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[bellaxisworld]

february 27 @jegulus-microfic prompt: change. word count: 955

Kissing Booth - Kiss for a Cause! 

All donations go to the local LGBTQ+ teen shelter! 

James had noticed the bright red signs around campus for a couple days, not sparing it a second thought. There are always lots of charity opportunities and donations happening around campus, a kissing booth is nothing special.

But now, he faces the multi-colored kissing booth in front of the library and his heart skips a beat.  

He never imagined he could be working the kissing booth. 

Regulus Black—also known as James Potter’s biggest weakness—is standing behind the kissing booth counter. 

James does a double take, eyes drinking up every beautiful detail of Regulus. His hair is immaculately curled and styled today, gently tucked behind one ear. His eyes are bright and discerning, gray and stormy as he looks up at James. Regulus is wearing a blue shirt and gray jeans, and his many silver rings catch James’ attention. James is obsessed with Regulus’ rings—he could write sonnets about Regulus’ rings, his hands, how utterly perfect Regulus is.

He hurriedly hops in line for the kissing booth, antsy and impatient during the time it takes for him to reach the front. He’s fidgeting and overthinking and bouncing on one foot—and finally, he comes face to face with him. James is breathless, staring at Regulus. The younger boy is far shorter than James, and James is endeared to him even more for it. The top of his dark curly head barely comes up to James’ mid-chest. 

“Regulus,” James breathes out, smiling wide and toothy. 

“Potter,” Regulus says—and James nearly scoffs. The audacity he has, to call him Potter, as if they’re on a last name basis!

“Can I get a kiss, Regulus?” Say yes, say yes, say yes—

“Do you have change, Potter?” Regulus is smirking up at him, but his eyes look far too sharp, and James feels like he’s the victim of a cruel prank. 

“Right, right—uh, five dollars, is it?” James pats his pockets, searching for the five-dollar-bill he pocketed this morning. 

Regulus clicks his tongue, looking bored. “Ten dollars, actually—price went up,” he says. 

James looks at the bulletin, seeing a very clear FIVE DOLLARS in bubble letters. He goes to point, spluttering, “It says—”

James is met with a cutting glance and a mean smirk. “Want to make it twenty?” 

“No! No, Reg—”

“Ah, too late. Twenty it is,” Regulus interrupts, looking positively gleeful as James stares at him in horror. “For charity.”

“Regulus, you’re—”

“Twenty five, Potter?” Something warm and unexpected blooms in James’ chest, and it feels like they’re playing a game. Regulus is having too much fun being mean to him. 

“Stop, no inflation, please, let me find some change, for goodness sake!” James frantically searches his bag, his pockets, finding only thirteen dollars on his person.

But James Potter is no quitter—and he refuses to lose this game. 

James talks to everyone in line, begging for a spare dollar, “Hi, the name’s James, I am at a point of desperation, do you have any spare change?” 

By chance or pure luck, James manages to scrounge up twenty-two dollars, and he finds himself at the front of the line again. 

“Regulus,” he says, just as breathless as before. Regulus looks up at him with his pretty eyes, shining with amusement. His pink lips are quirked up in a smile. “I have twenty-two dollars for you, which is way more than you charged anyone here, but I love a good charitable cause, of course—”

“James, shut up—” Regulus reaches forward and tugs harshly on the front of James’ shirt. He falls forward into the booth and steadies himself with a hand on Regulus' waist, like muscle memory. His other hand finds Regulus’ face, cradling it so gently as he pulls James into a kiss, and he moves automatically—as if they’d kissed a thousand times before. But they hadn’t, and James is learning exactly what Regulus tastes like for the first time, and he is definitely losing his mind. 

Regulus is flush against him, warm in James’ arms, making the prettiest noises into James’ mouth that James eats right up, eager to swallow every part of him. 

They kiss and kiss in the middle of the courtyard, far too indecently—and James can’t help but hope that Regulus hadn’t been so filthy with everyone else. 

Regulus pulls away, chest heaving and lips red and kiss-bruised. Despite not being an artist, James desperately wants to paint this version of him—to emphasize the contrast between his cool colors, gray and blue and black, to the warmth of his blush and lips, the brown freckles on his nose. James thinks he’s the prettiest view he’s ever seen. 

“Was that worth you twenty dollars in change, James?”

“Twenty-two,” James corrects breathlessly, “and yes, it was, Regulus.”

Regulus smiles at him, tucking a fallen curl behind his ear. He bites his lip. “Do you—um, do you want to do it again sometime?” 

James’ heart stops, anticipation flooding through him. “Do what, in particular?”

Regulus’ cheeks flush redder. “Oh, the uh—kissing part?” 

His heart restarts, pounding in his chest with a vengeance. He’s sure the entire courtyard can hear the thump of his heart. “Do I have to scrounge up another twenty-two dollars for it?”

Regulus huffs. “No, Potter, of course not. I just thought—”

“Of course I would. Like to kiss you, I mean. Can we schedule a date first?’ 

Regulus nods eagerly. They get each other’s numbers, they schedule a date, and James gets to wax poetic about his boyfriend’s beauty at all times. And he doesn’t need spare change as an excuse to kiss his crush anymore.

chapter 27 in my microfic series on ao3: february, i'm yours.

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[ecstarry]

"The one with Regulus' first orgasm" a microfic inspired by @bellaxisworld prompt: waterfall - NSFW

Regulus remembers being young and searching what an orgasm felt like just after he experienced his first oral. All the results were… unhelpful. ‘You will simply know’ was the conclusion that every single website reached. He even decided to go old school and read through magazines that discussed anything sex related. They all talked about a climax and falling off an edge, but he had barely felt a ‘tingle’ when his ex-boyfriend attempted to get him there. 

However, the first time he felt James’ touch, the first time James’ hands were undressing him, the first time James’ lips were on his skin, mapping out every surface of Regulus’ body, he could feel waterfalls and fucking electricity between his thighs. 

As James continued to savour every inch of Regulus, and left a trail of kisses towards his lower abdomen, Regulus felt his cunt fucking twiching in anticipation. As he got closer, James slowed down, making sure Regulus’ inner thighs were not neglected. He kissed each side fervently, leaving traces of James’ wet lips as he got closer. 

There it was, James’ tongue devouring Regulus for the first time. He was a parched man finding his only source of hydration, a blind man seeing the sky for the first time, and nothing short of devoted. James’ tongue brushed over his still closed lips, and used the tip of it to part them gradually. Soft moans escaped Regulus, nothing intelligible falling from his mouth, if this was what heaven felt like, he was willing to make amends to ensure access to those gates. 

James hands tightened on his hips as his tongue finally began delving between his lips, no surface left unattended. He angled his face in a way that allowed the tip of his nose to add friction to Regulus’ clit, a desperate plea for more was all James needed to free his hand and press a finger into Regulus’ inside. 

“More,” and James added a second one.

Before Regulus could beg for James’ cock to be inside him, he felt it. The climb, the climax, he could see the edge. It was all stars and prayers. James’ nose, James’ fingers, James’ mouth, James’ drowning on Regulus’ wet cunt. He felt as if dying and flying were synonyms as James kept working his clit beautifully with his tongue in circling motions. 

He was a whimpering mess when it arrived, clearly and unmistakably: an orgasm. 

all of my microfics with your prompts are here

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[hxlda-hxlda]

thank u thank u @fiddleleafedfig for the tag !!

nine people you want to get to know better

last song: when i opened the tag, 'alien blues' by vundabar but currently i'm listening to hozier 'would that i'. as of finishing writing this, radiohead. there you have it.

favourite colour: a deep cherry red. the kind that would make a really lovely lipstick gloss.

last movie/tv show: i'm terrible with shows and movies, but i was watching the bowie doco (moonage daydream) the other day, keeping on brand ik. i also love british comedians so 'would i lie to you?' is probably up there as well.

sweet/savoury/spicy: sweet if it is really well done. i'm talking specifically that one pub down by where i live that for some reason makes the best chocolate lava cake ever. if not, savoury forever.

last thing i googled: beatles guitar songs for beginners. i've decided to relearn guitar and i'm back to the absolute basics.

current obsession: concerts! this is a long-standing love but it is very evident lately. the way concerts down here work is that no one comes for years bc of the trek to aus, and then randomly there's this one month period where everybody is here at once and suddenly i have to choose between favs. that has been this month! hard on the bank account but my soul is thriving with a concert every other week. saw noah kahan, it was life-altering.

last book: i'm between the '50 yrs of led zeppelin' biography by mick wall, and 'anna karenina' by tolstoy atm. (adding it) last fic: blends by rvltn909. finished it yesterday and oh my god. the crime that was me putting it off.

looking forward to: still a little ways away, but i'm moving to america for (my) winter-spring!! i've work in the states, which i'm thrilled abt. it also means i am tracking down artists who refuse to concert in aus (hozier for the love of god) and trying to sneak them in as well.

np tags (apologies if you've already been tagged): @fairylittlebitch @alltoounwellll @the-moon-says-hi @just--vi @whyistarchaser @bellaxisworld @feminist-cult-following @none-of-it-was-accidental @svnflowermoon + ofc anybody else who wants to. tag me. let me know you all.

#tag game #prev: making friends with the queer people in my phone #yes exactly this #sending everyone all of the love

[sommerregenjuniluft]

we're all caught in a time loop, weeks are a social construct day of the week snippet

thank you for the tag my lovely @kaaaaaaarf <3

NSFW

i cant find the first snippet of this but this is from that rosekiller oneshot where @foursaints’ brand of evan and barty simply Posessed my brain and made me write freaky ass shit where evan basically goes I dont understand why u cant just give urself a handjob and barty is like because i fucking like u and want u to do it you absolute dingus and also watch this *proceeds to put his palm flat on the hot stovetop* lol

“Mmh– Evan. EvanEvan, please, I’m—Touch me.” His chest is heaving, panting shallow breaths and flushed so blotchy in the face Evan can’t help but lean in and swipe his tongue over his reddened cheek. He bites at Barty’s jaw, teeth itching, “I am touching you.” “No, you’re– Yes, but, ahh—” Barty breaks off with a moan, fingers sliding up into Evan’s curls and tugging him back, “Want you to touch my cock, baby.” Evan is about to rebut with Why can’t you do it yourself when he’s suddenly reminded of Barty’s marred palm hanging limply to their side. A noise punches out of Evan, face falling into a frown, “You burnt yourself so that I would give you a handjob.” It’s not really a question yet Barty still answers, “N-no.” “Yes,” Evan insists, fingers clenching in Barty’s shorts strands, “Because you get—mnh—off on me. You told me so.” Barty squeezes his eyes shut, groaning in frustration, before, “Just– hold it in your hand. Please, baby, just– just for a moment.”

np tagging @sixlane @itsjaywalkers @honeybcj @strezzlecki @fromagony @messymoony @bellaxisworld @ecstarry xx

#barty’s version of Just the tip *puppy eyes* #rosekiller #lune writes #i might look for the first snip and link it #barty crouch jr #evan rosier

[soreddieforit]

wednesday snippet

thank you for the tags lovely mar @messymoony and chris @godsofwoes !!! writing has been a challenge this week, but i dug through my drafts to give u guys some random rosekiller mush <33

He's glancing over at Evan, and this, he thinks, this is the moment. The stage light bathes half his face, casting his skin a pretty lilac hue. And god. Evan's bopping his head to the music, a gentle smile playing on his lips. He's not even doing anything particularly special. Still, Barty can’t help but feel bested. Played at his own game. His heart has turned to mush, slipping down, down, down before he could even realize it. Too distracted looking the other way, and by the time he does—realize, that is—it's too far out of his reach. His heart has gone and attached itself to Evan. Parasitic, he thinks. Heart parasitic and feeding off Evan’s bright and his mirth his good. Evan can’t fix his problems, Barty knows that. It’s chemical, he briefly hears echoes of doctors discussing something about receptors and dysfunctional neurotransmitters. Which—fitting, for Barty. That not even the fucking chemicals in his brain could work properly. But he can’t help but think it would be nice—to have Evan. For him to be there when Barty is too listless to get out of bed. To have him be the first tinglings of feeling once the depression-induced, full-body novocaine shot starts to wear off. His stomach feels funny, like all his insides were scooped out and replaced with Sprite. Bubbling, sparking, and—yeah, maybe it’s not the most romantic metaphor, but he thinks it fits. It fits them. 

np tags: @fromagony @bellaxisworld @ecstarry

#rosekiller #barty crouch jr #evan rosier

[fromagony]

@jegulus-microfic | cease - may 4 | 831 words @ecstarry @godsofwoes @bellaxisworld prev part

“You are unavoidable.”

They waited for each other to talk, but they didn't. James felt like fainting, or maybe that was the alcohol in his veins, who knows?

His mind was racing, he wanted to scream at him, he wanted to shake him until he pulled the words out of him. He couldn't do it, and he was never good with silence.

“Reg—”

“James, you are married.”

James closed his eyes shut, his words stank like a needle. He was right, of course. Fuck, he was right.

“I am aware.”

“Then what is the meaning of this?”

James was on edge, he was tiptoeing around the edge, and he knew he was going to fall into the pit anytime.

“Look,” he forced out the words, “Regulus, this isn't easy, okay?”

“I guess—”

“No, no. Don't fucking talk, okay? Just listen to me. God, you don't have any idea how hard it is for me to talk right now. I don't care if you don't talk, I don't care if you end up hanging up on me. I just need you to listen.”

Even though he expected him to talk again, Regulus didn't. He did what James said, he stopped and started to listen.

James took a deep breath and inhaled deeply, his eyes were still closed.

“It was a mistake to invite you to my wedding, I'm going to forever regret it.”

“Why?” Regulus asked, his voice was tiny, almost whispering and maybe he was hurt.

“Ever since then, I can't stop—” he couldn't say it, he couldn't admit it, he didn't want it to be true. Yes, he thought about it. But telling his feelings and thoughts was something else. He was going to make them real. He still didn't want it to be real.

But, at this point of this misery, what choice he had left?

“I couldn't stop thinking about you, about us.”

Saying out loud made it ten times worse but, he felt as if something lifted off his chest. Now he was sure that he should do this. It was wrong but he didn't care. For the last two years, this feeling ate him alive. He couldn't tell anyone, not to Sirius, not to his wife and for sure not to his parents. There was nobody but Regulus. He would understand, and even if he didn't, James had no choice.

“It's funny, isn't it? I was the one who broke up with you and got married but look at me now. Calling you because I have been bearing these thoughts every day for two years.”

“James…”

James took a sip of his whiskey and continued, “I know how this sounds, believe me, I know. I just— it's just—”

He began to laugh, squeezing the bridge of his nose, he felt everything in an unbearable amount. This wasn't fair, nothing was fair.

“James, calm down—”

“I CAN’T FUCKING CALM DOWN!” he screamed, “I CAN’T EVEN FUCKING BREATHE FOR THE LAST TWO YEARS!"

“I can't fucking breathe, and I tried. Fuck, I tried to stop thinking about you, I tried to forget how you tasted, I tried to erase the memories of holding you in my arms, but you are just— I can't shake you under my skin. The more I try to stop, the more I think about you. And this is— this is just— it is not fair, okay? Not fair, I have a wife for god's sake! A wife, Lily, my Lily.”

He didn't notice when he stopped laughing and started letting the tears down on his face, it was torture.

“You have your Lily,” Regulus replied with a dry voice, “Yet, here you are.”

“I am here, yes,” James said, “I am at your mercy, and I hate every second of it.”

He took a deep breath, “ I hate that telling you all of this is making me feel better. I've been suffering for so long, knowing that confessing my feelings to you is going to be my salvation. But this felt wrong, having all these feelings as a married man. I am fucking married, Regulus.”

“I am aware, James. I was there, watching you make your vows to each other. I was there, remember?”

“Why did you come? Why did you join my wedding, Regulus?”

“Because,” Regulus said, “I wanted closure.”

James slowly sank to the floor and palmed his face. He couldn't talk, it was impossible to function. Maybe doing all this was his way to destroy everything he had. He never considered himself as a destructive person, but now, all he could think of was shattering everything he had cared for, for Regulus. This had to cease to an end, he knew it, but he didn't have the heart for it.

“Did you?” James asked quietly, “Did you get your closure?”

Regulus waited for a minute.

“Yes,” he said, breaking James’ heart in pieces like he did to Regulus years ago, “I got my closure.”

James couldn't say anything in return.

#jegulus microfic #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #regulus x james #marauders

[sixlane]

Sunday snippy

thank you @ecstarry @notmalchai @veryinnovative @bellaxisworld for the tags they motivated me to actually sit and write something. Here's a bit of the beginning of get him back ch. 3

“Is blondie gonna be pissed about these?” Regulus asks, reaching out to run his fingers over the bruises.  “God, I fucking hope so,” Barty says on his exhale. “He’s so dead in the eyes Reg, it's unbelievably hot.” Regulus laughs, sitting up on his elbows to look at the man next to him. His friend, his lover, the only person who has seen into his soul and kissed him in spite of it, because of it. “Scale of one to ten how fast would you come if I played dead next time we fuck?” “Is one really slow or really fast?” Barty asks. “Uh, slow. Ten is like you haven’t even touched me yet.” Barty thinks for a second. “Ten yeah ten for sure.”

np tags: @drowninginthoughts27 @theapocryphaofantares (this is a ploy to get bartylily crumbs i'm not even kidding) @sugarsnappeases @orbitfalls

#fic: get him back #lane writes

[bellaxisworld]

april 12, @jegulus-microfic prompt: amortentia. word count: 682.

The iridescent sheen of the potion enchants Regulus; he could stare at the lovely pinkish-pearled swirls for hours, dazed and happy to be smelling the things he loves the most. He smiles down at the cauldron, reminded of his happiest memories, reminded of every good thing that makes life worth living. 

He leans forward to inhale, eyes blissfully falling shut. Today is one of his favorite Potions days—they finally brewed Amortentia. He’s an excellent potioneer, and he’s waited years for the day they brew it in class. Regulus sighs, content, and catalogs each distinct smell and their origin.

(1) He smells lavender and roses. This one isn’t hard to decode—Pandora smells like lavender, and she leaves pink rose petals in his bags and pockets when she senses he needs good luck. 

(2) The next smell is far more sugary and rather… artificial in nature. Peach candies, he realizes. His chest warms, reminded of summersweet memories with Sirius, sneaking to Hogsmeade to steal candies together and scurrying home, tripping over gangly feet and laughing too loudly for the still night. Midnights spent huddled together under too-hot covers, quiet giggles and sticky hands grabbing for the pile of sweets between them. Peach candies were always Sirius’ favorite. 

(3) Next he smells grass and wind, which he is not surprised to find, and likely derives from his love for Quidditch. No, his love for flying. Regulus feels most at peace when flying, whipping around the air with precision and skill. He feels free, when flying. 

This next part is where he gets confused. 

Regulus Black finds himself squinting at the cauldron, begging it to tell him its secrets. It’s rather mysterious, he thinks, a potion that can tell you everything you love. He folds his arms over his chest, huffing quietly. 

(4) Regulus smells apples. 

He smells… apples? He’s not familiar with apples, you see, so he cannot distinguish what kind of apple he smells. But there is a distinct apple smell wafting from his cauldron, and he leans back, blinking down in concern. 

An important thing to note—Regulus Black hates apples. 

At least, he hates eating apples. He won’t eat apple pie, or apple sauce, or apple juice or artificial apple flavors—he dislikes the taste and texture of them. The smell of apples isn’t too overpowering, so he isn’t too far bothered in that sense, but to find apples in his Amortentia perplexes him more than anything. 

He thinks again, quill tapping against his notebook beside the cauldron. The Amortentia told him he loves Pandora, Sirius, flying, and… he doesn’t know what the apples could possibly signify. Apples. Apples. Apples. 

The apples have stumped him. 

Regulus thinks about apples for the rest of the day. He thinks about apples and fruits and any correlation, and he thinks why, why apples? 

He’s walking with his friends to the dungeons later that evening when it hits him square in the face like a bag of bricks. He almost trips over his own feet, barely holding himself properly upright. 

“No. No, no, no, no—it can’t possibly be. No, I refuse.” He shakes his head violently, stomach lurching and eyes watering. He sprints all the way to his dorm room bathroom, locking himself tightly within and avoiding the worried shouts of his friends. 

He recalls the memory, crystal-clear now. He recalls the distinct smell of apples. He recalls the playful smiles and loud, booming laugh of the boy beside him.

He recalls the apples. The apples. The apples. 

He recalls the apples, because Regulus Black was sitting under an apple tree with James Potter the first time he thought, James is the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen. That day was the first time he got butterflies, his belly in an uproar over the proximity of a boy like James, a boy with a smile brighter than every star in the sky. That day, Regulus looked at James and realized he wanted to know what it felt like to fall. 

He takes out his Potions notebook, scribbling furiously:

Pandora, Sirius, flying, and… James Potter.

part of a collection of microfics on ao3(2/?): in every life, my heart finds yours.

#don't ask me how he smells wind #he just does #its past midnight and my eyes are drooping bear w me #regulus black #marauders #jegulus #james potter #starchaser #sunseeker #marauders era #the marauders #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #microfic #jegulus microfic #marauders fanfic #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #james x regulus #regulus x james #bellaxis microfic #bellaxis #bellaxisworld #bella writes

[ecstarry]

"Regulus' collection" a microfic for my love, @bellaxisworld

Regulus had been collecting them for a while—his Sylvanian Families collection, that is. It all began with gifts from Sirius. The first one was a little raccoon, and Sirius had carefully wrapped it for him before leaving for school ten years ago. Each time his brother visited for the holidays, he would add another one to Regulus' collection.

He had never felt embarrassed of them, not until now, at twenty-one years old, with a shelf displaying them in an apartment where his brother’s hottest friend would be coming over. They were about to host their first dinner since leaving their parents' home, and Regulus had gladly obliged, anything to make his brother happy. But now, as those little shits looked back at him from the dustless shelf, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

Regulus had been crushing on James for as long as he could remember. They had seen each other not more than three times, which meant he had experienced the warmth of the sun in close proximity that same amount of times. And Regulus hated the cold.

When Sirius insisted on them living together, he was also adamant about their home feeling like a place where they both existed. It was actually his idea to have his collection on display. Now, Regulus wonders if his brother's plan had been to humiliate him all along.

He tried discreetly covering them with anything, even willing to shove them all inside a drawer. But as he grabbed the first one, his brother stopped him.

"What are you doing, Reg?" Sirius laughed a little as Regulus blushed.

"Nothing, but I just don't want your friend to think I'm lame," Regulus replied quietly, his gaze stuck on his shoes.

"Remus has seen your collection millions of times, Reg. It's just James who—" his brother stopped talking, and Regulus dared to look back at him, guilt all over his face.

"Reggie, do you care what James thinks?" Sirius' tone was much more gentle than Regulus had expected.

"So what if I do?" and at the response, Sirius' eyes softened.

"No, fuck no. Don't look at me like that. I don't like James or his stupid smile."

"Reg-"

"I know, I know! Of course, I care what James thinks, now help me hide them, but be careful!" Regulus started delicately placing them in a drawer, but Sirius' grip stopped him once more.

"Do you want to know a secret?"

"Sirius, we don't have time-"

"James has a collection of his own."

Regulus smiled but quickly called his brother's bluff, "you're just trying to make me feel better."

"I would never lie about a Sylvanian Families collection! I swear on Moony!" Sirius drew a cross around his heart.

Before Regulus could protest any longer, they heard a knock on the door.

It was James. Handsome and perfect James, who brought flowers and exquisite wine for dinner.

It was James. Adorable and kind James, who complimented Regulus' collection all night and insisted it was much better curated than James'.

It was James. Lovely and breathtaking James who would one day have a shelf next to Regulus' for his own collection.

#bella has the most adorable pfp #as well as kit and india and ellie #so this was inspired by that #i love you so much baby #bella tag <3 #jegulus #marauders #james potter #regulus black #gay dead wizards #james x regulus #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus microfic #euge's microfics #microfic #sylvanian families #calico critters #marauders microfic #microfics #regulus x james

[malchai]

sunday snippet

thank you for the tags @fromagony @ninety-two-bees @sixlane <33 your snippets were all incredible

here's a little bartylily which once again may or may not leave my drafts

Lily was sprawled out beside him, heads close together but bodies angled away. Barty wondered that if someone were to look down on them if they’d look like one strange creature. Lily held up her hand to the sky, fingers spread like she was trying to catch the starlight. “Sometimes I wish I could just stop time and catch my breath for a moment. All the time actually," Lily said to the night sky. “I'm tired of being perceived.” Barty let the words settle between them for a moment. In the end, his curiosity won out. “Even right now?” he asked. Lily dropped her hand next to his so that their pinkies brushed. “No. Not right now.”

np tags: @ecstarry @starchaserwrites @soreddieforit @bellaxisworld @theicarusconstellation @regscupid @siriusblackfamilytrauma @prongsfish and anyone else who wants to share

#i love posting snippets from fics that may not be posted #bc then you get a little bit from it at least #bartylily #renn writes

[theicarusconstellation]

wednesday snippet!!

thank you for the tag @ninety-two-bees !!

“Perhaps. I also find your mortal particularly delicious. Ariadne does as well. You are alright in stature, I suppose, but that little mortal of yours…I just would like a taste. Just this once, and I will protect you from the gods’ loose lips until the end of time. What do you say, hm?” he leans forward, flopping over on his stomach and resting his chin on his folded hands. James tongues his cheek as Barty bats his eyes with a faux innocent stare. 

“If I approve,” he begins, “nothing shall be done if my Regulus refuses. And if he approves, there will be no kissing him –”

“Deal is off.”

“Oh, go to the crows! Fine, you may place your mouth wherever you wish, so long as he agrees, other than his lips. Respect what is mine, Bartemius,” he warns with a deadly serious tone. “He must retain some form of physical contact with me at all times, and you may not place your hands anywhere near our child.”

Barty huffs a drawn-out groan and flicks him on the knee.

“You are so dull, Goldy,” he complains. “Any more ridiculous terms and conditions?”

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[c0mbatchameleon]

Friday Snippet

Ty for the tag @messymoony !!

tiny something from the possession au i posted abt yesterday that has quickly taken over any and all of my thoughts

“You are,” the man intercepts Regulus’ thoughts before they can spiral further. “What?” “Dreaming.” A pause, as he looks off in contemplation for a moment. Regulus catalogs the way the corner of his mouth quirks up, lips parted, head cocked. His body—broad and toned—is reclined in the folding chair, legs spread out, hands haphazardly dangling some book he was reading, head tipped back; he's the picture of tranquility.  “Or, I guess,” he looks back to Regulus, a sly smile unfurling across his face, like he’s about to let him in on some provocative secret, “We’re dreaming.”

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[ninety-two-bees]

sunday snippet!! tysm for the tag @veryinnovative

James suddenly feels incredibly exposed. His friends know the true depth of his feelings, but Regulus doesn’t. He’s not sure Regulus ever will. For all he knows, this whole thing is just a very convenient rebound for a lost boy running from a future he never asked for. And if that’s the case, James will learn to make peace with it. Regulus keeping him at arm's length is still Regulus keeping him. He does not know how to ask for more.

“I’ll look after him,” James promises, maintaining eye contact with Regulus as he speaks. Maybe he imagines it, but he could swear Regulus’ face softens at the words. Maybe the life James has been yearning for isn’t so out of reach at all.

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[caraxesvhagar]

monday snippet

thank you to my wife @lilacfiresoul for tagging me and also sharing the au that lives in my mind <3

“Sirius, please,” James begs, cradling his hand with the other- ring finger stroking the back of his hand again and again, his fingernails rough and overgrown. “I… Regulus, he thinks I’m dead.”  You are dead.  He counts, but it doesn’t do anything anymore. He knows what it’s like to feel like a monster, knows the marred skin from his own affliction makes others view him with pity or fear, and he won’t turn his back on James. He doesn’t want to back away, he doesn’t want James to feel like he’s abandoning him, as though the way he’s rotted is his fault when he’s still fundamentally James- but he can’t stand to be in his presence any more than Sirius can.  It's getting harder and harder to breathe, the smell of decaying flesh burning the inside of his nose with every inhale. “I’m sorry, James.”  “Why are you sorry?” James takes a step back, his foot sliding on the ground as though it were shackled to it. Remus noticed him limping, putting all his weight on his left leg as though it was the only one he could use, as though something atrocious had happened to his right leg. Like it would fall apart if he lifted it. “Regulus is alive, isn’t he? Please. Remus, Regulus can’t be dead. Please tell me he’s alive.”  Remus remains silent because every answer flitting through his brain sounds worse. He’s alive, but he’ll break when he sees you. He’s alive, but you’ll hurt him. He’s alive, but you’re not, James.

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[fromagony]

sunday snippet

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; where you go, i go

“Just because he is my best friend, it doesn't mean I'm gonna listen to him all the time.”

“You never listen to anyone, Barty. You just act like it. Anyway, it doesn't matter anymore,” He put his glass down right next to his knee and squeezed the bridge of his nose.

“It isn't?” Barty asked, there was something in his voice. It wasn't a cocky reply, it was genuine.

Regulus slowly turned to him, knees touching Barty’s. He could cut the tension with a knife, he could climb on his lap and settle there too. There were many choices he could make.

He slowly raised his hand and touched Barty’s cheek, he could feel his stubble poking his skin but he didn't care, he slowly caressed his cheek and Barty closed his eyes, slowly melting under Regulus’ touch.

“I missed you,” Barty whispered, eyes still closed.

Regulus trailed his thumb under his eye, he was being careful as if he was touching something that could break any minute. There was nothing that could break Barty, not even Regulus. He was sure of it, but Barty didn't seem to acknowledge that.

“Did you, now?”

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[lilacfiresoul]

little snippet for you this monday evening!

thank you to @ninety-two-bees for tagging me in the comments (totally didn't yell until you did)

anyways. I AM BACK ON MY ANGST AND SAD FICS. THIS ONE IS SAD I'M WARNING YOU NOW.

this is from my wolfstar post prank au inspired by cardigan and the black dog by taylor swift. it has platonic moonwater in this snippet! it is currently unnamed as of right now.

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“Remus?”

Remus’ head jerks up, shoulders hunching forward, his mouth opening to tell whoever it is to fuck off, to leave him alone, when he sees who it is, and he closes his mouth.

Regulus’ lips are pressed into a thin line, his eyebrows furrowed with concern. He’s holding a few hardback books to his chest, where Remus can see the colours of his striped Gryffindor jumper. He scowls as he looks away. Of course Regulus is wearing James’ jumper.

“What do you want?” Remus finds himself snapping, a little coldly.

Regulus doesn’t say anything for such a long moment that Remus almost turns back around to check he’s still there, when he eventually speaks. “I know that my brother—”

“Sent you to apologise, has he? I don’t want to hear your sympathy for him, Regulus.”

“No one’s sent me to apologise,” Regulus says immediately.

“Why’re you here, then?”

Another silence. Remus refuses to turn around, his eyes flickering over the landscape of the hills beyond the great lake. Maybe he should take off next time the full moon comes around, run off into the forbidden forest and live with the woodland creatures. He’d fit in there. There’d be no Padfoot tailing his steps, watching his every move. Getting ready to grasp the right moment to turn him in.

He hears Regulus sigh, and then the dull thud as he sets his books down. Remus doesn’t speak as he climbs onto the windowsill opposite him, folding his long legs up to his chest.

None of them say anything. Regulus is looking outside, but Remus is looking at him out of the corner of his eye. They look so alike it almost feels like Remus is looking at another version of Sirius. At sixteen, Regulus is all sharp angles and cold, calculated silences. He’s got these green eyes outlined with a lightly darker hue that looks as if someone’s mixed green watercolours together. Eye bags lurk under them from hours spent stargazing instead of sleeping. His hair’s shorter than Sirius’, curlier, hanging over his brows and curling around his ears. Remus thinks—

“Are we going to talk, or are you going to keep comparing me to my brother in your head?” Regulus asks calmly, still staring out the window, though his eyes flick a little toward him.

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