#microfic edition

[sitp-recs]

2022 faves - micro edition

As I put together a 2022 reclist I felt the urge to share some love for these talented authors and their brilliant micro form. Tropes, ships and ratings galore. Enjoy!

Drarry:

📝 a light shines through by @geesenoises

📝 Bespoke by @opalesqueopioid

📝 Can’t Help Falling in Love by @getawayfox

📝 Can’t Stand It by @skeptiquewrites

📝 Could We Maybe by @tackytigerfic

📝 Fingers Interlock by @skeptiquewrites

📝 Fool For You by @maesterchill

📝 Guilty by @xanthippe74

📝 Husband by @ladderofyears

📝 Just Right by @americanmoths

📝 Lightning by @cavendishbutterfly

📝 O Venerable God, O Vernal King by @t4tdrarry

📝 Out Of The Darkness by @basicallyahedgehog

📝 Smoke by @phoebe-delia

📝 Stolen Kisses, Pretty Lies by @pennygalleon

📝 Thameslink by @sweet-s0rr0w

📝 The Last Chord by @lqtraintracks

📝 Twice Departed by @corvuscrowned

📝 Unconventional by @academicdisasterfic

📝 You can, now by @tenthousandyearsx

📝 you make it so hard to be good by @fw00shy

Collections:

📝 Ali’s Candy Hearts by @nv-md

📝 chicklets by @saintgarbanzo

📝 Decadent by @tenthousandyearsx

📝 jesus, etc by @oknowkiss

📝 little luminaries by @the-starryknight

📝 summer haze by @softlystarstruck

📝 tarot card drabbles by @onbeinganangel

📝 The Pleasure of a Fleeting Year by @m0srael

Misc & Rarepair:

📝 Cornerstone by @ghaniblue

📝 Draco dreams of flying by @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm

📝 Fade Away and Radiate by @lqtraintracks (Ginny/Pansy)

📝 Middle Finger by @lqtraintracks (Harry/Sirius)

📝 Nine of Cups by @onbeinganangel (Harry/Harry)

📝 Overture by @thesleepiesthufflepuff (Pansy/Hermione)

📝 Prey by @dracopetal (Draco & Greyback)

📝 Sacred Geography by @teacup-tai (Dumbledore/Grindelwald)

📝 Summer at the Burrow by @academicdisasterfic (Draco/Bill, Draco/Sirius, Draco/Harry)

📝 Tenfold by @lqtraintracks (Theo/Blaise)

📝 Words Ain’t Enough by @moonstruckwytch (past Draco/Theo)

#2022 faves #microfic edition #drarry #rare pairs

[solarmorrigan]

Well, Hello, Sailor

written for @steddiemicrofic | prompt: ‘pin’ | wc: 388 | rated: T | cw: slightly racy photos?

“Oh my god,” Eddie gasps.

“Oh my god,” Steve echoes, groaning.

Eddie hadn’t meant to drop the box, but it was heavy; it had been a rescue from the back of Steve’s closet as they moved his stuff out of his old apartment (preparing to move into their new one, together), and it had been full of forgotten papers and old magazines and – photos.

The stash had spilled out in front of Eddie like it had been waiting for him, full-color and glossy and glorious.

There’s Steve posed front and center, on his knees and looking back over his shoulder at the camera. He’s wearing a little pair of navy blue shorts and a little red ascot and precious little else. The shorts are indecently high-cut, hugging his ass like they were made for it, but it’s the sailor hat settled jauntily on top of his head that really makes it for Eddie. Steve’s eyes are wide and sweet, as if he’s been caught by surprise, with his lips parted in that inviting way that haunts Eddie’s dreams, even though he can technically see it any time he likes now.

He’s the very picture of a perfect little pin-up boy.

“Oh my god,” Eddie says again, unable to get much else out.

“It was– uh, for a magazine,” Steve stutters out. “I forgot I even had copies of that shoot.”

“Uh huh.” Eddie nods, still staring, mesmerized, at the pictures in his hands.

“It was during college, after my dad cut me off. I needed another job, and this paid, like, surprisingly well, and–”

“It damn well better have,” Eddie says, finally smirking up at Steve. “I bet they made bank off of you, baby.”

Steve pauses, blinking. “You’re not– upset?”

“Why would I be upset?” Eddie asks; honestly, he’ll only be upset if Steve tries to pry the photos away from him before he’s had a chance to thoroughly inspect them.

“Just– some people have gotten… jealous, I guess?” Steve shrugs, glancing away.

“Other people can look if they want.” Eddie leans over to press a reassuring kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth. “I know I’m the only one who gets you live and in person.”

Slowly, Steve smiles. “Well. If you like the sailor shoot, I bet you’ll love some of the others.”

“Others?”

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie microfic #stranger things #no I don't know what this is #but if I sit on it any longer I'm gonna edit it to ruins so here take it don't look at me thank you #(this was actually fun to write though) #solar wrote #eddiesteve

[xjustakay]

✺ (3/27) ✺ @jegulus-microfic prompt: birthday — 1,009 words (jegulus dads ft. harry; sugary waffles and a very happy birthday for the world’s greatest dad —love, harry and regulus)

“Shhh, we have to keep quiet, darling,” Regulus whispers, shooting Harry an amused look.

Harry cups both hands around his mouth, whispers between them, “Sorry, papa.”

With a quiet snort, Regulus ruffles the mess of his dark hair —made even worse by the fact that they’ve only been awake and out of bed for all of thirty minutes. Getting ready for the day had been put on hold in favor of tiptoeing around the kitchen, being as quiet as humanly possible for a five year old who’s over-excited to make his dad waffles for his birthday. Regulus is under no illusion that James is actually still sleeping in their bed, but they’ll both pretend for the sake of their son.

“Should we put whipped cream on top?” Regulus suggests as he drops the fresh waffle onto a plate.

Harry nods hurriedly. “And rainbow sprinkles, and a cherry! Like a sundae!”

“Of course,” Regulus chuckles.

He follows the little boy’s giggled instruction, allowing Harry to be the one that tells him when to finally stop piling the whipped cream on (there’s more whipped cream than there is waffle, by that point). Regulus hands off the shaker of sprinkles, lets Harry take that over as well. In the middle of watching him, he notices his phone light up on the counter. Reaching for it and finding a message notification on the screen, his lips curl upward.

How bad is it?

Regulus eyes the mountain of whipped cream on top of the thick waffle on the plate. Harry has taken it upon himself to try to cover every inch of the sugar pile with rainbow sprinkles, tongue poked out between his teeth in concentration. It’s the same thing James unconsciously does while deeply focused and it warms something in Regulus’ chest to see it.

He snaps a quick, secret photo, unnoticed by the boy, and sends it off with no comment. The moving dots of a reply show up near-immediately.

Say goodbye to my abs, I guess

Regulus laughs a touch too loudly at the message, startling Harry out of his focus. With a furrowed brow, Harry lifts a hand, holding a finger to his mouth and shushing him.

“Too loud, papa,” He admonishes.

“Sorry, darling,” Regulus mutters, a grin unchanging from his face. “Maybe we’re finished with the sprinkles, yeah?”

Harry nods his head but continues shaking the container over one last section of the plate until he’s satisfied. He plops a bright red cherry on top of the colorful, sugary mess, then wide green eyes are looking up at Regulus.

“Do we have birthday candles?”

Regulus nods. “In the drawer by the sink.”

Before he can move to retrieve them, Harry scrambles off his stool and goes to do it for him. He comes scurrying back over, holding up the package for Regulus to take.

“How old is daddy now, papa?”

“He’s just turned thirty today,” Regulus answers, voice purposefully louder than moments before.

Exactly as expected, his phone buzzes with another message shortly after his voice carries from the kitchen.

Quit smiling about it

Regulus laughs quietly to himself, sends back a quick ‘never’ and tucks his phone in the pocket of his sweatpants. Despite Harry’s suggestion to try to fit all thirty candles on the melting pile of whipped cream, Regulus talks him down to just three. They’re very carefully situated and lit, Regulus balancing the plate on his palm to carry it down to the bedroom. Harry rushes ahead, feet thumping hurriedly on the hardwood before he pushes the door open.

James, bless him, is in fact pretending to be asleep still. His phone sits set aside on the nightstand, his arm tossed over his face where he’s sprawled dramatically in the center of the bed. Harry creeps around the side, tiptoeing once again and glancing back at Regulus behind him.

“Should we wake him?” Harry whispers.

James chooses that precise moment to make a loud snoring sound that send Harry clapping both little hands over his mouth to stifle his laugh. Regulus smiles widely, fond gaze flickering back and forth between his husband and his son. Harry looks at him expectantly once again and waits for a nod of approval before clambering up onto the bed.

He’s poised to pounce right on his father, wake him up enthusiastically, but before he’s given the chance, James jolts upright toward him with a playful roar. Harry squeals loudly, losing himself in a fit of giggles when he’s scooped into James’ arms, relentless fingers tickling at his sides.

“Papa, help!” Harry shrieks between peals of laughter.

“Papa can’t help you now,” James threatens jokingly. 

Regulus snorts, shaking his head. “Okay, lit candles here, let’s settle for a minute, yeah?”

James finally gives Harry a reprieve, both of them breathless and pink in the face. Harry flops onto his back between James’ outstretched legs, the bedsheet tangled around one thick thigh and the opposite calf. James makes a ‘bring it here’ motion with his hand and Regulus steps forward, carefully perching on the side of the bed nearest to the two of them. Harry hauls himself into a sitting position, watching eagerly as Regulus holds the plate out in front of where James sits.

“You have to make a birthday wish, daddy!” Harry tells him.

“What, you’re not going to sing to me?” James replies.

“No,” Regulus says immediately, earning a loud laugh from his husband. “Blow out your candles, the whipped cream is melting.”

James sneers at him but adjusts his lopsided glasses to stare at the flickering candle flames. His hazel eyes dart to Harry in front of him, then to Regulus at his left. A wide smile stretches across his face, crinkling the corners of his eyes, helpless adoration bright in his gaze.

He locks eyes with Regulus for a long moment, the two sharing a fond, knowing look. James doesn’t have to say a thing for Regulus to know what he’s thinking; what else is there to wish for, when this is what life looks like?

#jegulus #jegulus microfic #happy birthday to our favorite aries<3 #this sweet little family is all i got for today but #i love them a stupid amount :( #also i didn’t edit this even a little so if it’s a mess no it’s not ty #jeggy dads series #kay’s microfics #kay’s writing

[sailing-through-hawkins]

ready for your bite

✧ written for 'suck' ✧ word count: 480 ✧ rated: T ✧ cw: none ✧ tags: vampire!eddie, confident steve, suggestive ✧ @steddiemicrofic (〜￣▽￣)〜✧

"Hello? Is anyone here? I'm sorry to intrude, but there's a terrible storm -"

"And so you enter my home?"

Steve gasped, spinning around to find a man, watching him from the shadows. "Please," he says. "Allow me to stay for just the night, until the storm passes."

The man stares at the droplets running down his skin. "Of course. Come, I'll show you where you can dry off."

Steve inhales when he hears the window click open, the hinges somehow quiet despite it being so large and heavy.

He stays silent as a weight starts to creep on him, tangles of curls brushing against his bare skin, only letting out a sigh when a feather-light touch grazes down his throat.

"What a pretty bride you'd make."

The words are soft, almost wistful, and his heart races, which means the game is over.

"And why," he drawls, opening his eyes to stare up at the shocked Edmund above him. "Would I not be a groom?"

"I - you're awake?" Edmund says and Steve almost coos.

"Is this the part where you ravish me in bed?" He raises his brow, moving his body languidly across the sheets, watching as Edmund watches. "Where you tie me down, bite my skin and suck the life out of me?"

"I don't - you knew?"

"Oh come on," Steve rolls his eyes. "A big spooky castle in the middle of dangerous woods with a single occupant who has no reflection?"

"How could -" Edmund sputters, still caging Steve to the bed. "There are no silver-backed mirrors here!"

"Brought my own," Steve grins, shifting along the sheets again just to see Edmund's eyes flicker down.

"You're a hunter," he accuses, but he doesn't move.

"Something like that," Steve agrees, and he strokes a hand up Edmund's arm and shoulder, curling it around the nape of his neck. The vampire's eyes never leave his but damn, the way they widen. "I'm really just a man, looking for some shelter from the terrible storm outside."

"The storm passed an hour ago," Edmund says, even as he follows Steve's hand pushing him closer.

"Mm, but it's so cold out there," Steve pouts, both of his arms wrapped around Edmund's neck, his bare chest pressed against the silk of Edmund's shirt. He watches him swallow with a smile. "Will you leave your poor fiancé to shiver just after you promised me forever?"

"I - you - this isn't how it's supposed to go?!"

Steve pulls him in closer, pushes Edmund's face into his neck, relishes in the sound of his gasp. "Why not? Everything's going according to your plan, I am simply asking if you intend to get my blood all over these fine sheets."

"What are you?" Edmund says softly, nervously, into Steve's skin.

"Why don't you start drinking," Steve grips his hair with a smile. "And find out?"

#EDIT: IT WAS THE WRONG WORD COUNT FIXED IT NOW #sailor✧writes #steddiemicrofic #au content: vampires #steddie #microfic #i cranked this out in half an hour and it didn't go the direction i originally intended but this was way too fun not to keep #the vibes of human (kinda) steve being so confident over flustered vampire eddie is just immaculate really #did steve mean sucking his blood or sucking his di - #you'll never know

[citrusses]

For the @drarrymicrofic prompt mirage, 53 words. Shout out to the whole micro discord for being wonderful.

“Again,” Draco grits out. 

“Aguamenti.” Harry’s mouth tastes like cracked sand. 

No wands. Nothing happens.

“It’s over, Draco.” 

The desert won’t give them water.

“Oh, no you don’t, Potter,” Draco snaps. He stands, wincing. “You’re not giving up. You can’t die.” 

Eyes closed, Draco raises his hands. 

Harry’s heart constricts. He smells rain.

#drarry microfic #citrus writes #this was 3x longer at first but i edited down to honor the spirit of microfic for my first one

[seaglass-and-string]

word count: 237

‘hey darling i’ll be home a little late sorry, but i’ll pick up some wine and we can finish legally blonde, that is, if you don’t fall asleep again.’ and smiling to himself, regulus slid his phone into the inside pocket of his suit. turning back around, his face grew serious and he looked out on the room in which he usually held meetings

barty, evan, pandora, and dorcas were all sat around the table, every now and again sending a nervous glance towards the shadowy figure near the back.

it was usually a smart, airy room with wood panelling and large windows looking out on the new york skyline. but now, mostly empty with the curtains shut and lights low it felt more eerie than business like. especially without the usual hustle and bustle outside the door due to it being after work hours. 

as a result, any other group of people may not have noticed the man in the corner, he blended in well and had a hood pulled low so that they couldn’t work out who he was, but they all knew. the way he carried himself, the smell of smoke desperately trying to cover up the expensive cologne, and the accidental glimpse of a sharp jawline that mirrored regulus so entirely and effortlessly it could only be one, sirius black.

‘so, brother, what can you tell us about these proposed attacks on james?’

#not edited in the slightest #marauders #regulus black #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #pandora rosier #dorcas meadowes #jegulus #jegulus microfic #microfic #marauders microfic #sirius black #james potter #marauders era #slytherin skittles

[mercyreg]

Strollonso “Just Barely.”

A possible fic where big shot model Lance spends his 20th birthday at a club where he goes home with someone, That someone Just so happens to be a World Champion Formula One Racer. More specifically Fernando Alonso. Only to find He is now the cover boy for his team by a phone call a day later. 

Should I make it…

Let me know if you want on a tag list if this gets published?

#formula 1 #f1 edit #formula one #aston martin #fernando alonso #strollonso #lance stroll #gay #microfic maybe? #Proper fic? #Racing #ls18 #fa14

[steviesummer]

what you cannot hold (wanting)

written for @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘hole’ wc: #404 | rated: G| cw: angst, unrequited love (maybe)

There’s a hole in Steve’s heart that gets bigger every year. He doesn’t know when it started, surely just a pinprick, but he remembers when he first noticed it. He was 12; his parents talked about how grown up he was as they left on their trip, but all he could feel was that hole opening up inside him.

Nancy tore it further, grip strong from where she’d been holding it closed. Maybe he should have known better, known not to let another person get that close, but it was too late. It was only the arrival of Dustin and the need to protect the kids that kept him from bleeding out.

Robin snuck in, smoothing the edges other had left sharp and jagged. He wasn’t ready to let anyone in but that didn’t matter. It never mattered. He tucked her secrets inside, promising to keep them safe.

The kids starting high school undid all the progress he’d made. They needed him less and less- busy with school and full of hero-worship for Eddie Munson when he did see them.

He couldn’t blame them. Eddie was loud and never afraid to be himself. He put himself out there and played their game; he would have been more surprised if they hadn’t clicked.

Guilt and jealousy had him ripping at the seams of his heart, hoping one day he’d be able to pick enough threads loose that he could sew it up himself. Keep himself safe from pain.

Then Vecna came, and Eddie nearly died, and they got closer too. Steve thought maybe this was it, maybe Eddie would be kind to his tattered heart.

But Eddie was going places. Steve listened when he talked about getting out of Hawkins, becoming a rockstar. He knew he didn’t fit in that dream either. After all they’d been through, Steve just wanted peace. To feel safe and whole.

Every day, he smiled and ignored the way his battered heart raced. One by one, everyone moved on- to college or work or their dreams. Steve just stayed, couldn’t leave, not yet.

Maybe someday things would be different. Their dreams would line up or they’ll both find someone new or time would heal him. Until then, Steve can pretend like his heart is still in one piece. Until then, Steve would hold the gaping wound inside close. There’s a hole in Steve’s heart and it gets bigger every year.

#steddie #fic #mine #angst #title from a jewel song #catch me making myself cry #seriously who wrote this? me? #i don't write angst #but here we are #microfic prompt #anyway i have like 4 more ideas for this prompt #and the rest should not be angsty #this is barely edited #idek anymore

[sweetmoonlight7]

9. Heart

@jegulus-microfic | April 9: heart | word count: 210

It’s been months.

Months of agonizing painstaking planning. Months of pinning and analyzing. Months of trying to convince his best friend that he has the best intentions for dating his brother.

Now finally he had organized the perfect date.

The only problem was that he hadn’t asked Regulus yet…

Look he had meant to for so long but every time he tried it went wrong.

The first time was probably the worst.

It had been at the beginning of the year during the main feast after the sorting ceremony. He had gotten up on the table and was about to ask him out when people started to whisper. They thought that he was asking someone else out and he had to hide that he was asking anyone out by saying it was a prank…

After that, it only got slightly more pathetic. Between people walking in on them right as he was about to ask out Reg to him getting his own words twisted up.

But it was all fine.

Really…

Now he was going to ask out Regulus. He was just going to walk up to him and tell him even if he kind of felt like throwing up and like his heart had been lodged in his throat.

#regulus black #james potter #jegulus #starchaser #marauders #james potter x regulus black #jegulus microfic #sunseeker #jegulus fanfiction #i didnt edit this im sorry #hp marauders #jegulus fic #james loves regulus #regulus does say yes when james eventually asks

[xjustakay]

(8/11) prompt: home — 946 words (uni/college au boyfriends) @jegulus-microfic

There’s nothing unusual about the night until there is. One second, it’s eleven-thirty and Regulus and James are at the twenty-four hour convenience mart stocking up on snacks and late night caffeine to cram for finals. The next, James is hitting him with the last thing he ever expected to hear.

“You should come home with me this summer.”

Regulus fumbles with the can of sugar free Red Bull he’d reached for, eyes wide as he stares into the beverage cooler, actively avoiding looking over at him. He manages not to drop the can, but he hears James cough to cover up a laugh at the way he barely catches it. He stands there awkwardly with the cooler door propped against his shoulder, blinking slowly.

“Alright, love?” James asks; he can hear the smirk in it even without looking.

“Shut up,” Regulus mutters. 

He sniffs shortly then shoves the shaken up energy drink back onto the shelf, grabbing another to replace it. The door claps shut behind him as he turns away, swiftly walking the opposite direction. To no surprise, James follows after him, easily falling into step at his side.

“Is that a no, then?” He asks.

Regulus takes a sharp turn down the chip aisle. Even as James catches up again, Regulus stares at his snack choices as if they’re the most interesting thing in the world suddenly.

“Reg, you can just say no, you don’t have to avoid the question.”

“I’m not avoiding anything.” He is, he definitely is.

James waves his hand in front of his face. It’s enough to finally make Regulus shift a sideways look at him. Despite the fact that he knows he’s probably being annoying, James still has a gentle smile on his face for him —patient, reassuring.

Fucking damn it.

Regulus half-turns toward him, giving him more of his attention. “You want me to come home with you.”

It’s not a question, but James nods his confirmation anyway.

“Where your parents are,” Regulus says, pressing his lips together after the fact.

“Correct.” James cocks his head to the side, smile twitching the slightest bit wider. “Does that make you nervous, is that it?”

“If you laugh right now, I swear to god I’ll leave you here,” Regulus threatens.

James does indeed laugh with a shake of his head. “We came in my car.”

“Then I’ll steal your fucking car. Watch me.” Regulus sneers at him.

Shaking his head a second time, James rolls his eyes. Amusement lingers obviously on his features; the crooked smirk on his lips, the mirth bright in his gaze. Regulus doesn’t find whatever humor he seems to, but the issue is yeah. The idea of meeting James’ parents for the first time and then spending the summer with the Potter family does make him nervous. Which is a pretty fucking normal response, thank you very much.

“You’re deflecting, love,” James points out. He slings an arm over Regulus’ shoulders when he goes to turn away from him again. “Hey, it’s really okay. If you’re too scared—”

“James—”

“Sorry, not scared.” He lifts his hands in defense, one in front of his chest and the other hanging off Regulus’ shoulder. “If you don’t want to come, you don’t have to. I just thought that since we’ve been dating for months now it might be a good time, you know?”

Logically, sure, it makes perfect sense. Unfortunately for James, Regulus’ logic goes out the window when the subject of parents gets brought up. Side effect of his upbringing and all that. 

The thing is, he’s heard plenty of stories about Fleamont and Euphemia Potter to indicate that they’re far from anything like his own parents. That they’re decent people, some of the best people, even, considering they raised a son as wonderful as James. It’s just that—

“What if…” Regulus trails off and huffs shortly, averting his gaze. “I mean, what if I’m not like— what they expect?”

“What if they don’t like you, you mean?”

Regulus cuts him a sharp look, but all James does is breathe out a chuckle before using his arm around him to tow him nearer. He presses a few kisses in a row against Regulus’ forehead, lips lingering there after. Regulus breathes in deep, taking in the comfort that’s altogether James before he sighs heavily.

“They’ll love you because I love you,” James murmurs against his temple.

A sickening fluttering twists in Regulus’ stomach, the same sort of unbearable swoop that Pandora is always telling him is butterflies when really he feels like he could be sick with it. Because sometimes the overwhelming amount of feeling he experiences when it comes to James does seem like an incurable virus, infecting him with all these stupid symptoms he can’t help. 

Like the warmth that floods his cheeks, for one thing. The way he can’t seem to help tilting forward and leaving a kiss at the edge of James’ jaw, another.

“Fine,” He concedes after another moment, easing back to catch his boyfriend’s vaguely surprised look. “I’ll go home with you.”

“For real?” James checks.

“Yes, James, for real.” Regulus rolls his eyes, but the fondness sending his heart racing in his chest makes the dismissal of it all feel lacking.

James looks over his face a few seconds, his smile turned fully beaming. He leans in like he’s going to kiss him in his excitement for this outcome, but Regulus lifts the Red Bull can in his hand and purposely presses the cold aluminum against James’ neck. When James jerks back with a yelp, Regulus snorts.

“That’s for springing that on me during finals week, in a fucking convenience mart.”

#jegulus #starchaser #s/o to syd for reg’s red bull choices lmfao #this got away from me a little bit but just #them<3 yknow? #kay’s microfics #kay’s writing #edit: straight up didn’t date this right the first time lmAO

[a-round-of-robyns]

first microfic! i've had really bad writer's block recently so hopefully this will help me get back into the swing of things

01/03: rugby; wc: 453; @jegulus-microfic; mentions of alcohol/people being drunk

Regulus could hear the noise of the party leaking out of the door as he approached the room where it was being held. He originally wasn’t going to go, seeing as he tended to despise loud settings where the majority of people there were drunk or on their way to being so. However, when he had gone over to James to congratulate him on winning the rugby final, James had turned his big deer eyes on him, asking Regulus to go to the party.

“For me, love. Please?”

And how could Regulus resist? So here he was, standing at the entrance to the room, scanning it for a glimpse of his boyfriend. After his second look around, he spotted Sirius dancing in the middle of the floor and, sure enough, James was right next to him. A crowd of people surrounded James and Sirius, all watching them appreciatively as they moved their bodies to the music.

Regulus caught Remus’ gaze from where he was leaning against a wall on the opposite side of the room to him. He made his way over to Remus, dodging drunk students and picking up a drink for himself on the way. Regulus joined Remus, leaning against the wall next to him. He nodded at Regulus and went back to watching Sirius dance, eyes roaming up and down his body. Regulus followed his line of sight to his own boyfriend dancing like nobody was watching. James’ eyes were closed, but after a while they opened, and he looked directly into Regulus’ eyes. Regulus allowed his gaze to drag up and down James’ body and then made eye contact, angling his head so that he was looking at James through his eyelashes. Regulus held a hand out and made a ‘come here’ gesture that James immediately complied with.

“Reg, you made it!” He said as soon as he reached Regulus, grasping the hand that was still held away from Regulus’ body.

“I told you I would come, didn’t I?”

James placed a kiss on the hand he was holding and looked at Regulus adoringly, “You did.”

Regulus pulled James closer to him, wrapping his arms around his neck. “You wanna get out of here?”

“But I’m having fun.” James protested lightly, pressing his forehead against Regulus’

Regulus looked at him, allowing his lips to pout slightly in a way he knew James wasn’t able to resist. “I can think of something even more fun that we can do together? And there won’t be people looking at you, thinking they can have you.”

James’ pupils dilated even more than they had been already, the black almost completely swallowing the hazel of his irises. “Whatever you want, love. Lead the way.”

#theo writes #writing #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #microfic #jegulus microfic #i haven't written in so long #and then i ended up writing this during a lecture #go figure #this is not edited and i wrote it in maybe half an hour

[fruchtfleisch-art]

It's been a little quiet around here, but I promise I'm still writing! This fic is going to be a 20k monster at the very least (my final drafts are always longer than my first drafts), and I've been trying to make it to the finish line this month so I can start the long, long process of shaping it into something readable. Have some snippets of weird little boys, past and present!

#ALSO thank you to people who sent requests! those are still v much on my radar #and they're very good prompts too :) im excited about them! #i'm just trying to see how much more of the monster i can bulldoze through before i need another break (which is what the microfics are for #WIP #also talked about this on my sideblog but i might split the release of this into halves for the sake of my sanity #so instead of a marathon release of 1 chapter a week it might be more like first 1/2-> break to edit/draw ->second 1/2 #...although i definitely am at least going to have to write the second draft as one large piece. we'll see #i might... need... a spreadsheet...