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zadezy · 1 month

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March 17, prompt: body, @jegulus-microfic

Regulus' body was a work of art.

The tattoos that wove up his arms and chest were perfect for tracing them with his tongue and fingers.

The piercings that always drove James wild, especially the tongue one whenever Regulus licked into his mouth or sucked his cock, the coldness such a stark contrast against him it made him forget about everything that wasn't Regulus.

His hands were perfect for holding them and for having them wrapped around his throat, James didn't care which as long as they were touching him.

His waist and hips were perfect to grab, hands wrapping around his body to hold him close or fingers gripping them harshly, leaving imprints behind.

His thighs, oh they were one of his favourites, the perfect spot to kiss and suck, leaving behind bruises that made James' pupils dilate whenever he saw them.

Oh, and his lips, they were sinful. All they were able to do, from his tongue swirling around him or forming words, which cut down his opponents. James wasn't able to go even five minutes without having a taste, and every second his lips weren't touching his was a wasted second.

He could go on and on, describing every little thing about Regulus, and he would always find something more to say.

He was everything and James was hooked, had been since the day he first saw him.

But he doesn't mind, quite the contrary. If he could, he would crawl inside Regulus' ribcage, make a home there and let everyone know that he belongs to Regulus and that Regulus belongs to him.

But he can't do that, believe him, he tried, so he leaves his mark in a different way.

He claims him with bruises on his neck, for everyone to see, with his hand wrapped around him securely. He lets everyone know who he belongs to because Regulus is a fucking art piece and James is going to worship him for eternity.

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#jegulus #regulus black #james potter #sunseeker #jegulus fic #marauders #marauders fanfiction #microfic #harry potter #500 words or less

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ecstarry · 3 months

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@jegulus-microfic | february 7: star | word count: 453

Regulus’ heart quickened as he read once more the note that James had given him. The parchment contained only time and place with his initials scribbled at the end and a heart attached to them.

He was nervous, he always was with James. They hadn’t been dating for long, but Regulus was unable to contain his longing every time James slipped through his mind.

He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, hoping he looked presentable enough for whatever surprise James had planned. Regulus dabbed a drop of James’ favorite cologne onto his fingertips before pressing them against the warmth of his neck, a familiar ritual he started when he witnessed the effect it had on the Gryffindor.

Regulus’ steps faltered as he arrived at their meeting spot. He lingered at the door before allowing his body to walk towards the room. Their room.

“James, are you-“

Regulus stood in silent awe, his lips parted but not a sound was made. He yielded at the sight of James patiently waiting for him as he took everything in. There were hand painted stars on the wall next to their bookshelf. They had started to fill it long before they even shared their first kiss, the wood was now decorated with lights softly glowing around the room. And there, by the couch, sat a record player, surrounded by his favorite albums.

James kept his attentive gaze on him as he wandered around their familiar room. Still unable to believe what his boyfriend had done, he cautiously started walking towards him. “What is this?” His voice barely more than a whisper.

“It was your birthday, and I didn’t know.”

Regulus felt the warmth of a blush creeping up his neck as he confessed, "We weren't dating yet." He closed his eyes as James’ hands delicately held his face between them. “I already wanted you then, love.” Regulus instinctively reached for the other’s boy shirt as he basked on the sound of James’ voice.

“I want you, too,” was all that his body allowed him to respond. The words felt simplistic in comparison to the deity that James Potter was to him.

Regulus felt the gentle touch of James' hand as it left his face, its absence replaced by the warmth of James's palm against his waist. “I want you to look at me.” He always spoke softly to him, and Regulus obeyed any of his commands. He started back at James, knowing he will never feel as warm as he does between his arms.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

There, within the sanctuary of their shared room, where every corner held memories and promises, they wove a new pledge between kisses—a promise of forever.

#february 7 #500 words or less #by:starchas1r #jegulus #marauders #james potter #james x regulus #regulus black #gay dead wizards #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus fanfic rec #fanfic writing #jegulus microfic

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allyeardepression · 10 days

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@jegulus-microfic | april 19 class | words: 461

hiii! i feel like i neglected this au for too long so im back with another part; enjoy <3

part one | previous part

James

what time your classes end?

Reg

Why are you asking?

James

just curious :)

Reg

…

In an hour

James

good for you

James had a plan. He wanted to surprise Regulus by picking him up and taking him out for dinner. It wouldn’t be their first time, but he was nervous anyway, because this time it was supposed to be different.

After the art show, they met a few times to take a walk with Gigi together or for a casual coffee. Nothing special, really, but with every meeting, James felt the butterflies in his stomach getting wilder and wilder. So he decided today he would take Regulus on a real date. If he agrees, of course.

In the hour he had before meeting Regulus, James took a quick shower, put on a cosy, burgundy jumper, that matched his converse, and completed the look with some gold jewellery. Looking in the mirror for the last time, he grabbed the car keys and went out.

Regulus’ academy wasn’t far from his flat; it was only a fifteen-minute ride, so when he got there, he still had some time left.

When the class ended and a sea of students appeared on the school grounds, James started scanning the crowd to find those pretty, raven curls. As soon as he spotted who he was looking for, he took out his phone.

James

look to your right

He could see Regulus taking out his own mobile and looking up almost immediately. He found James after a few seconds, and his eyes went wide. He started walking in his direction, one eyebrow raised.

“Hi, Little Star,” James greeted him when Regulus reached his car.

“Hi James. Care to explain what you’re doing here?” Regulus asked. He looked more confused than annoyed, so it wasn’t that bad.

After clearing his throat, James started. “So, I was thinking—“

“Good for you,” Regulus cut in, winking at the other man. James just chuckled nervously at that.

“Yeah, I guess. Anyway, I was thinking—would you like to go on a date? With me?” The other man froze, awkward silence falling between them, and James suddenly felt like he crossed some invisible line. “You know, it’s stupid; I’m sorry I asked.”

Regulus blinked at him several times before saying, “You want to take me out? Like, kind of romantically?” Now James was blinking, surprised by the question.

“Yes?” he said hesitantly. That’s when Regulus cheeks turned this pretty, pink colour, his lips curling up.

“Okay,” he replied, biting on his lower lip, still smiling.

“Really?” James couldn’t believe it; he just had to make sure.

Regulus rolled his eyes before saying, “Yes, really, James. Now, get in the car; I’m starving,” and James couldn’t help but grin widely at that answer.

#jegulus #dead gay wizards #starchaser #sunseeker #james potter #james x regulus #regulus black #jegulus microfic #the marauders #modern au #500 words or less #by: allyeardepression

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theladyofdeath · 1 year

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500 words or less! Either feysand or nessian finding out their having a baby!

Cassian had no idea how long he'd been standing in the bathroom, staring at the little stick that had the word pregnant on the tiny screen in little black letters.

He'd just gotten home from the gym and was getting in the shower when he accidentally dropped his phone in the trash next to the toilet. For a moment, he debated if it was even worth it - he knew what was in the trash of he and Nesta's master bathroom - but ultimately decided that he could bear a few germs to get to his $800 phone.

But then he found it.

The pregnancy test.

The pregnancy test that he'd been staring at, stark nude, since he'd found it.

Pregnant.

He was so stuck in shock that he hadn't heard the front door open, hadn't heard the footsteps down the hall, hadn't heard his wife come into their bedroom and freeze at the threshold of the bathroom.

"Cass."

He'd hardly heard his name, but although she hardly breathed it, it caught his attention just enough.

He turned to face her.

His cheeks were wet. He hadn't even realized he'd been crying.

Even in his state of undress, she met his eyes with the smallest of smiles. A hopeful smile.

"This is yours," Cassian said, holding it up. He felt like an idiot asking, but he needed the confirmation.

Nesta laughed, quietly. "Yes. It's mine. And yours, in case you were wondering."

He couldn't even comprehend her joke, he was too dumbfounded by the fact that he was going to be a father.

"I just found out this morning," Nesta went on, stepping towards him. "I was going to tell you at dinner tonight. I had a super cute idea planned that you just ruined by rifling through the trash, which is disgusting, by the way."

Still too stunned for her teasing, Cassian took her hand in his. "You're pregnant."

"Yeah."

"We're having a baby."

She laughed. "Yeah."

"Fuck," he breathed, which made her laugh louder, and then he was lifting her off the ground and spinning her around. She'd just started squealing uncontrollably when she started smacking at him. He set her on her feet as he said, "Sorry, am I crushing you? Fuck, am I crushing the baby-"

"You stink," she said, still grinning as she dusted off her sweater - as if she could dust off his post-gym stench. "And you're naked."

"You never complained about my nakedness before," he said, one brow lifted. "Which is how we got to this point."

Nesta rolled her eyes - eyes that lingered down, then back up again. "Pig."

But when he reached out for her, she let him pull her back towards him and he kissed her softly. "I'm sorry I ruined your surprise."

"It's okay," she whispered, leaning up on her toes to kiss him again. "You're happy."

There was almost a hint of doubt there that Cassian wanted to quickly erase. "Yeah, Nes. Yeah, I'm happy. I'm really, really happy."

"Good," she breathed, the tension fading from her shoulders. "Me too."

In less than a year, they'd be a family of three, and although Cassian knew what a huge responsibility a child was, he couldn't even pretend to be stressed or nervous or scared.

He was too damn happy.

#nessian #500 words or less #500 words or less prompts #nesta #cassian #nesta x cassian #cassian x nesta #nessian fanfic #nessian os #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf #acofas #modern au #parenthood au #fanfic #fanfiction #tara answers prompts

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nikolai-alexi · 9 months

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For @jegulus-microfic Prompt: Swear WC: 230

Tags: none for once! Just over dramatic Jegulus and tv shows and an obligatory drowning reference. Also Omg look at me remembering the “micro” portion of this! Who am i???

James’ eyes are cold. They’re narrowed and dark as he looms over Regulus. He’s pinned quite firmly to the bed beneath him, James’ grip tight and his face deathly still.

“I swear to Merlin, Morgana, Circe, and the Saints, Regulus Arcturus Black, if you restarted Supernatural without me again, I will drown you in the lake,”

Regulus is desperately trying to stop from laughing, forcing a mock serious look to take over his face, “Who, me?” He drawls, “Take the opportunity to thirst over Dean Winchester without you throwing a tantrum about it?”

He looks James straight in the eyes before allowing a smug smirk to curl around his lips, “I would never,”

James instantly moved in for the attack with a faux enraged gasp; his ribs and torso are mercilessly assaulted with tickles he can’t escape from no matter how hard he wiggles and flails in James’ grasp. Regulus screeches like a banshee and desperately tries to escape being tickled, but eventually, when he has literal tears rolling down his cheeks, his stomach hurts from laughing, and his face is red for lack of oxygen, he concedes defeat and cries for mercy.

“I swear!” He huffs, “I won’t watch anymore without you! Fucking hell,”

James sits on his haunches like a puppy, looking pleased as punch, “Now was that so hard?”

Regulus shoves him off the bed.

#jegulus microfic #1 august 2023 prompt #500 words or less #regulus black #james potter #jegulus

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moonsiemoon · 8 months

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september 1 - prompt: school - 476 words

@jegulus-microfic

James paces down the stairs under his cloak. He's late, fuck he's so late, and Regulus is going to kill him. It's the last day of the school year and they won't be seeing each other for almost three months. They should savour every minute but James is late because of some stupid argument about Quidditch he found himself in with some third years.

He walks down the corridors, no he runs like his life depends on meeting Regulus. He's scared that Regulus will not be there when he arrives, but it's the last day he'll wait.

James walks into the come and go room, trying to catch his breath. He pushes his hair back and looks around the room.

"You're late," Regulus says, sighing. "I wouldn't wait for you if it wasn't the last day." He then adds. He looks so good, he always does. His hair is wet a bit, probably showered before he came here. His tie is loose, normally it never is. He always loses his nerve just around James.

"I'm so sorry, Reg. I am so fucking stupid." James starts but Regulus turns his back and he starts to panic. "No, baby just look at me."

He knows Regulus has a soft spot for the word 'baby' and he hopes it would show the effect right now. Then he sees Regulus' shoulders get loose and he sighs in relief. He goes to touch Regulus' shoulders and starts to kiss his neck softly.

"I'm sorry baby," He holds Regulus' waists. He puts his head onto his shoulders. "Let me apologize." James whispers.

Regulus turns himself in to face James. He gazes down to James' lips and then to his eyes. He opens his mouth to say something but then decides to kiss him instead. The kiss is slow and sweet and everything James could want from a kiss. He feels like he's drowning everytime he kisses Regulus. He loves drowning in his lips.

"I just wanted to spend more time with you," he says with blown pupils. He puts his palms around James' cheeks, caressing them. "I won't be seeing you for months, for months James." He adds, his voice trembles like he is on the brink of crying.

"Fuck, don't cry." He pecks Regulus' lips and wipes his tears away. "I would hate myself if you cry because of me."

Regulus just nods his head and hugs James like he would rather die than let him go. He pulls him into his embrace and holds him tightly. He kisses his neck and moves up to kiss his lips. It's not fast or full of lust, it's just them saying goodbye to each other for a while.

"I'll be miserable the whole summer without you. I’ll miss you everyday." Regulus whispers into James' mouth.

"Yes, love. I know, me too."

#september 1 #500 words or less #jegulus microfic #by: moonsiemoon

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helria · 10 months

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Alex (SDV) - Sweet Tooth

Word Count: 453

"Oh! That stand actually works?"

Alex turned once he heard the loud, unmistakable hiss of a minecart, offering his signature smile in return for a somewhat frazzled grin from the town’s newest arrival. She wiped the soot off of her face while clambering out of her seat, readjusting the straps of her bag as several pounds of rock pressed against her back. "Hey, farm girl. Coming from the mines?"

"What gave it away?" She watched him lean against the counter as she approached, nearly motioning to do the same until she remembered the patches of slime still on her sleeves. She made a show of rolling them up before leaning in his face as well. "Dirty clothes not bothering you this time?"

"Hey, different people, different tastes. And this is pretty regular for you."

She raised a brow. "Meaning...?"

"Meaning," he threw right back, gesturing vaguely with his hand. "You're the only one I know that can make all... this... kind of work."

"Maybe you should join me next time, then. See if it starts growing on you too."

"Listen, you've got your thing, I've got mine. I'm plenty busy as it is."

She looked down to hide a laugh, pretending to clear her throat while turning to the signs. "Ice cream's more your speed, huh?" He shrugged and she hauled herself over to the proper front of the booth. "I didn't know this place still ran."

"Only in the summers. You're the first customer this year."

"That means I get a discount, right?"

"Nice try. It's 250g, even for all the pretty girls." He clicked the scooper a couple times while opening the tins, all freshly churned and untouched after being empty since last year. "So what'll it be? It should be good this time around, considering half of it's from your farm."

"Wait, you made this?"

"Yeah? Grandma had a machine, so it was just finding the recipes..." He looked back up once he noticed her stare, clicking the scooper again to distract from his reddening face. "What?"

Her eyelids fluttered as she tried to picture it. This cocky, arrogant little jock, trading in his varsity for an apron just to bake with his grandma. Carefully measuring milk and sugar to try and find the perfect blend. The corners of her mouth threatened to twitch into a grin. "...Nothing," she dismissed through tight lips, resisting the urge to ask if he'd teach her someday. "I'll get one of each. Four scoops."

"Sweet tooth, huh? Me too. Good choice." She tossed a few coins in the tip jar before taking the towering cone, watching his smile subconsciously widen at the brush of their fingertips. "See you around."

"Mm. You've got a new regular."

#fluff #stardew valley #alex sdv #alex stardew valley #stardew alex #fanfiction #oneshot #slice of life #500 words or less #this guy was raised by evelyn of course he knows how to make sweets

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coldercreation · 2 years

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Mini-Lizzy (884 words)

Liam pouted his way up the stairs, a scowl tugging on his brows as he poked the key at the front door. Of course it didn’t hit the target on the first try, so Liam huffed, frowning harder when he had to actually make the effort to enter the flat.

The keys made a too-loud noise when they finally landed into the small bowl at their entryway, and the door slammed shut behind him.

Liam scowled. The laces of his left shoe had come undone, now soggy and brown where they had been crisp and white before.

If his huffy sigh was accompanied by a childish growl, well. No one had to know.

“Why we so sour today, baby-Lime?” Isac asked, peeking out from the kitchen.

Well, no one except Isac, apparently…

When Liam didn’t manage to hide the wrinkle that had been making a home in between his brows, Isac crooned. He abandoned whatever it was that he’d been doing, and made his way to Liam where he was still stuck standing all dumb by the front door.

“One of those days, huh?” Isac asked when he got close, arms circling behind Liam’s neck, body swaying up as he rose to stand on his tiptoes. It didn’t really do much to make up for their height difference, but at this point Liam’s own body had learned how to mould around Isac’s.

It was pretty much automatic, how he leaned down and curled around the tiny imp. Like always, he pulled Isac tight against his front, breathing in his scent until his alpha was content with the knowledge that Isac was safely coddled in his arms.

Liam exhaled a grumble into the dip of Isac’s shoulder, nose rubbing against his scent gland.

“I overslept…” Liam muttered, eyes squeezing shut, and a telling shiver running up his spine when Isac kneaded into the tight muscles of his nape with merciless fingertips.

“Really? You?” Isac asked, voice soft but perked up in genuine curiosity. His scent was doing something sweet and soothing, and Liam chuffed against his shoulder, leaning into the freely offered comfort. “But you were already gone by the time I got up?”

Liam wasn’t the type to oversleep, he liked to get up early for his morning runs, liked to have his breakfast before the sun was even fully up. It was rare that he’d sleep through any alarm, but when it did happen…

“‘s that why we’re cranky today?” Isac teased gently when Liam just grunted, snuffling against the side of Isac’s throat, pressing the bridge of his nose under his jaw. “Were you proper late?”

“Michaels made me run laps…” Liam whined quietly, pout back on his lips, even as Isac tilted his head to offer him more room for scenting. “And... I forgot my phone...”

“Yeah, we noticed,” Isac said, lifting one hand to knot his fingers into Liam’s waves. “Kitty’s gonna keep you pinned all night for that, just so you know. He wasn’t too happy about it, waiting for a response for a couple of hours only to realise there wouldn’t be one.”

Liam whined again, shoulders pulling in some more, his forehead landing heavily on Isac’s bony shoulder.

“I know. Poor baby,” Isac chuckled, giving Liam’s hair a couple of good tugs. It was making Liam feel a little weak in the knees. “But you know how his A gets with those herding instincts. He’s not mad, just worried when we couldn’t get a hold of you.”

“Not m’fault…” Liam mumbled, pathetic and whiny and all droopy. “‘m tired. And sleepy. And coach was mean. Want cuddles.” Liam tightened his hold on Isac, and grumpily tilted his head to listen into the flat even though he already knew it was just them. “Where’s Kit, anyway?”

“Getting something from work, and then picking Natty up from the library,” Isac said. He then shook his head, laughing, “Y’two are honestly so weird. You want him to pin you, don’t you?”

Liam whimpered dramatically through his nose, leaning back and squeezing Isac until his feet left the ground. They wrapped around Liam’s waist instead. “Cuddles…”

“Awh, such a needy pup,” Isac cooed, mirth obvious in his voice. Both of his hands found their way into Liam’s hair, giving him pigtails on either side of his head, fistfuls of blond waves sticking out of his small fists. Liam cupped his own hands under Isac’s thighs and bum, pouting up at him with sad eyes, pleading. “Whatever should we do about this?”

“Will you take a nap with me?” Liam asked, hopeful, yet not very optimistic. Kit and Nathan were usually the ones to be down for some sleepy daytime cuddles, if they weren’t already passed out in the first place, but Isac… Well. It was always worth asking. “Just until…”

“Until alpha comes home and babies you, too?”

“Yeah!” Liam huffed, trying to sound cranky and demanding through his pout. The corners of his mouth kept tugging up. “And Nat.”

“And Nat, yes,” Isac repeated mock-seriously, soft laughter curled right behind his words. His freckles danced a little as he smiled down at Liam, grey eyes squinting slightly. “Kiss hello, first? Then I could maybe be talked into a quick na– mph!”

Liam pressed his lips against Isac’s, dimples carving in.

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apocalypse-shuffle · 5 months

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“Birthdays” w/ STU•M & BILLY• L | GHOSTFACE(s)

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“You know, as I get older I understand more and more why so many adults just don’t celebrate their birthday. Like so much bad shit happens around my birthday once it comes around I’m just not…excited anymore.”

There’s a weighted breath of silence after that from the guys. Being literally on top of Billy - only one of your legs laid over Stu’s torso - you can feel the big exhale he lets out and when you look up at him the expression on his face is oddly tender.

His sure hands - resting over the dark skin of your naked hips - squeeze in something like reassurance—

—“Lame,” Stu cuts in from where he’s settled along Billy’s side.

Like being tugged by a string you and Billy simultaneously cut a look in the other’s direction. Except Billy looks like he’s seconds away from cuffing Stu in the head and you’re caught somewhere between being insulted and curious.

Forcing Billy’s free hand from where he was rearing it back, and pressing his arm back to his side, you turn to raise a brow in Stu’s direction.

“Why’s that?”

Sharply Stu sticks his tongue out at Billy before averting his attention to you, his expression softening.

Laying sideways on the bed he props his head up so he can look at you better from your slightly elevated position.

“I just think it’s a little stupid is all; defining the success of your birthday by other people’s standards and then dropping the whole idea when it doesn’t work out.”

He makes a sound that’s somewhere between a scoff and a snort, nose scrunching cutely, and you know that if he wasn’t actually making you think right now you’d’ve leant over to press a kiss to the tip.

“Like,” Stu continues, “you let somebody else who doesn’t even know you plan your birthday. Of course it’s gonna suck.”

You find yourself nodding along and underneath you Billy finally relaxes. You can still feel the way he rolls his eyes though and know what’s coming before he’s even inhaled.

“Wow Stu, didn’t know you had it in you to rub that many brain cells together.”

This time when one of you rears back a hand to dole out a cuff it lands.

Billy recoils from you with an over exaggerated “Ow!” The laughter in his voice doesn’t dissipate though, nor does he seriously dislodge you from your allotted position.

“It was a joke! I was joking!”

You talk over his verbal flailing with an exasperated huff. “Stop being such a dick.”

Beside you two, Stu giggles, nonplussed, and cuddles in closer.

“Yeah, you dick,” he tacks on, arm wrapping around your waist to give him better leverage to press his lips to yours.

Neither of you pay attention to the way Billy snipes back at you both, but when he’s finally finished bitching neither you nor Stu reject his advances either.

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NOTES: I'm growing close to aging yet another year and am having feelings, so here.

Hope you enjoyed!

btw: This shit is short but you can still leave a comment if you want. Idk.

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zadezy · 2 months

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February 20, prompt: shiver, @jegulus-microfic

"Oh, baby, you don't think I don't see just how desperate you are for me, do you?"

The words sent shivers down his spine, the husky tone making his imagination run wild.

He felt him press closer, his back against James' chest, making him gasp. There were hands on his hips, pulling Regulus' body back, making him arch against James.

Every single thing Regulus wanted to say back, to tell James off left his mind. He was speechless and the only thing he could think of was James and everything he could do with those hands that started trailing up and down his sides slowly, teasingly.

He was frozen on the spot, his rational part of the mind telling him to pull away, but the other part, the one that was taking control, wanted to sink back into the warmth of another body, the one that he had been dreaming about for weeks.

Lips began travelling up his neck, tongue coming out here and there to leave a wet spot, until James reached his ear, biting it softly.

"Just let go sweetheart, I know how much you want to. Let me take care of you, " James whispered, before his lips latched onto his neck, sucking and biting right under Regulus' jaw.

He couldn't stop the whimper that left his throat, and the way his head rolled back and to the side to give James more room.

The smirk he could feel on his skin was cocky, but he couldn't think about cursing him out for being arrogant, not now that he was feeling so good.

He wanted more, he wanted everything James would give him.

"Fuck I- please James." he gave in, begging James even though he promised he wouldn't do it.

He lost and the chuckle James let out before he turned Regulus around and smashed their lips together told him exactly that.

[314 words]

#regulus black #james potter #jegulus #sunseeker #starchaser #marauders #microfic #jegulus fic #marauders fanfiction #500 words or less

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ecstarry · 2 months

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I don’t think we will ever know. I’m not brave enough. Not in this life, and I feel uncertain that I will be in the next one. Surely, I am not alone in this torment of 'what-ifs'. Surely, I am only this desperate because you are too. Surely, I am not in love on my own. Surely, you have thought about this too.

Sometimes, I dare to fantasise about us, and I truly commit to it. I picture myself coming home to you and leaving my bags on the kitchen counter after I take off my shoes in the entrance. I picture myself brushing my teeth next to you at night, and blushing, because you stare at me, and when I ask why, you reply with a simple ‘nothing’, with adoring eyes. I picture myself falling asleep next to you in your parent’s house when we visit them in the weekend.

But, I already have that with someone, and so do you.

Am I awful? Are the tears on the paper enough evidence that I am not proud of thinking about you that way? Maybe the reason I daydream so often is because I’m aware that our home can only reside in my mind.

James, sometimes it hurts. I keep telling myself that I must be mental, that all the love behind your eyes is platonic, but I know you enough, I think? And I see how you talk, and the way that you show people that you care. And yes, there’s love behind your eyes with them, but I see longing behind them when we find each other’s gaze. I see unspoken answers to questions we don’t need to ask, because we know. We both know, don’t we?

I’m scared beyond my mind that time won’t heal us. I’m scared that time will make us fall harder. I’m scared I won’t just get a scrapped knee but a broken bone. Or a broken heart.

You will never read this letter. Maybe in our next life we’ll meet each other sooner or with our hearts uncalled for, maybe distance won't be necessary. Maybe we won't allow our feelings to be caged, protected, separated, never close enough to touch.

So, I will say it, in the sanctity of my journal I will open the cage, just once, because I must admit it; I love you, James. I love you hopelessly, I fear. I love you, even if you are far from what I know I want. Because I shouldn’t want you James, it doesn’t make sense, it didn’t a year ago and it still doesn’t now. I’m sorry, that non of us are brave enough to change or to try.

I love you, and that is why I will close the cage again, and I will throw away the key.

Hopefully yours one day,

R.A.B

#marauders #james potter #regulus black #gay dead wizards #james x regulus #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus #jeggy #sunseeker #starchaser #writer #fanfic writer #journal entry #diary entry #dear diary #microfic #jegulus microfic #500 words or less

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megamindsupremacy · 1 year

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I need more dpxdc crossovers making use of the way technically, Valerie is Amity Park’s hero. Phantom is the menace running around destroying shit with other ghosts, and Valerie is the vigilante who’s dedicated herself to stopping them.

It can go a few ways- a post-reconciliation fic where Danny and Valerie have moved past their rivalry and now they’re buds. bros. besties. running around and corralling ghosts together. the Justice League is working off of way outdated info and they think Valerie is still the sole hero of Amity, fighting off Phantom and other ghosts as they try to take over the Living Realms. They try to interfere with a fight to help Valerie against Danny until they both stop like "dude why are you interfering in our spar, we're busy here, go away" and continue trying to knock each other into the ground.

Or they approach Phantom, thinking he’s the hero and not knowing anything about Valerie, until she shows up and attacks Danny, yelling about how he ruined her life. and now the JL think Phantom lied to them about being a hero and they’re on Valerie’s side helping her hunt down Danny, who is 10x more stressed than he was that morning before the Fucking Justice League started hunting him down trying to capture him while Valerie tells them all about how evil ghosts and Danny are, with help from the Fentons

Or Danny is an established JL member, and the JL doesn’t really know much about Amity or that Valerie exists at all, until they’re facing a relatively big ghost problem and Danny's like “alright we’re calling in the calvary”. The JL expects another ghost, like the clone Phantom apparently has that he brought to work one day, and then some woman shows up, punches Phantom in the arm for never calling her, and then the pair wreck ghostly shit together while everyone watches in awe

Or the reverse, where Valerie is an established JL member or at least auxiliary member, and she’s their on-call ghost expert. Until one day there’s a question she doesn’t have the answer to and she’s like “alright one sec let me call my friend Danny”, and an hour later a ghost flies through the wall, hugs her, yells something excited about SPACE!!! and helps them with whatever problem the JL is having. Everyone is like “hey i thought you hated ghosts?” and Valerie just goes “yeah, but this guy is cool.”

Or the JL approaches Valerie in Amity Park and she introduces herself as Amity Park’s sole ghost-fighting hero, don’t ask what happened to the last guy. Everybody fully assumes she was dating “the last guy” and he was killed by the ghosts, and she took his mantle to get justice. Turns out, no, “the last guy” is Danny and he’s no longer the Amity Park hero because now he’s the ghost king, and he’s in charge of the fuckers now. Nobody ever clarifies that no, Danny and Valerie were not a couple who fought ghosts together until Danny was killed by a ghost, forever warping his personality and forcing him into the position of Ghost King. Because you’re not supposed to ask about it.

There's so much you can do with it, I have so many thoughts

#mads posts #danny phantom #dc #justice league #dpxdc #dp/dc #danny phantom crossover #dc crossover #danny fenton #valerie gray #im supposed to be writing a paper #the paper needs to be 600 words #i have written ~300 in four hours #i wrote all ~500 words of this in 10 minutes #i hate this #btw when i say 600. exactly 600 words. no more no less #this teacher is ✨#edit: do NOT start character bashing I stg #containment breach

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theladyofdeath · 1 year

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500 words or less prompt: Elide walks in on Lorcan taking a bubble bath. There are candles.

A/N: There's something about fluff in a bathtub that just...gets to me. I hope you enjoy!

It was dark when Elide got home.

She had promised to be home hours ago but had to stay late at the bar. Her replacement had been running behind, their car battery dying, which led to Elide's early night off becoming just the same as every other night.

She came into the kitchen through the garage, seeing a cleaned plate on the counter. After looking in the fridge, she saw that Lorcan had made her a plate and set it in there after it was clear she wasn't coming home any time soon.

"Lor?"

He didn't answer.

The house was dark and silent, but his truck was in the garage so she knew he was home. After slipping off her shoes and hanging her keys on the hook, Elide made her way through the house. A candle was burning in the living room, and the t.v. was on but paused, halfway through a movie that Lorcan had apparently been watching.

"Lor?" she called again, in a sing-song voice. There was still no response as she began making her way upstairs. The house was old, each step creaking as she walked up the stairs. They'd gotten it cheap, as a fixer upper, and it was now the epitome of comfy and cozy.

As she made her way down the hallway, the softest of relaxing music filled the space.

Suddenly, Elide knew exactly where she would find him.

Through the master bedroom, Elide gently pushed open the door to the master bathroom and chuckled at the sight of Lorcan. His massive frame was submerged beneath a heap of bubbles in the tub. It smelled like lavender and vanilla; candles were strewn all around the bathroom. Soft, Celtic music played. Lorcan's eyes were shut.

Seeming to sense her presence, he said, "It's been a long day."

"People piss you off?"

"People always piss me off."

"Do I need to kick someone's ass?" Elide offered, still keeping her voice quiet.

Lorcan chuckled as he opened his eyes and looked at his wife. "I'll never say no to that. You're late."

She frowned. "I know. My replacement ran late. I saw my dinner in the fridge. Thank you."

He nodded, his eyes soft. He was clearly exhausted. "If you can wait to eat..." He gestured for her to join him.

Elide suppressed her grin. Lorcan was not a small man, but in contrast, Elide was a small woman. Even if he took up eighty percent of the tub, Elide only took up the other twenty.

"I don't know," she teased. "I'm pretty hungry."

Lorcan snorted as his eyes closed, once more. "I promise it'll be worth it."

Elide couldn't deny that. She stripped off her clothes and meandered into the tub, sitting idly on Lorcan's lap. He wrapped his arms around her and laid his chin on top of her head as the music played around them.

There was nothing sexual about it, only comfort. He rubbed her back gently, his fingers dancing across her skin smoothly, and just as Elide closed her eyes and began to drift into a state of utter calmness, Lorcan chuckled.

She opened her eyes and glanced up at him. "What?"

"I just imagined you kicking the ass of the sixty-year-old woman that made me want to quit my job today," he said, quietly. "It was satisfying."

Elide laughed quietly as she snuggled up against him, breathing him in. "Your twisted mind would find joy in that."

"If my mind is twisted, yours is just as bad."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Elide said, fingers trailing down his chest. "I'm nothing but pure and innocent."

Lorcan took her fingers and made them still before bringing them to his mouth and kissing each fingertip softly, teasingly. His tone set her on fire when he said, "You are not pure or innocent."

Elide grinned, refusing to correct him, because they both knew it was true. Their hands wandered one another until simple touches became unbearable. They made love to one another until the water ran cold, and it was nearly midnight before Elide got around to her dinner.

But she didn't mind.

#elide #lorcan #elorcan #tog #throne of glass fanfiction #elide x lorcan #lorcan x elide #modern au #fluff #oneshot #drabble #dabble #500 words or less #sjm fanfic #sjm fanfiction #throne of glass #fanfiction #fanfic #tara answers prompts

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steddieas-shegoes · 10 months

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Okay totally ignore this if it's not in your comfort zone I know it's not everyone's cup of tea <3

Steddie at a party. They're constantly teasing each other all night till it builds up all to much and they are so desperate and touchy. Like they don't even care about the other people in the room they're just desperately grinding on each other on the couch till they get off. Need me some needy and careless steddie for this sleep deprived brain.

It is wellll within my comfort zone but this is probably gonna take way more than just the little Drabble/blurb thing can handle

I’m almost certain one of my followers could do a short little thing with this better than I can

Gonna tag a few people who might (no pressure obviously) or if they know someone who might be able to!

@wynnyfryd @scoops-stevie @flowercrowngods @delta-piscium @legitcookie @sidekick-hero

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #I couldn’t do this in less than 500 words because when I get going on needy Steve #it’s game over #that’s a ten page dissertation

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helria · 1 year

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a little brighter - h|a

Word count - 360

He put a hand over his mouth as his eyes struggled to stay open, wandering into the kitchen to see someone already up. The team had rented out an entire place to stay during their trip. He was against it at first, thinking that it was just a matter of time before they caused some kind of chaos, but seeing her standing in front of the opened window was enough for to forget about it all. Everything was worth it in a single wordless moment.

He finished yawning and walked over to lightly hold her sides, easily resting his head on top of hers as his hands slowly moved forwards. She quietly set down the mug of tea she'd been sipping on to place a hand on his forearm. "Good morning to you too."

Her soft voice only earned a mumble in response, making her smile to herself as she leaned slightly against his chest. He held her just a little tighter, about to fall asleep again right then and there. "You should go back to bed if you're tired," she soothed quietly enough to nearly lull him off to sleep. "Practice isn't until noon."

"You know they'll make us do some bullshit before then." He sighed and forced his eyes open by just enough to look at her, moving his face to her shoulder and nesting comfortably beside the crook of her neck. "Besides. If you're here, I'm here. Just give me a couple minutes."

"Take as long as you need." She turned to leave a gentle kiss against his cheek before turning her gaze back over to the window to sipped her tea. They didn't say another word. He was comfortable standing with her, letting his guard all the way down while she enjoyed the peace and quiet of a Monday morning. Hers were always so impossibly busy.

She never got a chance to feel secure, much less relaxed, yet there he was giving her both. Loving her even when she didn't say a thing. Standing and waiting for her to do absolutely nothing. All he did was savor the company, and she loved his just as dearly.

#writing snippet #oneshot #500 words or less #fluff

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solradguy · 1 month

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Do you think one could attain decent-ish ability to read Japanese just by studying kanji? Specifically asking because the kanji learnin' service "wanikani" is the single Japanese resource that works best with my brain, but then there are separate resources for grammar and vocab and and and.....

You will get REAAAALLLLLYYY far knowing only the kanji but you're going to have to know hiragana and katakana at some point too. Tofugu, the company that did Wanikani, has two mnemonics-based guides for the kana that are basically Wanikani Lite. They're how I learned the kana and I swear by them.

Here's hiragana: https://www.tofugu.com/japanese/learn-hiragana/

And katakana: https://www.tofugu.com/japanese/learn-katakana/

Hiragana are especially vital to learning kanji; you won't be able to use 99% of Japanese-English dictionaries without them. BUT they're pretty easy and the rules for using them are consistent. You won't have to remember any irregular exceptions for any of them.

I haven't tried it yet, but I've heard really good things about the Crystal Hunters manga series as a fun/low stress way to learning Japanese vocab and grammar. It eases the reader into new concepts and then repeats them throughout the chapter so you remember them. There are free vocab and study guides/lists for each chapter too. Might be worth checking out once you get some kanji and the kana under your belt? The first book is also free.

Official site: https://crystalhuntersmanga.com/

Good luck!!

#asks #Japanese takes like a bajillion hours forever to learn because of the 2200+ kanji lol...........#But it's sooooo consistent grammatically and with the spelling. I love it #Kinda spoiled me tbh. I look at English now and I'm like #'Why can't you be more like this. Why are you such a mess. Get your act together'#And then there's Korean's hangul writing system. It's SO BEAUTIFUL. Actual marvel of linguist engineering #The Japanese lexicon is also a lot smaller than English's too. Which is both a blessing and a curse #Less words = quicker to learn. BUUUUUTTTT less words that mesh well with English. Translation is hard!!!#Holy fuck. Ok so Wikipedia says that the English language has 755`865 words as recorded by Wiktionary #and Japanese has 500`000 according to Nihon Kokugo Daijiten #BUT THEN KOREAN. ACCORDING TO ONLINE DICTIONARY URIMALSAEM (open source dictionary) HAS 1`149`538 WORDS #The biggest lexicon is Tamil's with 1`516`952 unique headwords as recorded by online dictionary Sorkuvai #That's absolutely nuts #I got massively distracted. Enjoy my word vomit tags

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