulus was awaken to the soft voice of his James. His James. His James waking him up. With a gentle kiss, on his birthday. In his bed. He slowly opened his eyes as a smile adorned his face.
“Good morning, Jamie.”
It was their first big celebration together ever since they shared their first kiss a few months ago. They had longed for each other too many years to waste a single day apart. James was good at making up for lost time.
“Get dressed, the boys have a surprise for you.”
He quickly put on some pants and James’ shirt from yesterday. He loved nothing more than smelling like him first thing in the morning. James held the bedroom door for him, and as Regulus passed him by, James grabbed him from behind, placed his chin on Regulus’ shoulder and very gently whispered “I love you.” Three words that never failed to send a shiver through Regulus’ spine.
Regulus turned around, his hands instinctively cupping James' face. "I love you too, Jamie."
“Let’s go, love. I can feel the boys getting impatient.”
Giggles and tiny voices grew louder as they walked down the stairs. When they reached the last step Regulus stopped dry. The entrance had a big banner reading ‘Happy Birthday’ in fun colors, and ‘we love you’ written under it in what was clearly Harry and Draco’s writing.
Before he could even process the overwhelming warmth that was filling him, two little boys rushed towards his arms with such a force that he fell over.
“Happy birthday Uncle Reggie!” Said Draco as he kissed his cheek.
“Aaaaah!” Harry just screamed as he also launched himself towards a fallen Regulus. Harry hugged him tightly, a gesture Regulus held onto dearly just as much as the first time it happened.
“Okay, let’s give my fiancé some space on his big day. Let’s go show him his surprise.” James helped him up and they followed the boys towards the kitchen.
Like two miniature guards, Draco and Harry stood on opposite sides of the pantry door.
“One, two, three!”
“Surprise!” Sirius said as the doors opened and ran towards Regulus to embrace him.
“I thought you were going to be away,” Regulus whispered to his brother’s ear while holding onto him.
“I have never spent a birthday away from you, I was not going to start now little brother.”
Regulus couldn’t help the tears falling down his cheeks. He remembered the loneliness and desperation that filled his fifteen year old self. He was now living a reality that once upon a time felt like a fantasy. Something unattainable, something someone like Regulus Black would never deserve.
He now had everything he had ever longed for.
There, one day in July, standing in the kitchen of Potter Manor, Regulus Blacked had no more scars left to heal. He was happy. Entirely and blissfully happy.
here's the complete fic that started it all
#YES they kissed for the first time a few months#AND YES THEY ARE NOW ENGANGED#they are not wasting more time#my babies had been waiting decades to be together#fic: dare to stay#jegulus#regulus black#james potter#marauders#james x regulus#starchaser#gay dead wizards#sunseeker#jegulus fanfiction#jegulus microfic#ao3 author#ao3#ao3 fanfic#ao3 link#ao3 writer#fanfic#fanfic writing#archive of our own#marauders fic#the marauders#hp marauders#marauders era#dead gay wizards#sirius black#harry potter
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Wolfstar Microfic - Snitch
Words: 987
@wolfstarmicrofic
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Every time James caught the snitch he insisted on throwing up in the air above his bed, it hit the ring he wore on his middle finger and so all Remus could hear as he was trying to read was ‘ting… ting… ting’ and he was over it.
“James.” He looked over at James sharply. “Prongs!”
“Yes, Moony?” He asked without stopping.
“How attached are you to that snitch?”
“Why do you ask?” He said, still focusing on the tiny ball.
“Well, I was just wondering if you’d rather Madam Pomfrey remove it from your throat or your rectum.”
James stopped throwing the ball and stared at him, wide-eyed. He sat up. “Everything alright?”
“Moon,” Remus said with a frown, despite the moon being five days away, a day or two before he started getting Moon-Grumpy as Sirius called it.
“Nothing to do with—” James stopped as Remus shot him a scathing look. “Right, the moon. Would chocolate help?”
Remus considered this for a moment, then nodded. “Sorry.”
“I know you are.” James said with a smile, “It’s ok.” He rummaged around in Sirius’ trunk until he found the Honeydukes bag that Sirius kept stocked up for Moony-mergencies. Honestly, maybe Sirius should go into writing or naming spells or something because even Remus thought that one was actually pretty good. He handed Remus two bars before sitting on the edge of his bed. “You know if it was the other thing—”
“It’s not.”
“Ok but if it was. I’d get it.” James watched as Remus’ face softened slightly. “I watched Lily date people for years before she came to her senses.” Remus kept his mouth shut because all he really wanted to say was that in his opinion it was that she’d lost her senses. “It’s just a study date.”
“Did Lily ever go on a quidditch date, though?” Remus said.
James paused, “Well, no, not that I know of.”
“Do you know how many times he’s turned me down when I’ve asked if he wants to come to the library this year alone? Thirty-six. Benjy fucking Fenwick asks him once in passing and he leapt at the chance.” Remus sighed, “I know you’re going to be all James and nice and tell me that it’s nothing and that he’ll come to his senses eventually but…” Remus trailed off as he noticed James’ face. “What?”
“I thought you… Oh, Merlin. Moony I thought you still had a little thing for Fenwick.” James looked stricken. “I didn’t know that you— Oh fuck. I’m sorry!”
Remus closed his eyes and covered his face to stop himself from spiralling. “I’d love it if you could pretend you didn’t hear that.”
“I don’t think I can,” James said quietly. “How long have you felt like this?”
“It started in fifth year, then the thing with Snape put a stop to that and then when I came to stay with you both this summer it kind of… came back.” Remus opened his eyes and looked at James.
“Huh,” James said. “And you’re quite sure?”
“Fucking hell, yes Prongs! I’m sure.”
“Have you told him?” Remus looked at him incredulously. “Ok, so that’s a no. Why?”
“I think I preferred the snitch throwing over this,” Remus muttered.
“You know that… in fifth year, it wasn’t just you who felt that way? He liked you too.” Remus felt like James had thrown icy water over him. “I’m just saying, it’s possible that he feels the same now.”
“Thanks, but even if he did, it would be stupid.” Remus opened one of the chocolate bars, offering a piece to James, who shook his head.
“Nope.” James said, “I say you should go for it.”
“You would say that!” Remus laughed, “I wouldn’t even know how to bring it up.”
“Well if you went down to the library right now and they were kissing in the History of Magic aisle, how would you feel?”
“Upset? Annoyed? Pretty fucking gutted.” Remus frowned.
“Would you be frustrated that you could have said something and didn’t?” James was grinning at him.
“Yes.” He said tightly, “I suppose I would.”
“Great! Go get your man, Moony!” James leapt off Remus’ bed.
“Now?” Remus said, putting another square of chocolate into his mouth. “Right now?”
“Remus. The History of Magic aisle.”
Remus groaned and got to his feet, “I’m going to regret this, I can already tell.”
“Regret what?” Sirius appeared in the doorway. James and Remus froze, looking panicked. “Right.” He sighed before climbing into his bed and closing the curtains.
James gestured wildly at the bed and Remus shook his head. ‘He looks grumpy!’ He mouthed.
‘So do you!’ Was James’ response.
“The silence isn’t any less disconcerting from in here.” Came Sirius’ muffled voice.
Remus sighed and slipped between the curtains. James felt the familiar bubble sensation of a muffliato a few seconds later.
“What’s wrong?” Remus asked softly.
“Pretty sure Benjy asked me out to make you jealous.” Remus’ jaw dropped, “Honestly, the first clue should have been ‘study date’.”
“But, why? How?”
“He kept asking if I thought you were going to come to the library tonight and asking me things about you.” He huffed, “Asking if you were seeing anyone.”
Remus started chuckling, “I’m sorry.”
Sirius scowled, “I’m glad my misfortune is amusing to you.”
“No it's not that, but if he was trying to make me jealous, he succeeded, but also failed massively at the same time.” He watched Sirius fail to understand. “I was very jealous tonight. But I was jealous of him.”
Sirius took a second to register what he’d said, and when his face lit up, Remus moved closer to him. “Of him? So you wanted…”
“To be on a date with you, yes. Don’t worry I know better than to take you on a study date, though.” Remus smiled against Sirius’ lips as they met his for the first time.
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