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Just a little something I thought of, don’t know if it counts as a microfic... I've never done one before... Its slightly... long???? I think I'm suppose to tag @jegulus-microfic ? Sorry if thats wrong!!!
lemme know what you think! (ill probably post this on ao3 actually.... maybe an extended version?? lemme know??)
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The wedding was loud as guests swung around the large dance floor. Regulus avoided them, moving to the side of the room, a cup grasp in his hand.
It was the wedding a cousin of James, who's name entirely escaped Regulus even now after hearing it several times. James himself was off dancing somewhere in the middle of the crowd, every now and again Regulus would catch a glimpse of him either spinning or being spun by some one.
It didn't bother Regulus as much as James thought it would have when he had asked, but in all honestly, Regulus wasn't big on dancing. Besides the only dances he really knew were the more traditional ones which would stick out like a sore thumb here and really didn't fit the beat.
"Having fun?"
Whipping around, wine nearly sloshing over the rim of his glass, Regulus came face to face with Euphemia Potter. The current Matriarch of the Potter family, Lady Potter and James' Mother.
They spoke often, so Regulus let the true easy smile he saved for people he actually liked fall across his face, replacing the look of mild interest he held before.
"Ah, yes. It's a lovely event."
"Good, I'm glad you're enjoying it."
Euphemia's eyes shone with something that Regulus couldn't quiet identify as she looked between Regulus and her son, who was, by now, loudly singing along to the song while spinning around with yet another cousin.
They stood there for a moment, both sipping their respective drinks as Fleamont joined his son in the impromptu karaoke, along with a few other guests. Bending over their wands while they yelled the lyrics, while others clapped along to the accompanying music.
"When you and James get married, I think it may be best to get some dance lessons before hand."
Regulus choked on his wine. Marriage wasn't something that had even come up in conversation before, not seriously at least. And defiently when Sirius wasn't around.
He knew that eventually James did want to get married, he had mentioned it in passing before. But for Regulus, the thought of getting married made him... not ill, but defiently not bursting at the seems with joy.
He loved James. And would love him forever. He could stay with him until his death and he would be happy, but the idea of actually 'tying the knot' was something that made his throat close over.
Something else stood out in Euphemia's words however, and it was better to focus on that than the thought of marriage right now.
"When?"
Smiling at him, Euphemia placed a hand on Regulus' arm and spoke;
"Of course when. The stars in you twos eyes are more than enough to fill the night sky."
A pause as a thought occurred to her;
"At least twice over at that."
Taking a sip from her own glass, she nodded to herself before motioning to Fleamont who had just fallen over trying to dance, though Regulus wouldn't call it that.
"I better go see if he's alright."
Calling over her shoulder, "Stay safe, dear!", before vanishing into the now huddling crowd leaving Regulus alone with his half filled wine glass.
When.
James, in an attempt to distract from his fathers fall was now attempting the same move his father had just fallen from. Smiling, Regulus took another sip as the sounds of laughter echoed through the room.
Maybe he didn't mind the thought of marriage after all.
#harry potter marauders#marauders fandom#marauders#james potter#regulus black#jegulus#marauders fic#Euphemia Potter#Fleamont Potter#james fleamont potter#james loves regulus#james and regulus#james potter x regulus black#james x regulus#regulus x james#mircofic#sunchaser#sunseeker#starchaser#jegulus microfic
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a letter to petunia
This is more Lily and Petunia nonsense that I wrote the other night. This one is a letter that Lily wrote to Petunia when the Potters went into hiding. My AO3 is here if you are interested.
Petunia,
I don't think that you will ever have to read this but I'm writing it just in case. If you are reading this it means that the worst has happened, and for that I am sorry. I'm also sorry for all the things that I have left unsaid, and for all the broken pieces of us that I will never be able to piece back together, but there are some things that I want you to know.
The first is that I love you. I know that we haven't been close in years, and likely we never will be but I need you to know that I never stopped loving you. You were there for me and protected me when we were small. I know we were forced to grow up too fast and I know that you tried to shield me from that. You shouldn't have had to do that.
I know we fought but when I think of you I remember the happy days of our childhood. The summer days were spent at the neighborhood pool, or riding our bikes by the creek. I miss those days and everything that came with them. I miss when we loved each other out in the open, when you were the other half of me, completing me in a way only a sister could.
I know I didn't do enough, and I know that I left you in that house. I'm sorry. I don't regret doing it because it led me to who I am. It led me to James and brought me Harry but I am sorry that there wasn't a way that I could find myself and not lose you.
When we were young I thought you were the most beautiful person in the world and I hope that one day you will be able to look back at our childhood and see yourself the way that I saw you. Beautiful and brave.
This war that I got myself caught up in is terrifying, and I can't let you get caught in the crossfire, but Pet I'm scared. I'm scared that I'll die and my life won't mean anything. I'm scared that I lost you for nothing. I'm scared that every terrible thing I thought about me, and you, and us is true.
I know that you pushed me away because you were scared. Scared of us being different, and scared of losing me. I know because I pushed you away for the same reasons. I forgive you for what you've said and what you've done and I hope one day you will be able to forgive me.
If you get this letter it means that I'm dead which means that James and Harry are too. I want you to know that if I'm gone and they are too you are the last piece of me. I think that you'd be sad if that happened because I would be sad if I lost you again, but I don't want you to be sad forever. I mean to be sad for a little bit, you know I always loved the attention, but don't be forever.
Go and live and be happy. Find what it is in life that makes your heart sing and do that, and when he is old enough I hope that you will tell Dudley about me. Tell him about your magical sister who you sometimes hated but who always loved you. Tell him that I loved him even though I never met him, and tell him how good you were back then. And then tell yourself that even though everything is broken you were always enough for me.
All of my love,
Lily Potter
#marauders#marauders era#lily evans#lily potter#lily evans potter#petunia and lily#petunia dursley#petunia evans#siblings#evans sisters#harry potter#the marauders era#mwpp era#petunia evans dursley#marauders fanfiction#mircofic#marauders microfic#the marauders#marauders headcanon#young marauders#atyd#hp marauders#james potter#mwpp#jily referenced#marauders fandom#dysfunctional family#family#evans family#sisters
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prompt 21: fresh
f/f female!harry potter once again idk if this is magical or muggle. we’re just vibing.
written for @hinnymicrofic
She smelled the cookies before she even reached the kitchen. Freshly baked. She’s apologizing for something, Ginny thought to herself. Hallie is an excellent baker, but she doesn’t do it often. Only on special occasions or when she feels bad about something she did. As she walks into the kitchen she mentally runs through any upcoming important dates – birthdays, anniversaries, galas, games – and comes up empty.
Best to catch her by surprise then.
“What did you do this time?” she asks loudly when she crosses the threshold into the kitchen. It’s a small space. Cozy and still modern. They could afford more space, but they both adore how quaint and quiet their flat is now.
Hallie stiffens but doesn’t turn away from the cookies she’s placing on the cooling rack. “Why do you have to assume that I’ve done something? Maybe I just wanted to make cookies for my girlfriend.”
“Hallie,” Ginny says sternly “Turn around.”
When Hallie pauses what she’s doing but doesn’t turn around right away, shoulders still tense, Ginny gets nervous. What could she have done that made her so nervous? Now Ginny’s panicking and wondering if they’re breakup cookies. But she’s not that much of a prat. Right?
When Hallie finally does turn around she looks nervous.
Ginny raises a ginger eyebrow as if to tell her to get on with it.
“Imayhaveletitsliptoyourmumthatwewantababy”
“Hallie, you know I can’t understand you when you jam all of your words together.”
“Right.” She takes a deep breath. “Please don’t be mad, but I may have accidentally, uh, sorta, kinda, let it slip to your mum that we’ve started discussing having a, um, baby.”
Ginny blinks before turning on her heel and heading into the sitting room.
“I hope you made a lot of cookies, and please bring the milk in with you once they’ve cooled,” she says over her shoulder. “I swear Hallie, you are the worst secret keeper ever. She’s going to be insufferable!”
“I know! That’s why I’ve been baking all day. It was an honest mistake,” Hallie yells back.
Likely story. Hallie’s been giddy ever since Ginny finally decided she was ready to start a family.
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Vanquish
"...I’d much rather go to yours.” Harry smiled, licking his lips and not even giving a damn about how it sounded. He watched Malfoy’s hands flex against the wheel and tried not to think about them flexing against other things.
“Fuck’s sake.” Draco breathed out, his voice ragged and tired sounding. Harry felt himself sobering up just a bit.
“How’d you find me anyways?” Harry asked, tearing his eyes away to look out the window, watching as the empty fields passed them by.
#mircofic#drarry#drarry microfic#draco malfoy#draco x harry#harry potter#draco malfoy/harry potter#drarry fanfic#ao3 fanfic
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"one step closer"
written for day 7 of january for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "headache" totaling 317 words
“Hey James?” Sirius walked into their dorm bedroom after visiting with Regulus. The two brothers tried to get with each other and do something, whether it be sit next to each in silence and do their own individual things, or go outside and play quidditch.
James set down his quill, “yeah mate?" He asks.
“So, Regulus asked me a funny question.” Sirius came and sat down next to James and looked at him inquisitively. “He asked me why you weren't in class today? Which, I admit, seems like a pretty normal thing to ask. But” He adds emphasis on the ‘but’ and leans forward in his chair. “He rarely asks me about my friends, and when he does, he makes insolent jokes, he doesn't check up on you? So.” He leans back, clasps his hands, and places them on his lap as if expecting an answer.
The reason why James was not in class today was because he had a headache and he simply did not feel like going. Besides, what was one day of missed class? James knew he would be missing out on seeing Regulus that period, but his pounding headache was all he could think about.
“I’m not quite sure what you want me to say, Pads?”
Sirius shrugs, “I’m not either, but I just found it a little odd he cared; but my brother is a mysterious person, so I shouldn't have expected anything else.” He laughs and grabs his own school books out of his bag and begins to work on some assignments due.
James, on the other hand, was not sure he could go back to working on his assignments. His thoughts of Regulus caring about him, Regulus asking Sirius about him, had James lost in thought. This little development meant so many doors opened for James, and damn him if he wasn't going to use at least one of them.
classes start up again tomorrow rip sleep
-a.s.
#james potter#regulus black#jegulus#starchaser#sunseeker#james x regulus#regulus x james#james loves regulus#james fleamont potter#regulus arcturus black#the marauders#maraduers#jegulus fic#jegulus microfic#addisonstars#addisonstars mircofic tag#addisonstars jegulus microfic tag:#im having so much writing these little fics#so much fun
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I'm thinking about Dennis/Percy again
Just like-- I just--
Finding comfort in someone instead of finding other ways of handling your emotions
finding someone at your darkest point who just understands your pain and grief and somehow knows how to make you feel better
Wanting to help someone so much but with one wrong step you could cause so much more damage
Crying!! being held while crying!!!
trying to build up a new family
not to replace your old one but to find some sense of safety
some sense of feeling anything but the near emptiness that's been beating down on you for years
bringing out good parts of each other that no one knew were even there
Like they're sitting in Percy's living room for the third time this month. By now the tears have dried. The fear always in his heart has lessened and for once Dennis feels light and happy in a way he hasn't felt at all in the years since the war.
In the years, since he put his brother into the ground.
And he has to kiss him. He doesn't know what he'll do if he doesn't. He doesn't want that darkness to overtake him again.
i just aaaaAA i have feelings and thoughts that i am so bad at articulating but i want someone to understand my vision.
Also side note
but imagine Colin and Fred watching over people from the afterlife and just going What-
like listen
Fred charging into Colin's afterlife living space just like
"You're brother fucking kissed my brother."
and then they end up just gossiping about it for 20 minutes.
Fred was taken off guard because he's mostly obviously been watching George over anyone else. Meanwhile Colin's pretty much seen this coming for awhile since he typically is keeping an eye on Dennis.
Like the first time when Percy found him crying in a random hallway away from the feast he thought Dennis was just finally breaking but when Dennis took him up on the offer to chat more he immediately went click and he was like oh no- Dennis is gonna get hurt.
#percy weasley#dennis creevey#Dennis Creevey/Percy Weasley#i am holding their little doll heads and making them smooch as we speak#Firmly think Dennis is the one making the first move in this relationship#because 100% Percy thinks this is platonic until that very moment maybe even past it#a little mircofic thrown in as a treat#yes i will keep talking about my dumb little ships sorry to disappoint/j
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Jegulus / Fluff Friday even though it’s Thursday
Regulus’ birthday gift to James when they’re apart for spring holiday
James scans the title, ‘Don’t Go Far Off’. As his eyes start to follow the first sentence, he jumps. A voice pushes its way into his thoughts. He looks around the room, sure he’ll find Regulus standing somewhere beside him. How else could he be hearing his voice so clearly? When his eyes leave the words of the page the voice suddenly stops. For a moment he wonders if he’s going mad with longing, until he returns his focus to the poem and the voice begins again.
Regulus’ voice is quiet and soft, like a parent reading a story to a child. He continues reading, line after line, as Regulus’ polished inflections recite the words aloud in his head.
‘Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long
and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station
when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.
Don't leave me, even for an hour, because
then the little drops of anguish will all run together,
the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift
into me, choking my lost heart.
Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach;
may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.
Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,
because in that moment you'll have gone so far
I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,
Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?’
James is floored as he reads the poem again, then one more time. The spell of Regulus’ voice drifts over each heartbreaking word. As he reads the last word of the final line, a tear falls onto the page as Regulus’ voice fades. He quickly wipes it away, fearful of disturbing the charm imbibed on the page. He brings his hand over his mouth, overwhelmed by how personal this gift is. Another link between their souls no matter where they are physically. He takes a deep breath in an attempt to not lose his composure completely.
He flips the page, curious if any of the other poems will be spelled with that velvety voice. A piece of parchment is slipped in between the binding of the next pages. He pulls it out slowly, afraid to crinkle even the corner. He holds his breath as he reads Regulus’ own musings that he’s hidden among someone else’s words. It begins with no address, only a matching sun marked at the top of the parchment.
‘If you aren’t in shock from receiving a book written by a dead muggle for your birthday, I hope you were able to find the correct page. These are the kind of words you deserve to hear, and ones that I give to you in place of being able to write them myself. I would in fact wander the earth to find you. If allowed, I will follow you to every corner, to anywhere or to nowhere. Anywhere that pleases you. I would always come back for you.
Happy Birthday, with all the love in the pages of this book, plus one more that I add myself.’
#regulus would love Pablo Neruda and poetry that is canon#he’s a sap and James eats that shit up#jegulus#james potter#regulus black#jegulus fic#starchaser#marauders#jegulus fluff#fluff friday#Jegulus mircofic#ao3fic
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sooner or later i knew telling my friends i had a tumblr would come back to get me-
#my friend is now reading my wolfstar mircofic and im dying of shame-#nikos random thoughts#shit post
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This has been stuck in my head ever since reading the little Jily/PJO mircofic by @alittlebitofeverything23 So, now I have to join in. With 600 words we also humbly offer this to @jilymicrofics though it might not quite fit a prompt.
Capture the flag was the highlight of camp activities and to James Potter, it was his whole life. He lived for the strategy and fights. It was thrilling! And as a son of Athena, he saw it as a way to honour his godly parent. Nothing quite came close to the pride he could feel swelling in his chest when they won. His offerings smelled extra fragrant on those nights.
He was one of the lucky ones. He had loving mortal parents who had always called him their miracle child. Their gift from the gods. They wrote to him and sent him care packages from home. Who had been sad to let him stay there when he got too old, too skilled. When dangerous things would come to interrupt their time together.
Then there was his brother for all intents and purposes. Sirius. From the moment they met, they were inseparable. Always by each other's side. Be it in battle or kitchen duty. They were half the noise coming from the Athena cabin and all the trouble.
Their third man came from the Apollo Cabin, shaggy-haired and warm like the sun itself. Always down for a laugh and best of all; remarkable foresight. Absolutely invaluable when planning anything. Where the other team went in blind, James trusted blindly in his friend's precognition.
Their quartet was rounded up by Peter, son of Demeter. Provider of snacks and deceptively sneaky despite his heavy footfalls. Always keen to listen to the whispers of the forest to give them an edge.
With the four of them, they never lost. Holding an incredible record of seven wins in a row. Until she showed up.
Lily arrived around the same time as them. But unlike the four boys remained unclaimed for a long time. Long enough that people started to speculate.
Some said she had to be a daughter of Apollo, picking up healing as easily as the senior campers. But Apollo never shied away from claiming his children. Especially not those as capable as her.
After hearing her scream and carry on at none other than James for pushing her into the lake, people decided Ares must be her father. The god of war did nothing, even when she broke James's precious winning streak.
Plenty of campers mentioned Aphrodite and Lily would laugh at them, flick her fizzy braids over her shoulder and walk away. A brave few even subtly asked Mr. D. why he had not claimed his daughter yet. But they would be laughed off the porch.
Whispers starting to go around the camp. Lily was a forbidden child, a daughter of Zeus himself. That is why she remained unclaimed. She was doomed to be Hermes's guest forever.
It was rare for a half-blood to be claimed by anything other than the Big 12. That no one seemed to figure it out, to see it coming.
Lily was claimed by Hecate. A child of magic itself. Fearsome on the battlefield and off.
To James, this meant one thing, and one thing alone. He needed her on his team. Partly because he believed that with real magic they would be utterly unstoppable. Which was accepted with a hum of agreeing voices during their strategy meeting.
Partly because he was convinced he could get the redhead to kiss him if she would only see how skilled he actually was. This he only brought up with his friends, who laughed at him.
Little did they know that, eventually, it was James who'd get the last laugh. Flag raised high in victory, he had captured it. Another victory under his belt.
Though no capture tastes as sweet as Lily who had captured his lips.
#jily#jily fic#james potter#lily evans#jily fanfiction#jple#percy jackson#pjo#crossover fic#jilymicrofics
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I feel like I’m too much and I don’t know how to be less.
I am in my late teens and go to an extremely tiny rural school for reference
I have something undiagnosed like adhd or something which makes me obviously be different from my neurotypical friends. And usually it doesn’t affect our relationships but I feel like recently everything I say or do gets a reaction simlair to “you’re too much.” It’s not like I’m some crazy person who jumps into loving cars. The most crazy thing I do is trespass to climb a cool tree.
growing I had a phrase where I truly hated myself because people told me I’m too much and I’m afraid of that happening again.
I just don’t know what to do cause I. Feel bad whenever I think about speaking up but at the same time sometimes I know I’m a bit much (I’m a certified yapper), but I just don’t know how to turn off. I’m afraid to lose my friends because I can’t turn off my mind and thoughts.
Do you have any tips to help me manage my mind or how to bring it up to my friends?
also your mircofics are awesome and your a talented writer.
- yapper anon
Hi hon! <3
If someone thinks you're too much, then they're not good enough.
I know it's easier said than done, but there is NO reason why someone should judge you for liking to talk, or not being able to turn off your mind. And if they do, they're not good friends to have.
One trick I've learned, though, is if you're feeling self-conscious of your anxiety or talking, instead of apologizing, say "thank you."
I.e: "Thanks for listening to me talk!" "Thanks for always being there to let me rant!" "Thanks for being such a good friend!"
It's more positive for YOU because it gives you the message that you deserve the love, and it's positive to your friends because like...all friends need love too!
Also, if you ever need to 'yap' to someone, I'm here <3
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Werewolves and Wolfie Mirandy Fics
Amberlight by je_talveran– Werewolf Miranda
Blood and Sex by Melanacious https://melanacious.livejournal.com/15650.html
Caught Between the Moon and New York City by Punky_96-werewolf Miranda then Andy
Coming Home by Punky_96 (Sequel to Caught Between the Moon, and also a Xover with Rizzles)
Howling for my Protection Series by Dragonposeidon – werewolf
An Alpha Sheriff and A New Threat https://archiveofourown.org/series/1549720
Mate For Life by chiaroscuroxvii – Werewolf Andy
Teen Wolf by Punky_96- Werewolf
The Beast You Made of Me by PunchingApricots https://archiveofourown.org/works/14364945/chapters/33161301
The Devil’s Run by Bearblue– Werewolves- Miranda wolf and Andy Nymph
Unstoppable by Punky_96 – werewolf https://archiveofourown.org/works/32314447/chapters/80101483
Which Shape? By Trainedsnake – dog (Emily) https://archiveofourown.org/works/33206692
White Wolf – Wolf/Witch Miranda
You’re Very Fetching, So Go Fetch by Charlotte Priestly & Elle-Nic –Dog Miranda https://archiveofourown.org/works/24235207
Stop Trying to Make Fetch Happen by Charlotte Priestly & Elle-Nic – Dog Miranda https://archiveofourown.org/works/24388267
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prompt 16: holiday
gender au/post war [278 words]
written for @hinnymicrofic
Hallie blinked at the man in front of her, lazily leaning against a kitchen counter as he sipped his tea. She took her glasses off and wiped them free of any smudges. Rubbed her eyes. Blinked again. Put her glasses back on and just as she was contemplating pinching herself awake, he scoffed.
But he shouldn't scoff at her because there’s no way she’s living in a reality where her extremely overprotective godfather is begging her to go on holiday with her boyfriend.
“I’m sorry but you have to understand that I find it hard to believe that my overprotective uncle who takes joy in scaring the shite out of any male who looks at me for more than 3 seconds,” at this, Sirius looks like he’s going to argue, “and don’t say that you don’t because you do.” She leans forward on the kitchen island so she can really look him in the eyes, “You want me to believe that you’d be okay with me going on holiday with my boyfriend? Unsupervised.”
“You don’t need to act surprised!” Sirius says. He sounds offended.
“You threatened him two weeks ago for having his hand on my waist.”
“It was dipping into dangerous, unbecoming territory!”
“Sirius, I’m an adult woman who does adult things with her boyfriend,” Hallie says slowly. They’ve had this conversation many times over the past two years. She understands where he’s coming from to an extent but he’s become stifling and exhausting to deal with – no matter how much she loves him.
“I don’t want to think about that!” he whines.
Smirking, Hallie says, “I know, so let’s talk about my holiday destination options instead.”
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Hi lovely, it’s my birthday today and i was wondering what mamma mia! Reg and james would do for their birthday!
Would they go out, stay in or have a small gathering?
I adore all your characterization’s and how you write!
Have a lovely day and week! ❤️
Hello Sweetie!!! Happy Birthday!!! I hope it was absolutely wonderful and fantastical and you spent it exactly how you wanted to!!! 🖤🖤🖤
So I think James would do a big thing, but definitely stay on the island!! James would probably find a reason to do karaoke, and sing off pitch—maybe dance on the tables—while confessing how much he loves Regulus and Harry. Reflecting on the year he’s had, and how much better of a year this was (with all the bumps aside). He would look forward to the time he gets with his new family, and be excited about spending quality time with them. Also I can’t explain it, but he would want one of those triple chocolate cakes say its the only time he can justify it. He is also the type of person who has birthday week, doing whatever he wants because ‘it’s his birthday’.
For Regulus there would be no big party. James would make him breakfast in bed, and they would catch a ferry to the mainland— and the first thing he would do is call Harry to talk to him. They would go every used book shop in the city, looking at all the different books. When there was one in Greek, Regulus would try to guess what it was about based on the cover, and James would tell him if he was right or wrong. Likewise, if they found french books James would try to guess what they were about, although his answers were always something completely ridiculous. They would go to dinner at a small but nice restaurant, and catch the last ferry home. It would be dark, and they would stop home briefly to drop off the book, make some tea and grab blankets before doing to sit under thier tree. Listen to the ocean, and watch the stars map out all the tragedies in the sky, and Regulus would be thankful that his story was not one of them.
And since it is your birthday here is a little mircofic, of a what-if for the Mama Mia AU where Regulus and James did not break up, and raised Harry on the island together.🖤
because it’s happier than any cannon stuff I could write 😂
please excuse all the typos, I did not edit it.
“Harry no jumping!” was all the warning Regulus got, he did not even have time to open his eyes before a human cannon ball was slamming into his back.
A winded groan escaped him as the toddler repeatedly jumped on his back, shouting at the top of his lungs “HAPPY BIRTH-DAY PAPA!”
Flipping them over, Regulus pinned the wild child under him, and wrapped him tightly in his arms.“What a nice pillow.” He said pretending to fluff the boy, before laying his head on Harry’s chest, listening to his heart pound wildly in his chest.
“I’m not a pillow!” Harry giggled, trying to wiggle away.
Regulus, huffed rolling Harry over to lay on his back. “Where did you get these pillows James? They are horrible, we need replacements.”
Harry squealed, trashing wildly about, “That’s because I’m not a pillow!” He said between laughter.
“I’m afraid, that would be our son, Jann.” James laughed watching them from the edge of the bed.
Regulus sat up, looking shocked to see the small boy, “Oh, well, yes I think that would explain it. Little boys do not make good pillows.”
Seeing his chance to escape, Harry crawled away, towards James bouncing as he did so. “I wanna give it to him.” Harry said in a mock whisper, holding his hands out for the tray in James hands.
“I thought it was too heavy?” James raised a playful brow.
“Yeah, to carry up that stairs Dad, but I can do it now.” With all the sassy of thier eight year old could muster.
James relented, letting the small boy take the tray, whispering a small, “Be really careful.”
“I know. Papa close your eyes.” Regulus sat up, holding his hands over his eyes. Feeling the bed dip as Harry waddled across the bed, laying the tray on his lap. “Okay! Open them!”
There was a plate with two pieces of slightly burnt toast with very smashed avocados on top, sprinkled with what Regulus would guess was feta and a boiled egg on top. A few wildflowers had been picked and placed next to a bowl with cubed watermelon. James was holding two cups in his hand, with what Regulus could only hope was fresh coffee.
“I made it all myself.” Harry beamed.
Regulus glanced up to James, and the two shared on of the parental-psychic conversations, over if James had really let the eight year old use a knife. The answer was no, but Harry had done, basically the rest of it.
“Merci mon, Coeur.” He pressed a kiss into the boys temple.
“Ton papa bienvenu.” Harry curled up into Regulus side, resting his head on his Papa’s shoulder, sneaking bits of watermelon off Regulus’ plate.
James handed his husband his morning coffee, sitting at the end of the bed. The three chatting about spiderman and pirates. Regulus could not help but think how lucky he was to share this life with the two greatest loves of his life. Nudging James with his foot, the two shared a glance, sharing a secrete smile.
It seemed the two had an entire day planned for them, after breakfast. Downing the last bits of his coffee, Regulus chased the two out of the bedroom to get changed. James was already helping Harry with his shoes, and grabbing the key for the jeep.
Loading up, the family found themselves at the docks. Birds flying overhead in the bight sun, clear blue water breaking against the stones. “Do I get to know the surprise yet?” Regulus asks, swinging his hands with Harry.
“Nope.” The boy answered, trying to run up the dock.
They walked to the end, staring out over the endless sea. Regulus closed his eyes, taking a breath letting the sun warm his face, with a content smile.
“Your chariot awaits.” James dramatic gestured at a small boat slapping against the dock, it’s white paint flaking off around the side. Harry, always the daredevil, jumped right in before either of them could help him into the small fishing boat.
Regulus gave his husband a pointed look, “Are you serious?”
“No, that’s your brother. I’m James your husband.” He grinned fixing his glasses.
Regulus scoffed shaking his head. “It’s still not a funny joke.”
“Then why are you smiling?” James hummed, pressing a quick peck on his check. “Now, come on, we have big plans.” He held out a hand for Regulus to take.
Living on an island had it’s perks, Regulus sat on the dock before scooting into the boat, without need any help. “Careful Papa.” Harry said, holding on the the handles of the paddles.
“I am always careful.” Regulus smiled, sliding into one of the seat.
James smiled untying them before stepping in with ease, bracing himself on the side before taking his seat— the one with the ores . With in minutes, they were already out of the shallows of the island.
Harry insisted on helping his father with the rowing. He also insisted that Regulus not help since it was his birthday. That was perfectly fine with him. Taking the camera from around his neck, Regulus focused on taking pictures of his boys’ trying to capture all thier laughs in a single frame—a single picture. It was impossible.
“Where are we going?” Regulus asked as they drifted further and further from the island.
“Its a secrete.” Harry grinned, tongue poking out from his missing tooth.
“Not much further.” James huffed, digging the oar into the water, muscles moving as he did. Regulus was not to proud to admit that he was checking him out, and quickly snapped a shot as the muscle bugled again.
“Oh.” Regulus clamped a hand over his mouth as the small island came into very. Casting James a watery glance. No, how did he not notice it sooner? It was their island— the one they had gone to thier first day on the island. Regulus has talked about bringing Harry here for years, it had just never been the right time, but there were here now.
Jame hopped over the side, waist deep in his trunks, pulling them the last little distance up the beech. Harry leaned over the front as they pulled the little boat up onto the sand. Regulus scooped him up into his arm, before jumping out the boat, still in awe.
“How?” Regulus mouth fell open, taking in the scene before him. It was not a bare beech, instead there were chairs, and a cooler, even umbrellas to block out some the sun.
James wrapped his arms Regulus waist, pulling him in close for a kiss. “Happy birthday, my love.”
Regulus pressed his forehead, to James looking into the veins of gold in his hazel eyes. “Thank you.” He breathed, before pulling him in for another tender kiss.
There was a wet slap, and James jolted forward with a gasp. Looking over his shoulder mouth gaping. Harry tried to hide his smile, even as his hands dripped his wet sand—the same sand that had just hit James squarely in the back.
“Oh, it’s so on.” James peeled off his shirt, and Harry shrieked playfully, running straight into the water as his dad chase after him. Kicking up huge waves of water. He caught up with the boy, swinging him up into arms, even as Harry kicked and flailed, before dunking them both under the waves.
As Regulus watched James chasing Harry through the crashing waves, he could not imagine a better life. Just the three of them in at the edge of the world. What more could he ask for his birthday?
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"just james"
@jegulus-microfic / day 15: glasses / 193 words
Some people could say that glasses are unattractive. Others would call people with glasses names like “four eyes” or “nerd” and other names. Even people with glasses hate wearing glasses. But Regulus was not like some people, or others.
Regulus loved glasses, and better yet he loved the face they resided on. He hoped James would never get contacts, because Regulus loved the way James’ wiry round framed glasses looked on his beautiful face.
Sometimes, he would daydream about his glasses coming askew from kissing him. His hands would slide up on his face, just slightly coming up under the frames in a way that would push them off his face and he’d be able to see his brown eyes with no glass in his way.
Those beautiful brown eyes of his, the ones that turn almost golden in the sunlight but a rich shade of chocolate brown in the dark. The eyes that hold all the smiles and sunshine you could ever want or need. It was safe to say that Regulus was a little obsessed with his eyes. And his glasses. And just James in general, if Regulus was being honest.
some reggie pov for you!!
-a.s.
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is it cheating to use alot of my old incomplete drafts for mircofic may? maybe but ima do it anyway
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Bottom Five
Tagged by @tackytigerfic! This is the one where you look at your five least read works per the AO3 hit count doo-dad on your stats page, and say a few words about them.
I've looked purely at Drarry here, and I also pruned out a collection of mircofics because those started out on Tumblr and some of them got lots of eyes on them so I don't think they should count. And also my Suds fic (Relief) which was only posted on the weekend so that one really shouldn't count either because it's only been up for a matter of days.
This is what I ended up with:
You Learn Something New Every Day: An oldie from my LJ days (2006). Harry is well meaning but neither thinks before acting nor knows his own strength. Very silly and short. I was finding my comedy feet, I think this may have come out of an impromptu prompting frenzy.
Breakfast: Another from the class of 2006. Harry is obsessed with breakfast and Draco, and moons over him while away for work. I have a strong feeling this was a gift fic but I'm foggy on the details after all this time. Again, silly. My obsession with food was evident from the beginning.
Counterparts: 2005! The oldest one I've got on AO3 I think. Draco is a handful (two handfuls, actually) and Harry loves it. The Draco in this is 95% me ("When Draco is in charge of the grocery shopping, he comes back with seven different types of fizzy drink and an avocado, and nothing from the list." - directly inspired by real life events). This is possibly one of my favourite things I've ever written because it's just fun and full of love.
Roast Lamb and Red Wine Gravy: Another 2006 special, originally this was two related one-shots but I mushed them together when I re-archived on AO3. The second chapter is much better than the first. This is pre-Deathly Hallows so is not canon compliant. Draco is paying for his part in the war, and is feeling pretty sorry for himself. This was a departure for me at the time, my comfort zone was established relationship, slice of life comedy, and this is very moody and tense.
Receipts: a newish one from a few months ago. I'm a big fan of Pansy and Ginny being agents of chaos, and I'm also a big fan of absolutely Claggy levels of sexual tension between the boys. That feeling when you like someone SO MUCH and you're pretty sure it's going to tip over but you're sort of letting it balance on the edge there for a minute longer because the flirting and banter is just *chef's kiss*. Also that feeling when your best friend is a total pain in the arse and you want to murder them but they're also so charming and hilarious that you find yourself going along with whatever bastard thing it is they want because you can't help finding it funny. That's what this is, basically.
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