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Snippet / microfic / something idk

Aka where Regulus wakes up half drunk on the floor of his brother’s apartment and forgets that the spare bedroom is no longer a spare bedroom

The moonlight has carved out a hollowness into the room when Regulus opens his eyes. There’s music playing, still, for an audience of empty cups and a few toppled chairs and the snoring bodies of his friends on the couch.

Barty is splayed out over Evan, face buried into his neck like he doesn’t need air, but rather, he lives and breathes the boy beneath him. Evan’s hand has planted roots in his skull, twisted into matted hair. Flecks of glitter sprinkle every inch of the boys, a sparkle here and there in their hair, embedded in their skin, their eyelashes and parted lips. They’re a grimy sort of angelic in their blacked-out state, sleep blanketing them in an innocence you’d never find otherwise.

It’s not the first time he’s waken here, stiff back and sour taste in his mouth. He stumbles to the kitchen sink and sticks his head in, letting the water run rivers down his face and neck as he drinks it in gulps. It’s about a full minute of that, and then running his hands over his face for good measure, before he continues his trek to the bathroom, scouring the cabinet for mouthwash and taking a swig straight from the bottle and then swishing it and spitting into the sink, hands gripping the porcelain to hold up his own weight. It’s a wonder he’s been able to stand for this long with exhaustion dragging him down like an anchor tied to his limbs.

He trails behind himself into the hall and then his usual room, hands held out in front of him in the absence of sight. It takes a minute to find the bed. Once he does, he’s unceremoniously tugging back the covers and collapsing onto the mattress, sleep already overtaking him.

He sighs, half in relief and half in pain, pulling up the covers and-

“Well this is new.”

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.”

Regulus’s skull collides with the headboard before he can form a cohesive thought.

Sleep has made a hasty retreat, driven out by adrenaline and pure fear. The man in his bed—James, to be specific—instinctively shoots a hand out, clasping onto his arm.

“Shit, are you okay?”

“What the fuck are you doing here!?” Regulus whisper-yells, propped halfway up on his arm with the other hand clutching his head.

“What am I doing in my bed?”

Regulus blinks. Fuck. He forgot this bed actually belonged to someone. Not just someone. Of course, never just someone.

“I… forgot you lived here.”

His eyes have adjusted to the darkness, now. He watches James stare at him, dumbfounded, for a few beats. And then he bursts into a fit of laughter.

Of course the fucker is laughing. It blooms on his face like Spring itself; even here, dimly lit and squinting, it’s blinding. Rays of sunlight cutting through his teeth as he gasps for breath inbetween. Flower and leaf and fruit sprouting from his throat, and Regulus is just too tipsy to avoid the vines coiling around him, his arms and legs and chest, taking root in his own throat, planting seeds in his lungs.

He’s too tired to fight the branches stretching out like hands and pulling at the corners of his own lips, coercing a smaller laugh. He doesn’t even think it’s that funny, maybe James is just delirious. Maybe he’s still a little drunk, too.

“You forgot I lived here. In my room. In my apartment.” James relays, his hysterics reigned in to a splitting grin. Blinding, blinding, still blinding. He’s on his side, head resting in his hand—the other hand is still on Regulus, a light touch burning holes through his clothes, the skin on his shoulder, the muscle and bone marrow, planting more seeds, sprouting more life. He’s staring up at Regulus with sparkling eyes. Who gave him this much joy? Who gave him the idea to direct any of it his way?

Even here, in the middle of the night, waking him up just to shed glitter on his clean sheets and yell at him for existing in his own home.

Regulus doesn’t deserve it. But he can’t find it in himself to deny it right now.

“I may have, uh, passed out in here drunk a few times when you weren’t here last year.”

“A few times?” James asked, eyebrows raised, hand still there.

“Ok. Maybe a lot. Forgot it wasn’t actually mine,” Regulus admits, trying not to shortcircuit from the contact. Trying to relocate the mask of indifference he misplaced after the 3rd or 4th shot. He can just barely feel he’s still smiling, stupidly. He can’t find the right muscles to make it go away.

The analog clock on the dresser across the room reads 3:27 AM in a blue glow. Regulus knows the sensible thing to do now is get up, but the soft arms of sleep are extending from somewhere below, furling around his body and pulling down. The mattress, James’s mattress, might be the softest thing he’s ever laid rest on and it’s enveloping him like quicksand. He lets his head drop forward like dead weight as he musters the strength to move.

“Well don’t let me stop you, then,” James says, amusement and something strangely resembling adoration painted on his face. “I can sleep on the couch, if you want.”

It’s all way too casual for the absolutely absurd offer.

Regulus stares at him in disbelief. “You’re just gonna let me kick you out of your own bed.”

James shrugs, “You look comfy.”

There’s the distant hum of a car engine passing outside, an intermittent clicking sound from the run down heater in the room. The window shade is somewhat transparent, which defeats the whole fucking purpose of the thing, much to Regulus’s annoyance—he’s awoken, against his will to many a sunrise in this room—and a nearby streetlight gently pollutes the darkness, illuminating James from behind in a halo of muted yellow light.

“That’s fucking ridiculous,” Regulus replies, still not moving. James laughs softly. A few daisies sprout in the garden growing between them. “Barty and Evan are on the couch, anyway.”

“I’ll take the floor then.”

“You’re not sleeping on the fucking floor for me.”

“Well I’m more than happy to share, then.”

“You’re not- what?” His bemusement distracts him momentarily from the growing effort of keeping his eyes open. James squeezes his shoulder lightly, the bastard, drawing a small breath from him that he hopes to god goes unheard, before finally drawing back his hand.

“I sleep on the floor or we both sleep here. Your choice.”

“And if I sleep on the floor?”

“I’ll still sleep on the floor out of spite. I don’t think you could get up if you tried, right now, anyway.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Regulus groans. He fully collapses in defeat onto the pillow as he says it, which might take some of the edge out of the remark.

“I really don’t mind the floor, love. Good for the back and all. I’ve got tons of extra pillows and blankets, anyway,” James says, gesturing to the floor next to his bed.

“Just sleep in the god damn bed,” Regulus sighs. He shuffles so he’s on his back, one arm bent over his head rather dramatically, and closes his eyes. He’s fully relented in his battle with his own exhaustion now, and it’s closing in fast.

James doesn’t move for a moment. Regulus can feel his gaze like a beam of sunlight through a magnifying glass. He doesn’t need to open his eyes to smell his own clothes begin to smoke in the wake of it. “Are you sure?” he finally asks, playful tone receding. “I just- I should warn you I’m a bit of an.. active sleeper. And I know you don’t always like people touching you-“

“It’s alright when it’s you.”

It comes out nearly a whisper now as he sinks. He’ll blame it on alcohol or delirium, tomorrow, if he’s not outright denying having said it. He doesn’t actually know why he said it out loud. Regulus usually keeps the truth to himself, as a general rule.

The last thing he hears before falling asleep is James’s small intake of breath, followed by a faint “Oh. Yeah?” and then reality rescinds entirely.

#cuties #i love them sm

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caitcat04 · 2 months

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If litterally anyone sees this post, pls reply with your favorite sanders sides fics!! I need to be either overwhelmed with joy or have my heart ripped out I havnt decided yet

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caitcat04 · 2 months

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I heard that they might still be active on their tumblr? Maybe someone could dm? It's misplaced-my-notes

I would love to read it again, it's so gorgeous 💔💔💔

this might be a long shot, but i wanted to ask anyway.

do any fans who were around in 2018ish remember a fic called 'time heals' by a user called a_forgotten_note on ao3? it was a logince fic mainly, but it had moxiety and demus.

i dont know when it was deleted, or what the wishes of the author are regarding the fic, but did anyone happen to download it while it was still up? id like to have a copy. not to distribute or anything. i just would like it.

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caitcat04 · 2 months

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Aahh :(( thank u for your help anyway! It was such a good fic

Sanders sides fans!! Are you still out there??

I just remembered a fic that I would love help finding pls! It's like a period piece where Thomas is a historian and moves into an old house and meets all the sides as ghosts. Then, he pieces together their life stories as he talks to each ghost and eventually manages to republish the stories of their lives and set their souls free.

I remember some vague details:

It had all 6 sides

Roman was an artist/poet but was very ill

Logan was his doctor

They were in looooveee

Patton and Virgil ended up together which was super cutee

Its them retelling the stories of their deaths so its quite sad.

They all find each other again in ghost form, it's so cute!

Idk who the author was but I think I read it on ao3?? If u could help that'd be so great thank u!!

#sander sides #time heals #misplaced-my-notes #logince #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 lost fic #lost fic #help me find this

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caitcat04 · 2 months

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Ahhh thank you for your help!! Such a pity that's its gone though omg it was one of my favourites ever

Sanders sides fans!! Are you still out there??

I just remembered a fic that I would love help finding pls! It's like a period piece where Thomas is a historian and moves into an old house and meets all the sides as ghosts. Then, he pieces together their life stories as he talks to each ghost and eventually manages to republish the stories of their lives and set their souls free.

I remember some vague details:

It had all 6 sides

Roman was an artist/poet but was very ill

Logan was his doctor

They were in looooveee

Patton and Virgil ended up together which was super cutee

Its them retelling the stories of their deaths so its quite sad.

They all find each other again in ghost form, it's so cute!

Idk who the author was but I think I read it on ao3?? If u could help that'd be so great thank u!!

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caitcat04 · 2 months

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Sanders sides fans!! Are you still out there??

I just remembered a fic that I would love help finding pls! It's like a period piece where Thomas is a historian and moves into an old house and meets all the sides as ghosts. Then, he pieces together their life stories as he talks to each ghost and eventually manages to republish the stories of their lives and set their souls free.

I remember some vague details:

It had all 6 sides

Roman was an artist/poet but was very ill

Logan was his doctor

They were in looooveee

Patton and Virgil ended up together which was super cutee

Its them retelling the stories of their deaths so its quite sad.

They all find each other again in ghost form, it's so cute!

Idk who the author was but I think I read it on ao3?? If u could help that'd be so great thank u!!

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caitcat04 · 2 months

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star - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 278 - thanks, @starchasersunseeker and @beautyoftheships for helping me with the writer's block!

Regulus had never liked his name.

It connected him to his family, to one of many “Ancient and Noble Traditions.” Almost everyone he was related to, after all, was named after a star.

On top of that, his name was…clunky, at best. Too long and strange and not attractive, in his opinion. It wasn’t strong or intimidating. He hated it.

At school he allowed his friends to call him “Reg” and Pandora was allowed to call him “Reggie,” but he still hated the name, still wished he was named something else.

Until the day James Potter ran up to him in the middle of the Great Hall, almost panting, grinning like he’d just won the lottery.

“Reg!” he gasped, beaming. “Guess what Remus told me?”

“What did he tell you, James?” Regulus asked, trying and failing to keep a straight face, instead smiling a bit at the adorable way James seemed so excited about whatever he had to say.

“Your name! D’you know what it means?”

Regulus shrugged, feeling less happy, now. “Yeah. Why?”

James just grinned. “It’s the heart of the Leo constellation!”

“Yes, James, I know,” Regulus nodded, trying not to sound exasperated, waiting for the point.

“Well, Leo is a lion, right?” James asked, looking a bit put out that Regulus hadn’t immediately understood his point.

“Yes?”

“And Gryffindor’s mascot is a lion, right?”

“Yes?”

“So,” James said, like he was explaining an easy concept to a small child. “I’m a Gryffindor. You’re Regulus," he paused. "You’re my heart.” And he broke into a beaming grin, eyes wide as saucers, hands holding both of Regulus’s.

And oh.

Regulus never had an issue with his name again.

#are you kidding me #im never recovering from this #bawling rn #jegulus

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caitcat04 · 2 months

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No offense but life is all about reading books, kissing girls, being nice, and eating strawberries

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caitcat04 · 2 months

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card - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 309

It was the last present of the evening.

The whole friend group had all gathered around and exchanged gifts, all the while drinking Firewhiskey and swapping stories about their new jobs now that they'd all graduated.

It was one of those rare moments when everyone was there- nobody was caught up with another obligation that made their little family incomplete. Lily and Pandora were curled up on the couch, Dorcas and Marlene in an armchair. James and Regulus were sitting side-by-side on the floor whispering to each other and grinning while Barty and Evan took turns throwing wrapping paper into the fire. Peter and Mary could be heard joking in the kitchen with Alice, Frank, Gideon, and Fabian.

As Sirius smiles softly and took in all the people around him, he almost missed Remus elbowing him, passing him the small parcel. "For you," Remus murmured, smiling a bit.

"What, no card?" Sirius teased. Remus was known for writing long, heartfelt cards that could make anyone tear up.

The taller boy chuckled, looking a bit nervous for some reason, but didn't answer.

Shrugging, Sirius opened the paper to find a small box. It looked oddly like something one would put jewelry in. But Remus had already given him a beautiful necklace earlier that evening, at their apartment. "What-?" he began to ask, but broke off when he opened it.

Inside the box was a ring. Is was simple in design, with moons and stars etched on the outside, and the word 'forever' engraved inside the band.

And when he looked over to Remus for confirmation that this was what he thought it was, he realized at once that the entire room was quiet. And staring at them. And that Remus was on his knee.

"I didn't think I should put this in a card," Remus said with a teary grin.

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caitcat04 · 2 months

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