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ecstarry · 17 days

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"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.

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stagpdf · 2 months

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02/02 - cheat, 1.7k words, explicit // daddy kink, trans reg, age gap, angst @jegulus-microfic

The door to the hotel room swings open, and Regulus just barely gets out two words before James’ lips are on his own. It’s needy from the start; James nips at his lips and licks into his mouth with no reservations, seemingly trying to consume him from the kiss itself. Regulus groans into James’ mouth, nimble fingers loosening the tie around his neck.

James’ hands smooth down his body, stopping to grip Regulus’ hips and pull him closer. He whimpers as James moves his mouth away, trailing kisses along his jaw. He stops at his ear and whispers, “I missed you, baby.”

Regulus sighs as James’ lips move to his neck, sucking bruises into the soft, pale skin revealed by the too-large t-shirt falling off his shoulder. It’s James’, of course.

“Missed you too, daddy,” he responds, getting the tie free and tossing it to the floor. He starts on the buttons of James’ shirt next, expertly undoing them. It doesn’t take long before he’s pushing the shirt off his shoulders, joining the tie on the floor.

James pulls away from his neck then, tugging at the t-shirt to pull it off of Regulus. His eyes linger on his body, clearly pleased that Regulus opted not to wear anything else under the shirt.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he says, grinning as James is quick to grab his chin and force him to make eye contact.

“Is that how you want this to be?” James asks, voice firm.

Regulus thinks it over for a minute. In the end, he decides that he wants to be good for James today; he’s missed him far too much, and he doesn’t want their limited time together too focused on him being put in his place.

“No. I’m sorry, daddy.” Eyes wide and blinking up at James, the picture of innocence.

“There we go, that’s my good boy,” James says, rubbing his thumb across Regulus’ lower lip, “Open up for me.” Regulus obeys, and James spits directly into his mouth, holding it open for a moment longer. “Swallow.”

Heat coils in Regulus’ stomach, his arousal coming to the forefront of his mind. He takes hold of James’ hand, pulling him towards the bed. James swiftly undoes his belt with his remaining hand, shucking his pants and boxers by the time Regulus climbs on.

James stokes himself a few times before joining Regulus on the bed, knees bracketing his hips and hands on either side of his shoulders. He bends down and presses his lips against Regulus’, the kiss quickly turning filthy and biting.

Regulus’ fingers thread through James’ hair, tugging on it as his mouth drops open in pleasure.

Pulling back ever so slightly, James says, “Already looking so desperate and all I’ve done is kiss you. You really are a slut, aren’t you baby?”

“Mhm, I’m a slut for you daddy,” Regulus whines, trying to pull James back down to his mouth. Rather than allowing him to do so, James pulls back even further, grabbing Regulus by his hips and flipping him over. He pulls him up to be on his knees, and presses his face into the bed to arch his back even further.

“God, baby, you’re fucking dripping,” James says in awe, rubbing his fingers through Regulus’ folds. “Can’t wait to fuck you.”

“Then what’s taking so long?” Regulus says, crying out as a hand lands a sharp hit on his ass.

“Don’t speak to me like that, Reg, I know you know better.” James’ voice is stern, and he tugs at Regulus’ hair sharply to emphasize his point even further.

“Sorry, daddy,” Regulus says, pushing his ass back towards James, “Will you fuck me? Please? I‘m so empty without you.”

“Okay, baby, only ‘cause you’re begging so nicely.” James pulls his hand out from Regulus’ hair and settles it on his hip, and uses the other to line his cock up. Without any warning, James pushes inside, groaning as he bottoms out. “You’re still so fucking tight for me, it’s a fuckin’ miracle with how much of a slut you are.”

“So full,” Regulus whines. Both of James’ hands are on his hips now, grip tight and sure to leave bruises on him by the end. James starts to pick up his pace, constantly hitting the spot inside Regulus that makes him see stars.

Regulus grabs at the sheets, knuckles white as he moves his hips back to meet James’ thrusts. The room is filled with the sounds of their moans and skin-on-skin slapping.

Suddenly, James threads his fingers through his hair once again and uses it to pull Regulus up on his knees so he rests against James’ chest. Regulus throws his head back on James’ shoulder when the older man moves his hands to press against his clit. His other hand slides up Regulus’ body, stopping to rest against his throat.

Heat pools low in Regulus’ belly; he could feel himself building closer and closer. He tries to both push into James’ fingers as well as push back against his cock.

“Daddy, please, ‘m close,” he whines, not knowing how much longer he could hold on.

“Go on, baby, come whenever you want,” James says, ducking his head to press a lingering kiss on Regulus’ jaw.

A high-pitched moan escapes Regulus as his vision whites out and pleasure floods his body. He feels boneless, only held up by James’ hands. Vaguely, he feels his thrusts lose their rhythm, and soon enough James is pressing all the way inside, groaning lowly as he comes.

They both flop onto the bed, catching their breaths. Regulsu expects they’ll cuddle a bit before either of them is ready to get up and clean off.

Oh, how wrong he is.

James barely waits a minute after they’re done to climb out of the bed. He goes to the bathroom, likely to clean himself off, and comes out with a towel he tosses in Regulus’ direction. Without saying anything at all, he gathers his clothes up and starts to redress.

While this isn’t entirely out of the norm for them, Regulus was expecting a little bit more tonight. After all, they hadn’t seen each other for quite some time before now. And instead of approaching his disappointment like an adult, his voice has an angry edge to it.

“We’ve hardly even spoken since you got here and you’re already leaving?”

“Yeah, I’ve got…a dinner or some shit I have to go to,” James responds, avoiding looking at Regulus.

A lie. It’s a fucking lie and he knows that Regulus is well aware. All of the good feelings, the warmth from seeing James again, flood out of him in an instant. Leaving him feeling cold and alone, despite the fact James hasn’t left yet.

It’s not worth confronting the lie now, however. Regulus files it away to worry about later, like with every other little fib James has told him. Especially recently.

“Fucking cancel it then?” Sure, it’s harsh but James can afford to do it—Regulus refuses to be someone he can just shrug off.

James finally looks back at him, confusion clouding his features. “What? No, Reg, I’m not canceling this. I can’t shuffle my whole schedule around just to fuck you some more.”

A silence takes over the room as Regulus takes in the response. His anger comes to a head and he spits out, “Are you fucking kidding me? Fuck me some more? What about actually spending time with me? I was under the impression, because of you, that this was more than a long string of meaningless hookups. Or were all of those dates you’ve taken me on just to make sure I wouldn’t run off and go tell the first reporter I found about us?”

James runs a hand through his hair, frustration taking over the confusion. “Jesus Christ, Reg, of course I want to spend time with you but I’m late enough as it is. Tonight just isn’t good timing.”

His hands shake as he does his buttons up, and Regulus takes it as yet another sign James is just as mad as he is. Not that he has a right to be, of course.

“Then why bother coming at all? Just t—to get your dick wet?” They both ignore the way Regulus chokes on his words then, a tell-tale sign he’s near crying. He’s always been an angry crier, and no matter how hard his mother had tried it’s something he’s never been able to get rid of. A fatal flaw if you ask him.

“Why are you suddenly acting like all I care about is fucking you?” For a second, James sounds genuinely upset, like Regulus is hurting him, somehow.

“Because it’s beginning to feel like it. You expect me to spread my legs and beg for daddy’s cock whenever you feel like it.”

“You know damn well that isn’t true. You think the time I spend with you is meaningless? Or that the kind of money I’ve spent on you I’ll spend on just anyone?”

Regulus rolls his eyes in a poor attempt to stop the tears threatening to spill. “Good to know your other whores are being treated worse than me.”

“Fuck you, Reg. There’s only you, and you fucking know that.”

“Then why are we still sneaking around to shitty hotels? Why haven’t you gotten a fucking divorce, like you’ve said you would?”

James sighs, like he’s tired of this conversation. Like he’s tired of Regulus. “It’s more complicated than that,” he says, defeated.

“No, it isn’t. It’s not like it’d be any kind of a surprise to your bitch of a wife anyway.” Regulus wipes his cheeks, his hand coming away wet with tears.

“God, you know what? I don’t want to talk about this again right now. I need to leave, and I think it might be best if we don’t see each other for a few days, cool off a bit.”

“No. No. You aren’t brushing me off and leaving me in the middle of our conver—”

James pulls open the door, cutting Regulus off. Without sparing him another glance, he says, “Goodnight, Reg.”

The door slams shut behind him.

#i know this isn't the most. happy thing to post on valentine's...#but it's been rotting away in my docs and i need it out in the world #so here!#microfics #jegulus microfic #james potter #regulus black #jegulus #trans regulus black

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raina-at · 1 year

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Reflecting Light

“Okay. Let’s try this again.”

Sherlock switches on the music, and holds out a hand to John.

The sweet violin music blends together with an acoustic guitar, filling 221B with the lovely sounds of a beautiful walz.

The lights are low, the fire is lit.

John hesitates just a fraction.

He’s not sure how much longer he’ll be able to stand this. Sherlock’s hand in his, their bodies so close, the lovely music. Sherlock’s arm winding around his body.

“John.”

John nods, takes Sherlock’s outstretched hand. Lets Sherlock pull him close, position their bodies in the perfect dance position.

John takes a deep breath as Sherlock counts them in under his breath, and then they’re moving together, slowly and deliberately. Sherlock’s body is so close, and he smells so good, familiar aftershave and his fancy shampoo and Mrs Hudson’s laundry detergent. (When John moved out of Baker Street after Sherlock was… gone, he took one of Sherlock’s pillows with him and slept with it occasionally. After a while, it stopped smelling like Sherlock, and John felt a bit like Sherlock had died all over again as he finally threw the pillow out because he couldn’t stand the not-Sherlock smell any longer)

“One, two, three,” Sherlock mutters under his breath, and John takes up the count in his head, anything to distract himself from the nearness of Sherlock’s body. He can feel Sherlock’s fingers move against his back, can feel his breath, the way his chest rises and falls, can almost hear his heartbeat.

One, two, three.

John is getting married in three weeks. And he loves Mary, he does.

But nothing he feels for Mary has ever come close to the magnetic, heart-pounding, life-changing whirlwind he feels whenever he’s in the same room with Sherlock Holmes.

It’s not to be, he knows this. Sherlock doesn’t feel the same, will never love John the way John loves him, desperately, bottomlessly, hopelessly.

So John is doing the sensible thing. He’s exchanging heartbreak for contentment. It’s not an earth-shattering happiness, Mary never made his pulse jump and his heart hurt just by entering a room. But Mary loves him, Mary wants him, Mary is honest and dependable and there when he needs her.

But is it so wrong to pretend, just for one song? To pretend that this is more than a favour Sherlock is doing a friend, to pretend that Sherlock is holding him because he wants to, because John is as precious to him as Sherlock is to John? To have this, just for one dance?

The music changes, starts a slow, dreamy waltz, a woman singing.

John closes his eyes and lets himself dream.

Sherlock counts them in, and then they dance.

It’s slow and dreamy and intimate, and John swears he can hear Sherlock’s breath hitch as they move together, closer with every turn. John looks up from his feet, meets Sherlock’s eyes, and his breath hitches, too, because the expression on Sherlock’s face mirrors the sad longing within John’s chest. Without conscious thought, they move closer together, eyes holding. John lays his head on Sherlock’s shoulder, breathing in that familiar scent of home, and closes his eyes. Sherlock’s arm tightens around him, and they no longer dance but sway gently to the music.

The song stops, and neither of them pays it any mind. They just stand there, in the middle of 221B, holding each other tightly, lost in the moment.

John has no earthly idea how long they stand there, wrapped up in each other, Sherlock’s wildly beating heart and his hitching, shuddering breath under his ear, Sherlock’s nose grazing his hair. Their entwined hands are trapped between their bodies, arms around each other holding tight, enjoying that maddening, lovely, beautiful, hopeful closeness, sharing breath and warmth.

Finally, Sherlock speaks. “What if I wasn’t married to my work?” he whispers into John’s hair.

John draws back and looks at Sherlock’s open, hesitant, vulnerable expression. “Well, then,” he says, “I suppose you could be married to me.”

Sherlock’s smile is hopeful and bright and it tastes of love and forgiveness and the future as John surges up and meets him in a gentle, tentative kiss.

Written for the prompt music from @notjustamumj , thanks a bunch for tagging me!

The song I'm thinking about for this is fittingly called Reflecting Light by Sam Phillips (Lorelai and Luke's theme song in Girlmore Girls, pretty much). The song is bittersweet and slightly melancholy, and fit so well for Sherlock and John.

Tagging a few people to play if you want to: @fluffbyday-smutbynight @helloliriels @keirgreeneyes @the-reading-lemon @agrlsname

#johnlock #bbc sherlock #my fic #johnlock fic #microfics #music #notjustamumj #I'm all about the TSoT fix its apparently

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kwiwrites · 5 months

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@jegulus-microfic

December 13 | Prompt: Jail | Word count: 556

“You know. This wouldn’t be so hard if you had just- died.” James frowns, tugging at his bottom lip with his yellow teeth.

Regulus scowls. “You’re a pain in my arse, Potter. I don’t feel like dying in your arms.”

James raises a highly skeptical eyebrow. “You don’t mind doing other things in my arms. You actually like my arms very, very much, if Tuesday night was anything to go off of. Why do you have to be so bloody stubborn about dying in them?”

He chokes. “I do not like your arms. I was just- tired. You tired me out.”

James grins, all sharp, silver teeth and dark, blown out pupils. The sight of him, standing there with his wide shoulders and his thick neck and those fucking hands drives Regulus mad. He kind of wants to fall to his knees, right now.

“Did I now?” James drawls, lounging back against the cold, stone wall of the cell. He’s still smirking, the infuriating bastard. “I didn’t know it only took a quick fuck to take the Crown Prince down. Maybe I should’ve killed you then.”

Regulus finds his cheeks burning. Merlin and Morgana, does he hate this man. He crosses his arms defensively and looks away and out the dingy window crudely carved into one of the walls. It’s lined with black iron bars, and is shadowed with blue. “Shut up. It’s your fault that we both ended up in jail. You’re useless, you know that?”

James laughs, his voice ringing out high and lovely and sweet against the cold cell. “Oh, love, you do say the sweetest things to me.”

Despite himself, A quiet grin pulls at the edges of his pink lips, and Regulus does his best to suppress it. He doesn’t think he succeeds, if the rapidly softening look in James’ eyes is anything to go by. “Have you considered that, maybe, if you were a better assassin, neither of us would be here. In jail. I would be dead, and you would be fleeing the country, having completed your mission.”

James frowns. Or pouts, to be more specific. “But if I killed you, you would be dead.” He says petulantly. “I don’t want a dead boyfriend. That would make me very, very sad.”

“You were literally just telling me to die in your arms not five minutes ago.” Regulus says flatly.

He sniffs. “I don’t actually want you dead. I just want you to- I don’t know- die in my arms. For the romance of it. Because it’s romantic.”

Regulus can’t help it. He laughs. Something warm grows, at the base of his spine, branching out into his bones, when he looks up and sees James staring back at him with bright eyes, affection plainly written onto every muscle of his face, every pore of his skin.

“You’ve been reading too many romance novels. Did you break into Remus’bookshop again?”

James grins sheepishly, and rubs at the back of his neck. “Sorry?”

Helplessly, he smiles back. There’s something thick in his stomach. A dense point of heat, expanding outwards.

Love, he thinks. They call it love.

“Right. OK. You’re returning the books tomorrow, and apologizing to Remus for stealing from him. No- don’t give me that look- I know he said he doesn’t mind but he’s very attached to his books.”

#jegulus #marauders #regulus black #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #fanfiction #microfics #jegulus microfics #sammy writes microfics #instead of studying #because he has the attention span of a squirrel on acid #save me

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bellaxisworld · 30 days

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microfic masterlist

links attached || post updated with every new microfic

january

fever

february

shower / cheat / king / old / hormones / murder / star / headphones / movie / violin / map / fireside / street / lips / poison / tear / soup / pet / busy / shiver / attack / contrast / alley / hungry / invincible / bed / change / remain / address

april

slap / amortentia / class / green / aimless

#microfics #bellaxis microfic #marauders #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #sunseeker #starchaser #marauders era #the marauders #jegulus microfic #james x regulus #jegulus fic #microfic #regulus x james

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mppmaraudergirl · 7 months

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blame a @jilymicrofics dedicated to @athenasparrow and the jilymicrofic discord fam

The tension in the air was thick; it was interrupted only by the sound of feet padding across the floor of the Entrance Hall—two pairs that were completely in sync, though one would never realize such a thing if they saw the faces of the two walking.

The two continued to the far end of the hall together, then started climbing the steps: one in long easy two-step strides, while the other nearly jogged just to keep up.

"Are we going to—?"

"No."

"Seriously?"

"No," repeated in annoyance.

"Lil—"

"Don't Lil me."

A pause in which the longer stride stopped on a flight of stairs; the second had no reason to not continue, and yet had all the reason in the world.

"You surely can't blame me for this—?"

"Can't I?" Lily asked, turning dangerously on her heel. "Can't I, James? Who else should I blame them? It was your foolishness, you and those friends of yours—and don't call me Lil."

A beat passed, a moment given that was far longer than it ought to have been. Finally, sense took over—sense or annoyance or heartbreak or whatever one of the hundred things she was feeling, and she continued up the stairs, not knowing, not particularly caring, that the boy she left behind her would do anything for her, to make amends for past actions, to prove himself for the future.

(Don't worry. She'd come to learn that in time. But when you are sixteen, the world doesn't always present itself in shades of gray; sometimes it is black and white, right and wrong, and for sixteen-year-old Lily Evans, James Potter was often in the wrong.)

#jily #microfics #jple #brought to you by drunk mpp :)

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thecasualauthor · 2 months

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I wrote some romione for the first time in forever.

This will be posted to AO3 eventually once my Internet decides it's not going to steal my social security number or something.

Read under the cut!!

@nena-96 this one is for you because that last ask you sent still makes me smile. :)))))

Her hands are cold, Ron realizes.

How does he know this? Because he's holding them. Or one of them, at least.

They sit in the common room, staring into the fire. Harry went to bed ages ago, and it's been the two of them here for several hours. They aren't even studying, what with Dumbledore's death and all.

Ron glances at the clock on the mantle, stifling a yawn, and Hermione looks at him.

“Merlin, Ron, I didn't realize the time!” she says. “I didn't mean to keep–”

“It's nothing,” Ron waves her off. “I can't really sleep, anyway.” Hermione gives a tired smile.

“We can be insomniacs together,” she says drily. Ron laughs lightly and gives her hand another squeeze.

“What are friends for?” He shrugs, and then pauses, glancing down at their conjoined hands. Hermione doesn't miss the gesture, and she bites her lip.

He stares at her a moment, thoughts racing in his mind.

The thing is… the thing is– that he doesn't really know what to call his relationship with the girl next to him. Best friends? Sure. But as far as he was concerned, friends didn't hold hands as often as they did. Friends didn't fall asleep in each other's arms and wake up tangled together.

But he and Hermione definitely weren't a couple. Not officially.

He wants them to be, though.

Sometimes he thinks about it. Sometimes he wonders what it would be like to be able to hold her, to kiss her, to love her openly without a care in the world.

Hermione lets go of his hand, and Ron immediately misses the warmth. She turns back to face the fire, leaning forward and resting her chin in her hands. They sit in silence for a long while before Hermione breaks it.

“What's going to happen?” She asks in a small voice, and Ron furrows his brow.

“What do you mean?”

“This– this war. With Dumbledore gone– I don't think Hogwarts is safe for me anymore, Ron.” Her voice breaks a little, and Ron’s heart constricts.

“We'll figure it out, ‘Mione,” he tells her, and she swallows before turning to face him.

“I don't know what to do. I may– what if I have to go into hiding? I don't want to hide forever.”

“I'll go with you,” Ron says automatically, and the instant the words leave his mouth he knows they're true.

Hermione stares at him for the briefest moment, and for a moment, Ron thinks she's about to start crying. But instead she leans upward and brushes her lips against his.

His first thought is that he wants to do this for the rest of his life. His hand lifts to cup her cheek, and he's certain, absolutely positive, that everything in his entire life has led to this moment.

They break apart, and Hermione looks equal parts shocked and elated.

“I've been waiting to do that for months,” she breathes. Ron grins.

“Honestly? So have I.”

And he kisses her again.

#romione #romione ftw #these guys have my heart #microfics #hp fanfcition #this was a sweet drabble #they're in love okay #ron weasley #hermione granger

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one-helluva-hazbin · 14 days

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Lilith’s Return

(Context: both Al and Lilith are contracted to Roo. They’re pals, even if the rest of the hotel doesn’t know it)

Lilith ”Lucy… how I missed you”

Lucy “Lily? Is it-

Charlie “Mom?”

Lilith “Yes. It’s been… a long seven years. Don’t worry, I can fully explain-“

Alastor “Lilith? Lilith!”

Lilith “Al? Al you rascal, whatever are you doing here! Great to see you! How’s life?”

Alastor “Never better, dear! Ive just been helping out with Charlotte’s Hotel, although I do have a favor she owes me.”

Lucy “Wait, How do you know each other? And what do you mean Charlie owes you a favor! When-“

Alastor “Oh, don’t worry Lulu, it’s nothing major! Simply a favor of my choosing where she does have to harm anyone.”

Lilith *looks mildly disappointed* “Did it have to be Charlie?”

Alastor “Unfortunately so! However, you have my word that I’ll do my best not to harm her in pursuit of fixing our mutual problem.”

Charlie *Mentally realizes Al and her mom both disappeared at the exact same time, coming to the conclusion that Alastor fucked her mom* “Oh. OH! Oh no.”

#hazbin hotel #microfics #lilith #hazbin alastor #lucifer morningstar #Lilith x Alastor #Kinda?#charlie morningstar

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starchaserdreams · 1 year

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Seems unfair that I don't have 18 hours a day to read and write fanfiction. Sleep? Work? What are these nonsense tasks?

#sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #james potter #regulus black #marauders #jegulus #starchaser #marauders era #sunseeker #archive of our own #ao3 #fanfiction #microfics

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starchaserwrites · 1 month

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@jegulus-microfic / march 15: use / word count: 456

"Regulus? Please don't hang up!,” the person on the other end of the line says as soon as he picks up the call. “I know you told me you never wanted to hear from me again, but I really need to hear your voice," It's three in the morning and the incoming call dragged him out of the peaceful sleep he was having.

A moment passes and the man continues with an abnormal speech rhythm. "Well, if you don't want to say anything just listen. I miss you incredibly much… and I know I need to move on, but how could I look away now that I've seen you?" there is the faint sound of clinking glasses and laughter. "I think I'm starting to forget things about you that I never thought I'd have to forget. I can't remember which of the bookshops near your flat you like best, or what brand of pencils you prefer to use," a hint of anguish and despair creeps in at the end of the sentence.

"Oh, by the way your favorite black hoodie is still here, I didn’t forget about it! It still smells vaguely of you and sometimes I wake up thinking that you'll be on the other side of the bed and that this will all have been a bad dream. Please come get it whenever you want, it would be more than nice to see you.

“Anyway, I'm surprised you're so quiet and haven't insulted me yet, I hope it's a sign that you're not so angry anymore. It hurts me every moment we are apart, and if you forgive me I promise I won't fail you ever again… I'm so sorry and I love you." the sound of sobs fills the line.

"Hey, do yourself a favour and never call this number again or you will regret it." James Potter answers in a steady voice.

The caller audibly gasps. “Wha— who are you? Where is Reggie?”

“I’m his boyfriend, that’s all you need to know,” the arm around his waist pulls him closer. “If you ever call again, I won’t be this calm, be warmed.”

"James, who is it?" asks a sleepy Regulus as he snuggles closer to his chest.

James is more than fed up with the pathetic speech, but he ends the call with a pleased smirk when Regulus' ex starts to protest after hearing his voice.

"Wrong number."

It's the fourth time this month that the ex-boyfriend who cheated on Regulus has called. James and Regulus are not together (at least not yet), but after seeing him torn to pieces after the break-up, James refuses to let the bastard hurt him anymore.

Wrapping Regulus in his arms they go back to sleep.

#jegulus #regulus black #james potter #james x regulus #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus microfic #marauders #len writes #microfics

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ecstarry · 17 days

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@jegulus-microfic / heart / 178 words

Sometimes life was overwhelming. As James grew older, he handled himself better. But there were still moments when life proved too much for him. His emotions too intense, his heart not strong enough to bear it alone.

Regulus never required an explanation, he simply understood. So when everything became too burdensome, they held each other tightly, breaths syncing and love embracing them both. Tender traces and kisses calming their otherwise troubled minds.

But sometimes, even then, life was still too much. So Regulus hummed softly, close to James’ ear, then pressed his lips on his boyfriends' closed eyelids. James would always giggle quietly, Regulus’ kisses always resulted in his lashes tickling him. They both knew it was intentional.

And if that still wasn’t enough, and life was still too much, Regulus would repeat, over and over again ‘I love you’. And suddenly, life no longer felt insurmountable. Regulus’ voice had carved a path from his lips to James’ very bones, filling every crevice in his tired mind with love.

Regulus’ love would never be too much, not for James.

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stagpdf · 3 months

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jegulus microfic, 1.2k words, explicit // trans james, collars, & fisting

“Oh you poor baby, I’m hardly three fingers deep in you and you already look gone,” Regulus taunts, angling his fingers just so and pressing into the spot that makes James see stars. When he doesn’t respond quick enough, eyes glazed over and looking miles away, Regulus gives a sharp tug on the leash. James finally looks back at him, confusion washing over his features like he doesn’t quite know what Regulus wants from him.

Regulus pulls his fingers out, ignoring the whimper James lets out at the loss, and moves to hover over him. Wrapping his hand around his neck, he says, “You’ve got to pay more attention to what I’m telling you, princess.” He punctuates the sentence by squeezing James’ throat, cutting off the blood flow to his head.

“S-sorry,” James chokes out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he relishes in the lightheadedness getting choked brings.

Admiring his squirming boyfriend for a moment, Regulus smiles as his eyes catch on the thick, black leather collar adorning James’ neck. It sits just below where his hand currently rests, looking so lovely against brown skin with the assortment of silver hardware and, of course, the tag dangling in the front which reads Property of R.A.B.—a rather nice touch if you ask him.

Finally releasing his grip, Regulus gently caresses James’ cheek as he tries to catch his breath.

“Are you ready for more?” he asks, taking note of how present James really is.

“Yes, please, need you—need more.” James begs, blinking his large, wet eyes up at Regulus as he does.

Regulus is only a man, how could he possibly say no to that?

He moves back down James’ body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. Before pressing back inside James, he takes a moment to spread him open, get a good look at how absolutely soaked he is for Regulus.

Practically drooling at the sight he says, “God, you’re going to be absolutely fucking gaping soon.”

Without waiting for any sort of reply from James, Regulus uses one hand to hold down his hips, the leash still wrapped tightly around his hand, and the other slips three fingers back inside his cunt. James lets out a string of curses, unable to move away from Regulus’ assault as he holds him down and maintains a tight grip on the leash.

It’s not long before Regulus adds a fourth finger, making sure to stretch James open and prepare him for his whole hand. This wasn’t new for them, but every time threatened to entirely disarm Regulus, to make him lose his mind completely. He could hardly look away from the sight of his four fingers disappearing inside James, completely enthralled by the view.

“Reg—fuck, please—more. Want your whole hand.”

Regulus pulls his fingers out, pressing them together along with his thumb to form an almost cone-like shape. He positions his hand at James’ hole and checks in with him one last time.

“Ready, princess?” he asks, now rubbing soothing circles into James’ hip, “I know you can take it. Your greedy hole will swallow my hand right up.”

“Y-yes, yes Reg, please.”

James groans as Regulus starts to push in, throwing his head back and continuing to moan as he gets his whole hand in. After giving him a moment to adjust, Regulus starts to slowly push his hand in and out, watching in fascination as the entire thing disappears inside James, stretching him obscenely wide.

As if he wasn’t already loud enough, James’ whines only increase in volume as Regulus lays the leash to the side and presses small circles onto his clit. James’ thighs twitch like he was trying to close them but knows better than to do that.

“Good boy,” Regulus praises, increasing the speed of his thrusts, “Keep those legs nice and open for me, okay?”

“Close, ‘m close Reg,” James says, voice breathy and raspy from the strain he’s put on it.

“You can come whenever, Jamie.”

Only a few moments laters, James clenches down on Regulus’ hand, body jerking as he comes and tears leak from his eyes. His thighs continue to shake even as he starts to come down, looking completely out of it.

Regulus only pulls his hand out as James starts to whimper from oversensitivity. He brings his hand up to his lips, sucking two of his fingers into his mouth and groaning at the taste of pure James on his tongue.

He crawls back up James’ body, hovering over him and pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, getting a soft smile in return.

Finally, Regulus catches James' eyes, and they look clear. Well, as clear as expected.

“You with me princess?”

“Mhm,” James responds, nodding, “Will you fuck me? Please?” He pouts up at Regulus, yet again using his big brown eyes to get his way. There will never be a time when Regulus develops an immunity—he’s only alive to serve James, to bend to his every will.

“Sure thing, Jamie.”

Regulus moves back into position, settling himself between James’ legs. He pushes open his thighs even more, eyes trained on the puffy, red hole sitting between them. Even in the time since Regulus’ hand had been in there, it’s still gaping, completely wide open.

“Fuck, look at you,” Regulus mumbles to himself, “Fucking stunning, all spread out and open just for me. Gonna fill you up like the slut you are.”

“Please.”

Regulus lines himself up, bottoming out in a single thrust. James is wet, and it’s a whole other feeling to be inside him once he’s been stretched open and is lax from his first orgasm. Already worked up from the fisting, Regulus is quick to set a brutal pace, knowing he isn’t going to last much longer.

He presses his fingers back onto James’ clit, wanting to bring him to another orgasm as well. Still oversensitive, James sobs at the contact, hands white-knuckling the sheets as he both tries to push himself further into Regulus’ fingers and fuck down onto his cock.

James falls over the edge quickly, clenching around Regulus’ cock and crying out. His body shakes with the orgasm, falling limp as it ends.

Regulus is soon to follow, groaning as he buries himself inside and fills James up. He throws himself onto James’ body, panting into his chest as he comes down.

For a few minutes, it’s just the two of them laying together catching their breaths, returning to reality. As James starts to shift, likely getting uncomfortable with the sweat and other fluids drying on them both. He whines as Regulus slips out of him, even doing it as gently as possible.

Regulus watches with rapt attention as the come leaks out of James’ cunt. He dips his fingers into it, bringing them up to James’ mouth for him to suck on. James moans happily at the intrusion, shutting his eyes as he cleans Regulus’ come off his fingers.

“You alright, James?” he asks once James is done, unhooking the leash from the collar and looking down at him with concern.

“Never better,” James slurs, a dopey grin taking over his features. “Clean me up please?”

“Of course, anything for you.”

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writtenonreceipts · 5 months

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Written for @jilymicrofics December prompts

word count: 351

A Touch of Frost

The early morning dawn does little to stave off the winter chill. Gray clouds linger low along the horizon and keep even the harshest sun rays hidden. Ever since November hit, any semblance of fall vanished. Leaving in its wake cold winds, icy mornings, and dark skies. Somehow, everything has transformed to a waste land. At least, that’s how it seems.

And as Lily stands at the kitchen window, staring out to the surrounding trees of the first, she knows it’s bound to be another cold day. And there is nothing that she can do about it.

Instead, she stares into the tall trees with their shadows and sweeping branches. The evergreens have always appeared as sentinels to her--protective guardians to what lays within the forest. Even now, she swears she can feel some unearthly power emanating from them.

Lily watches as a small sparrow lands on the porch railing, it’s small feet not even scratching the layer of frost that’s built up. The bird lingers for a moment, ruffling it’s dark feathers, before it takes off again twirling up and up into the sky.

Behind her, she hears the bedroom door open and shut followed by the soft footfalls of her husband. It isn’t long until a pair of warm arms wrap around her.

“You’re up early,” James murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck. He pulls her back into his chest, his warmth immediately enveloping her.

“I’m always up early,” she reminds him, though she can’t help but smile as his lips trail lightly along her skin.

“It’s Saturday,” he says, “we’re not supposed to be doing anything.”

Lily turns in his embrace and twines her arms around his neck, smiling up at him. “Nothing?”

“Nothing.”

“That sounds rather boring,” she says.

James rests his hands on her hips, his fingers digging lightly into her skin. “Well, there are some things we could do.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Lily says. But she can’t stop smiling as she rises onto her toes and kisses him.

The day certainly remains a lazy Saturday, but Lily doesn’t mind at all.

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raina-at · 1 year

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Many Happy Returns

The candles flicker gaily as John and Rosie sing Happy Birthday. Sherlock bites down on a smile. He loves both John and Rosie to absolute distraction, but neither of them has a musical bone in their body. What they lack in talent, though, they make up for in unbridled enthusiasm, especially Rosie. The fact that she couldn’t hit a note with a cricket bat even if it was the size of a cow doesn’t stop her from belting at the top of her lungs.

“Happy Birthday, dear Sheeeeerloooooock,” she sings out, John joining her a bit less loudly, but just as falsely.

Sherlock meets John’s eyes over the seventeen candles on his birthday cake, and he can tell that John is trying not to laugh.

John looks younger in candlelight, especially with the suppressed mirth sparkling in his eyes and a smile playing around his lips as he joins his — their — enthusiastic daughter as she tries her best to shatter glass with her voice.

Sherlock applauds when they’re done singing, and not only because he’s relieved that his ears aren’t assaulted any longer, but because the two people who just sang him an awful birthday song could literally have anything from him, down to the very atoms of his being.

“Blow out the candles!” Rosie yells; she’s always loud when she’s excited, and birthdays are always exciting for Rosie, even when it’s not her own.

“I have to ask, why seventeen?” Sherlock asks as he surveys the cake. It’s obviously home-made and a tiny bit wonky, and it looks like a unicorn vomited rainbow sprinkles all over it.

“I couldn’t fit any more,” Rosie answers with an adorable death glare at the cake. “I know you’re way, way, way older, but that’s all I had room for on the stupid cake.” She turns to her father. “Daddy, I told you, we should have used the larger tin.” The tone of her voice is both accusatory and a bit uncertain.

“The cake is perfect, Watson,” Sherlock says, running a soothing hand over Rosie’s curls.

John snorts in disbelief, grinning at Sherlock over Rosie’s head. “I hope you like the unicorn theme.”

“Of course, who doesn’t love unicorns?”

“Nobody,” Rosie says with full conviction, glaring at John with an arched eyebrow, which makes John laugh.

“Yes, yes, you told me so,” John says, raising his hands in defeat. “I remain the only person in this family who can admit they’re wrong.”

“Occasionally,” Sherlock adds.

“Blow out your candles before they completely ruin your cake, love,” John says affectionately.

“I want to help!” Rosie yells, climbing into Sherlock’s lap. “You need to make a wish first!”

Sherlock looks at John, who’s taking a picture of them with his phone with a fond smile, at Rosie who’s counting down the blowing out of the candles, at the wonky cake, the candles jammed into them with unnecessary force, at the inexpertly wrapped birthday presents, and thinks that he has more than he could ever have wished for because these two chaotic, messy, loud, at times annoying but always brilliant and extraordinary people love him.

Many happy returns, he thinks as he blows out his candles.

For @notjustamumj's May prompt "Candlelight", have some sappy parentlock.

Hm, who hasn't done this... I'm tagging @jrow @totallysilvergirl @inevitably-johnlocked @discordantwords @thetimemoves and whoever else wants to play.

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