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June 27 – Peter

Rules & FAQs

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June 26 – maroon

Rules & FAQs

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mastermind - deckerstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 409

“We’re bringing him in right now,” Chloe tells Ella over the phone.

She and Lucifer had just arrested him and were on their way back to the precinct. It was one of their easier arrest. Even Dan could’ve made the arrest— Lucifer’s words, not hers.

“Not much of a criminal mastermind, are you?” Lucifer comments with a smug grin.

“Lucifer,” Chloe warns.

She didn’t need the perp doing or saying something stupid out of anger. Thankfully, he has the sense not to speak after Chloe told him his Miranda rights.

It’s late when they take him in, and even later when Chloe finally finishes all the paperwork for the case, which Lucifer obviously doesn’t help with.

“I barely do the paperwork for Lux, Detective,” he’d said. “Either Maze does, or I cash in a favor.”

But finally, she gets to go home with him. Today’s movie night and it’s Trixie’s turn to pick a movie. Which means they’re either watching horror or a rom-com, depending on whether Trixie wants to prove she’s all grown up or not.

When they get home, Trixie’s already waiting for them.

“Hey, Lucifer,” she says nonchalantly. “Mom, can we watch Final Destination?”

Lucifer stiffens at the movie suggestion. Chloe frowns before turning her attention back to Trixie.

“Honey, that’s Rated R, and you’re not seventeen yet,” she says. “Why don’t we pick something lighter? Like…”

“Hot Tub High School?” Lucifer jests.

Trixie smiles wickedly in agreement.

“Very funny.” Chloe rolls her eyes.

“It’s my turn to pick,” Trixie reminds her.

“Oh, wow, you two are teaming up against me now?” Chloe tries to sound offended, but she can’t stop grinning.

She flops onto the couch next to Trixie.

“I could do with something funny,” Trixie admits quietly. “I don’t actually wanna watch Final Destination. I just felt left out ‘cause everyone else at school has.”

“Trust me, child— you’re not missing out,” Lucifer grumbles, taking a seat next to Chloe and placing a bowl of popcorn on the table.

Chloe pulls Trixie closer, in a side hug.

“You don’t ever have to do something just because everyone else is,” Chloe reminds her. “I’m sorry you felt left out, though.”

Trixie leans into her. “It’s okay. I have you guys.”

Chloe looks over to Lucifer, who shares a smile with her. And if she has to watch herself throw up on a past co-star and come out of a hot tub naked, it’s worth it.

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mastermind - june 24 - background jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 389

“Alright, boys. Who did it?” Euphemia Potter asked, crossing her arms and looking fiercely at Sirius, James, and Remus, who all stood in front of her with their heads hung. If she hadn’t been so annoyed, it would have been hilarious to look at–three boys, all dramatically taller than her, looking completely contrite and a little bit scared as they listened to her yell.

“It…it was a group effort, Mum,” James piped up desperately, always the first one to break. 

“Yeah, we all kind of…played a part…” Sirius agreed, Remus nodding along with him, though both of them looked just as confused and nervous as James did.

“I see,” Effie said, tone short even as she still forced herself not to laugh. “So there was no clear mastermind, here? Nobody wants to fess up?”

All three boys were silent, eyes glued to the floor.

“And what about the fact that you needed a potion to make this happen, then?” she pressed, gesturing to her bubblegum-pink hair, which now reached all the way down to the floor. “I know all of you boys are smart, but last I checked, none of you are top in your class in potions. Who sent out for it? Are you sure you didn’t do it, James?”

James shook his head, but said nothing. “No, I—” but he cut himself off, looking between his friends, eyes narrowed, like he was trying to figure out who had sent out for the potion.

It was at this point Effie realized they were all covering for each other. And there was a chance none of them had done it. 

“Then who…” she began to mutter, flummoxed. But she stopped short at the sound of a laugh.

The chuckle at this didn’t seem to come from any of the boys in front of her. It took her a moment to place the source, but as soon as she did, her eyes grew as wide as saucers. “Regulus?” she gasped. “Monty?” 

The two boys were standing in the doorway in silent hysterics, wiping tears of mirth from their eyes. “Sorry, darling, it was just too funny!” Monty laughed, moving to press a kiss to his wife’s head.

But as shocked as Effie was, James looked thrilled. “Reg, you did this?” he asked, eyes dancing with glee. “Baby, I’m so proud!”

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Mastermind - Dorlene - @taylorswiftmicrofic - 407 words - AO3

Dorcas walks to the Quidditch pitch with Pandora, standing too close to each other and holding hands. “Why are we doing this again? Why can’t you just ask her out?”  

“Because he hates me,” Dorcas explains. “Rightly so. I was a bitch to her when she messed up the potion we were forced to work on in third year.”  

“That was three years ago,” Pandora points out.  

“You don’t know how long he can hold a grudge for.”  

Their friend sighs but doesn’t say anything in protest as they arrive at the pitch just as the Gryffindor team are finishing their practice. She catches Marlene’s eye as she heads to the changing room, then kisses Pandora on the cheek while maintaining eye contact with the blonde and winking at her as she mounts her broom.  

Dorcas does some drills on their own as Pandora reads a book on the stands. They really hope that this will be worth it. She hopes Marlene will get jealous and realise that he has feelings for her. But what if she really does hate them? What if they are getting their hopes up for nothing?  

Flying faster, she clears her head of any doubt, focuses on keeping their breathing even, the feeling of sweat dripping down her forehead. Eventually, they see Marlene leave the changing room - what took him so long?  

Landing in front of her, they smile, cheeks flushed from the exertion. “Hey, Mckinnon.”  

“Hi,” she replies, avoiding looking at her.  

“Excited for the game on Saturday?”  

“Where I’m going to beat your arse? Absolutely.”  

Dorcas smirks. “I didn’t know you were so interested in my arse.” Marlene’s face turns crimson as she is unable to form a coherent sentence. They put a hand on his shoulder. “Relax, Marls.”  

She looks up at them, honey brown eyes making Dorcas’ heart skip a beat. A moment passes where the rest of the world fades away before Marlene grabs their neck and pulls her into a searing kiss.  

“I- I’m sorry,” Marlene splutters when they part. “I don’t know what came over me.”  

“Don’t apologise,” Dorcas smiles. “Unless you didn’t mean it.”  

“I-” he hesitates before taking a deep breath, “I did mean it.”  

Dorcas’ grin widens. “Then would you mind if I kiss you?”  

“Not at all.”  

As their lips connect once again, time stopping completely, they can’t help but be rather proud of themself. She is truly a mastermind .  

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exile - deckerstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 309

Everything has come crashing down. He should’ve known what was about to happen as soon as he saw Azrael. He freezes, but time doesn’t. Michael doesn’t. It’s only after Michael drives the staff into Chloe’s chest that he starts moving again, running over to her.

“I’m so sorry. This is all my fault,” he sobs. It always is, isn’t it?

He says it over and over and over, unable to stop himself. She interrupts, trying to tell him it’s not. All he can see is that she’s dying and she might go to Hell because of him and because she feels guilt over things that are more his fault than hers—

“What happened to Dan is… it’s not my fault,” she gasps out, finally getting his attention. “And this is not your fault. It’s not your fault. I love you.”

Damn it, with her dying words she tells him she loves him and he still can’t say it back.

No. This isn’t right. Lucifer makes a decision.

Michael is babbling some stupid idiotic nonsense that almost makes Lucifer want to shut him up permanently.

“I’m gonna get her back,” he decides. Exile from Heaven be damned; Chloe deserves to live a long life. Beatrice needs her. Lucifer needs her.

“You’ll die if you try to go to Heaven,” Michael reminds him.

As if he needs to be reminded. Dickhead. Lucifer doesn’t care. It’s worth it, for her. It always is. If he can’t get her back, he’ll at least die trying.

He unfurls his wings and makes his way up for the first time in millennia. He crash-lands and the first face he sees is that of Mr. Said-Out-Bitch. For a second, he thinks it didn’t work, but Mr. Said-Out-Bitch confirms that he is, in fact, in Heaven. He’s never been more relieved.

Chloe. He needs to find Chloe.

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exile - june 23 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 176

“James,” Regulus said in warning, shrugging his shoulder a bit to nudge the other boy’s face away from the crook of his neck, even as goosebumps broke out over the warm skin.

“Sorry! Sorry, baby,” James immediately said, pulling back and scooting a few inches away from Regulus on the couch.

“You know I have to study,” Regulus said with a smirk, not looking over at his contrite-sounding boyfriend.

“But you look so pretty when you read,” the Gryffindor whined softly, voice full of adoration.

“You also think I look pretty when I stuff my face with pudding,” Regulus laughed, shooting James a look. “Forgive me if I’m not convinced to take a break.”

There was half a minute of silence before James tried again.

“But love,” he said pleadingly, reaching out to stroke Regulus’s hair.

“Chair,” Regulus said firmly, swatting his boyfriend’s hand and gesturing lazily to the armchair nearby, eyes never leaving the page he was reading.

With a huff, James stood and padded over to the chair, exiled until Regulus finished his work.

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Exile - Jegulus & Black Brothers - @taylorswiftmicrofic - 294 words - AO3

James stops halfway up the stairs to the flat he and Sirius share to find his friend sitting on the floor outside the door. “What are you doing?” 

“I’m in exile,” he huffs. 

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Regulus kicked me out of my own house ‘cause he saw the face cream I borrowed from him the last time I was at his in the bathroom.” 

James chuckles at the brother’s antics, much preferring whatever this is to the fighting before they both left their family. He opens the door and the two of them walk in to see Regulus casually reading a book on the sofa and he sits down next to him. “Hey, love.” 

“Hey, baby,” Regulus replies sweetly. “How was your day?” 

“Good.” He looks between him and Sirius. “How was yours?” 

“Mine was good. I finally found that face cream I lost last month.” Sirius clears his throat and Regulus glares at him. “Who said that traitor can come back in?” 

“I mean this in the nicest way possible, Reg,” James says. “But you don’t live here.” 

His scowl turns to James. “Not yet.” 

The room is silent as he processes what was just said. “That is…the most threatening way someone has ever said they want to move in with me.” 

“Well?” 

“I would love to live with you,” he grins, pulling Regulus into a deep kiss, fireworks exploding in his stomach like it is their first time. 

“You two are so gross!” Sirius gags. “I can’t wait until you get out of my face.” 

Regulus smirks. “I can’t wait to have our own place so we can fuck wherever and-” 

Sirius covers his ears and runs to his room, leaving them laughing and kissing in the living room. 

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karma - deckerstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 416

Chloe stares up at the sky with Lucifer. Her head is swimming with questions about the universe and about him being God and…

“If Heaven and Hell are real, does that mean other ideas of the afterlife aren’t real? That Christianity is... correct? And other religions are wrong?” she asks.

She hopes not; that seems unfair.

“Not exactly,” he says. “Obviously, reincarnation isn’t a thing— at least not in this universe—”

“In this universe?” Chloe asks incredulously.

“Ah, shall we save the multiverse conversation for another time?”

“Multi— uh, yeah sure.”

“To answer your question, some parts are accurate and some aren’t. That includes Christian beliefs. People do get quite a bit of it wrong.”

“So, like… karma: real or not?”

“Hm, yes, but not in the way you think. Karma is simply action and the consequences of that action. It doesn’t have to be negative. The concept of karma as it exists in Hinduism— that’s real. But not what it’s been translated into by the West, as something purely negative.”

“What’s the difference between karma and just… natural consequences then?”

“I’m not exactly sure, but I assume it has to do with the timing. Natural consequences might be more immediate.”

“I guess you guys don’t have all the answers either, huh?”

“No. It’s quite infuriating. Mysterious ways and all that.”

Chloe looks at a passing cloud that looks something like a cat wearing a top hat. She remembers cloud gazing with her dad when she was young and passing down the tradition with Trixie. She always felt so small, looking up at the clouds and wondering what was out there. Wondering if there was someone else who was thinking the same exact thing as her and felt the exact same as her. Wondering if there was a kinda clone of her somewhere out there.

“Can we circle back to the multiverse thing?” she says. “Like… is there another version of me out there? Staring at the same cat-with-a-top-hat cloud?”

“Cat-with-a-what cloud?” Lucifer asks.

“Never mind. Just answer the question.”

Lucifer sighs. “Yes. There are multiple Earths— multiple universes. Actually, my mother’s in her own universe right now.”

“What?”

“It’s a long story.”

He continues talking about multiple Earths and friends from other universe as if it’s completely normal. Though she’s left with more questions than answers, she enjoys that they can talk about these things now. It took so long for them to get to this moment. She can’t help but smile as he rambles.

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karma - june 22 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 505 - based on an anon request for james needing comfort

As soon as Regulus saw James’s face, he knew something was off. Even though the older boy gave him his signature smile, complete with a cheerful way and a hug that (as always) sent Regulus’s heart racing, there was something about James’s expression that was off. Like his mind was a million miles away.

“What’s wrong?” Regulus asked as soon as they started walking towards Hogsmeade, not one to beat around the bush.

“Hm? Oh, nothing,” James replied, again sending him an obviously-preoccupied smile. “Just happy to see you, love.”

But Regulus wasn’t having it. “Potter, tell me what’s wrong now, before I have to hex it out of you,” he ordered, stopping short on the path and dragging James with him.

The older boy sighed, shifting from foot to foot and uncharacteristically not meeting Regulus’s eyes. “S’nothing. Mulciber said some stupid shit in the corridor this morning when I saw him, on the way to meeting you. Can’t get it out of my head. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” Regulus said automatically, used to telling the other boy this. “What’d he say?”

Again, James hesitated, biting his lip.

Regulus sighed. “Potter, tell me now, or I’ll start pulling twigs out of your broom to make you talk.”

Despite himself, James chuckled. “Sounds like a euphemism,” he said softly.

But Regulus wasn’t in the mood for games. “Tell me,” he murmured, reaching up to guide James’s face so they were meeting eyes. 

“He said…he said that I’m ruining your life by dating you. That your family will disown you, like they did Sirius. That I’ve ruined both of your lives, and I’m selfish for it,” the Gryffindor muttered, jaw clenched, obviously trying not to cry.

Instantly, Regulus was furious. “I’ll kill him,” he whispered, already trying to decide exactly what spell to use.

James just gave a watery laugh. “I mean, is he wrong? I have ruined both of your lives. Without me, you’d both–”

He moved without thinking. Lurching upward, Regulus trapped James in a heated kiss, pressing their bodies close, falling into the rhythm of the way their mouths moved together, the way their tongues tangled.

And when he pulled back, he said breathlessly, “We’d both still be trapped in that hellhole every holiday, and probably forced to do a lot worse when we graduate. Fuck what Mulciber said. You are the most fucking selfless person I know, annoyingly so. And he’s a selfish, stupid arse. I promise, karma will be coming to him soon, because I’m not letting him get away with–” Regulus began to rant, his entire body growing hot with anger before James cut him off.

“Baby, you promised you wouldn’t get in trouble for cursing people anymore,” he said gently, looking slightly less upset as he smiled down at Regulus.

But Regulus just scoffed. “First of all, I won’t be getting caught. And second, Barty owes me a favor. Macnair won’t know what hit him. C’mon, let’s go.” And he dragged a rather dazed-looking James back to the castle, Hogsmeade forgotten.

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Mean - Marylily & Background Wolfstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - 319 words - AO3

“I’m going to kill that man,” Mary says as she joins them at the dinner table. 

“Don’t be so mean,” Lily admonishes, she doesn’t have to ask to know who she is talking about. 

“Oh, I forgot, you’re Sirius’ number one fan,” she rolls her eyes. 

“Everyone knows that’s James,” Marlene counters. “What’s he done now?” 

“He asked me out.” 

Lily uses her surprise to mask the pang in her chest. “Why?” 

“Because we are good friends, and I quote, ‘one of the few girls he can stand’.” 

“He really knows what girls want,” Lily replies sarcastically. 

“I know, but it’s obvious he done it to either make Remus jealous or to convince himself he’s straight.” 

Marlene jokes as she puts more food on her empty plate. “He’s about as straight as a circle.” 

“I don’t think any of us are straight.” 

“Wait,” Lily snaps her head to Mary so fast she gets whiplash. “You’re not straight.” 

Mary and Marlene share a look before bursting out laughing. “No, she definitely is not straight.” 

“I- you two are…” 

“We kissed a few times a while ago,” Mary is quick to clarify. “Just to help me figure things out, but we are just friends.” 

“Don’t worry, she has a crush on someone else.” Mary kicks Marlene under the table. “What? I didn’t say who!” 

“Who do you have a crush on?” 

“No one.” 

“You’ve told Marlene but not me?” She knows that’s a little unfair, but she really wants to know now, what with all the secrets and kicking of kegs. Mary looks down at her plate, playing with her mashed potatoes. “Surely it isn’t that bad.” 

“It’s worse,” she sighs. “At least if we hated each other, there would be no friendship to ruin.” 

“I know a bit about that...” 

They eat their dinner in silence and Marlene sighs dramatically. “You’re going to figure it out one day, I hope.” 

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mean - deckerstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 500

Lucifer is here for the Detective, not the urchin. But there’s something about her expression. He can’t quite place it, but he figures he should ask her about it. After all, he cares for the Detective, and surely she would want him to help her offspring? Plus… he’s grown rather fond of the little gremlin. Although, she’s at the rebellious, pre-teen stage of her life that turns all children into heathens.

“Urchin?” he asks hesitantly.

She looks like she might hurl a punch at someone any moment.

“What’s wrong?” Lucifer asks her, sitting next to where she’s perched on the stairs.

“It’s nothing,” she says, seething. “Some dumb kids were being mean.”

Anger surges through him, the same protective kind he feels whenever something happens to Chloe. He manages not to flare his Devil eyes. He doesn’t know what he’d do if she mistook his anger as being directed towards her.

“What did they say to you?” he asks as calmly as possible.

She snaps her head toward him.

“They weren’t rude to me,” she scoffs. “They know better by now.”

He’s not sure if he deserves to feel the pride he does at that. The Detective and Maze probably deserve it more, especially if he knows his demon.

“They were bullying my friend, Katie,” the child explains. “I couldn’t even do anything because then I’d get in trouble. And… mom’s already still upset about that time I handcuffed some asshole to a table.”

“Well, I’m sure he deserved it,” Lucifer says, cringing immediately.

The Detective wouldn’t want him condoning that sort of behavior.

“Your mother would advise you not to do so, in the future,” he continues.

He wonders what else to say. He’s aware he should tell the child not to do that sort of stuff, even if someone deserves it. He just doesn’t know quite how to explain why. And he’s done the same, billions— nay, an innumerable amount— of times. Perhaps that’s why his Devil face is so stubborn.

“But… what if they deserve it?” she asks.

“I’m afraid that’s not up to you, Child,” Lucifer says softly.

“If you’re the Devil, does that mean it’s up to you?” she asks.

“Not quite,” he says, managing a soft smile. “It depends on a person’s guilt. If they feel deserving of punishment, then they go to Hell. If not, they go on up to the Silver City, which— if you ask me— is its own sort of torture.”

“That’s dumb,” she frowns. “I’d rather just stop existing after I die.”

Lucifer stifles a strangled sort of sound. He hates the thought of a world without Trixie’s soul in it. Plus, that reminds him of what happened to— what he did to Uriel.

“I just get so mad,” she admits, saving him from responding. “Mom gets to put away bad guys. She gets to help. I’m powerless.”

She sounds so much like the Detective, it startles him for a moment.

“You are never powerless,” he says vehemently. “Never.”

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Karma - Jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - 397 words - AO3

“I’m going to kill that wanker,” James says as he stomps into the dorm and flops dramatically on his bed. 

“I’m in,” Sirius looks up from the homework he is half-arsing. “Who are we killing?” 

“Regulus, of course. That boy has got on my last nerve,” he grumbles. “One day, he’ll get exactly what he deserves, and I’ll be laughing as he is karma’s next victim.” 

“And I thought Sirius was the dramatic one. What’s he done now?” Peter asks exasperatedly, having had enough of hearing about how much James hates Regulus. 

“What hasn’t he done? He’s just rude and mean and ignores me.” 

“That’s nothing new,” supplies Sirius. 

“He’s a dickhead, and I-” 

“Hey! Only I am allowed to insult my brother like that.” 

“I hate him.” 

Remus sighs. “No, you don’t, Prongs.” 

James immediately sits up. “What does that mean?” 

“Think about it.” He explains, “You’re upset because he won’t talk to you without being rude and cold. You always stalk him on the map and follow him around; you’ve memorised his timetable without him even telling you it. It’s pretty obvious you don’t hate him.” 

“If it’s not hate, then what?” 

“Love,” Sirius shrugs. “Or at least a very strong crush.” 

“I- I don’t-” he stammers. 

“This is just like when you liked Lily,” Peter adds. “Except this time, it’s more stalkerish since you’re not in any of Regulus’ classes.” 

“I don’t like Regulus,” James protests. “Sure, he’s drop-dead gorgeous, has amazing hair and eyes I could get lost in, but he’s annoying and threatens to hex me. He pinned me against the wall once with his wand to my throat and he can never seem to get away from me faster no matter how hard I try to get his attention-” The room is completely silent as the marauders all wait for him to notice his own feelings. “I have a crush on Regulus,” he whispers eventually. 

“A bloody obvious one,” Remus mutters. 

“Do you think he likes me back?” 

“Definitely,” Sirius answers. 

“Are you sure?” 

“I know my brother, Prongs.” 

“I- I have to go.” James runs out the dorm to the library - where he knows Regulus always is on a Tuesday afternoon - to confess his feelings for the Slytherin. How could he have been so oblivious to his own emotions for so long? Well, it’s better late than never. 

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“It’s Moreau,” Jeremy corrected. Again.

No one could pronounce Jean’s name correctly: not leasing agents or veterinarians or reporters. It didn’t matter much to Jean, but Jeremy would never let the error go uncorrected.

“That’s what I said,” the reporter replied, the way they always did. “Murrow.”

“His name is Jean-Yves Moreau,” Jeremy insisted, and he sounded mean, his Trojan facade breaking just for Jean. “It’s not John fucking Murrow.”

“Jeremy,” Jean said, a bit chastising in spite of the heat burning low in his belly. No one had ever stood up for him the way that Jeremy did, not even the rest of the floozies, who Jean was certain would sacrifice everything for him. “He’s not worth it.”

The reporter stood stone-faced across from them, clearly thrown off by Jeremy’s uncharacteristic ire.

“Jean,” Jeremy started, angling his head to look at Jean, but the words clearly caught in his throat at what he saw on Jean’s face. “Y-you deserve…”

Jean could feel the blush rising on his cheeks, could feel the heat burning in his eyes. He had tried endlessly to keep his attraction to his captain at bay, but something about this new display of emotion, about the true Jeremy Knox breaking through the surface, had Jean’s inhibitions entirely evaporating.

Jeremy laughed softly, shaking his head minutely. “Is it because I said ‘fuck?’”

“To a reporter,” Jean explained, as if any of that mattered. Not when Jeremy was looking back at him with a matching expression of desire on his face, bottom lip sucked between his teeth.

Not when he was already guiding the two of them back home to their shared bedroom,, the incompetent reporter instantly forgotten.

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mean - june 21 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 279

“So, how’re things going between the two of you, then?” Sirius asked James lightly, jerking his chin toward the other room, where Regulus was still getting ready for their dinner reservation that evening. 

“So fucking good,” James replied reverently, beaming immediately. “He’s…he’s so perfect, Pads. It’s just..you’re really not mad? I thought you’d be furious, really. Just ask Reg, I was sick about it.”

“Nah, mate. Sure, it’s absolutely disgusting to see you both eye-fuck each other, but it’s cute to see you two happy. Plus, I saw it coming. You have a type, after all,” Sirius chuckled. 

The other man blinked, looking confused. “A type? Reg looks nothing like the last few people I dated.”

But Sirius just laughed. “No, he–”

But before he could finish, Regulus walked into the room, still fiddling with a few of his curls, and looked James up and down. “Jamie, go change into a different shirt, you look like a twat in that,” he said, grimacing.

Like his arse was on fire, James jumped up, grin on his face. “Yes, darling!” he chirped eagerly, nearly-running towards his room.

Sirius just cackled, making cooing noises after him.

And when James returned a few moments later, allowing Regulus to look over his new shirt before accepting a kiss as a reward, James sank into the couch and gave Sirius a flustered, lovesick smile. “He’s so fucking hot, right?” he whispered, gazing to where Regulus was sitting on the loveseat, completely ignoring them, tapping away at his phone, a frown on his face.

Sirius just laughed. “Mean, James. Your type is mean.”

“My type is perfect,” James replied dreamily, never looking away from Regulus.

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starlight - deckerstar - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 233

Lucifer is stargazing on his balcony when Chloe goes over to his penthouse. He does that often, she’s noticed over the years. She’s not here for any reason other than his company, which she thanks anyone but God for. He didn’t do them any favors getting them to where they are now— just the opposite, in fact.

“Hi,” she says, joining him.

“Hello, Detective,” he says, turning his attention to her.

“You really like the stars, huh?”

“Yes. The only thing from my past I still enjoy. Hence my chosen name.”

She must look confused because he elaborates.

“Lightbringer? I produced starlight,” he explains.

“Oh,” she breathes out. “Can you still…?”

“No. I have barely any control over light anymore, since my Fall.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Hm. Suppose that’s why I always have my lighter on me.”

Chloe gives him a reassuring smile. She tucks her arm into his and gazes up at the stars. Her partner literally lit the stars. How could she compare?

And yet, the way he looks at her… it’s like she’s the one who brought light to the world.

“Tell me about the stars? If you want to, I mean,” she says softly.

“I would be honored, Detective,” he says.

He spends hours pointing out the stars visible to them and then hours more talking about the ones that aren’t. Through it all, Chloe tries to memorize the moment.

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starlight - june 20 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 464

“C’mon, hurry!” James urged Regulus on, nearly dragging him down the corridors of the castle, voice far too loud for one in the morning. “Reg, you have to come see this!”

“Potter, what is it?” Regulus grumbled, grumpy at being pulled around the castle at such an hour, but unable to find an ounce of true anger within himself. Somehow, with Potter, he never could be angry, even with the older boy’s craziest shenanigans. 

“I have to show you!” the Gryffindor replied insistently. But in that moment, he turned back, throwing Regulus a grin that made him stumble the tiniest bit, his nervous system failing him as he took in the way Potter smiled. Smiled at him.

His smile was like pure sunshine, really. Knee-weakening, stomach-twisting, gorgeous. 

So Regulus followed him, stumbling and trotting along in his wake, revelling at the feeling of just being in the presence of a boy who left warmth wherever he walked.

After a few moments, they burst outside onto a balcony of a deserted tower, the cool air instantly making Regulus shiver a bit. But Potter was too busy eagerly pointing up at the sky to notice, his whole face lit up in the starlight, his smile bigger than the almost-full moon. “There!” he exclaimed. “I’ve been looking for it for months, and it’s finally here!”

Regulus followed the line of his extended finger confusedly, unsure of what he was supposed to be seeing. “What…” he asked, tilting his head to the side and squinting his eyes, trying to figure it out.

But James just laughed, a melodic, freeing sound, wrapping his arms around Regulus like he was holding someone special. Someone that meant something. “Don’t you recognize your own star, love? I’ve been teaching myself to find you in the sky. Merlin, you’re fucking gorgeous, Reg,” he said, eyes sparkling as he stared at him, not the twinkling pinpricks in the distance. 

For a moment, Regulus considered correcting him. Telling him that it was January, and star-Regulus was on the opposite side of the castle right now, he just smiled softly, wondering how James was possibly real. And he opened his mouth to ask him that. To ask him how he was so sweet, and kind, and perfect. 

But the words, “I love you,” breathless and terribly genuine, came tumbling out.

Both boys froze, staring at each other, eyes wide, as Regulus internally kicked himself. James was supposed to be the first person to say that.

But James, instead, lit up like the Hogwarts Christmas tree before saying so fiercely Regulus couldn’t possibly doubt it, “I love you too, Reg. So much.” Then he captured Regulus’s lips in a kiss that took his breath away.

So Regulus didn’t regret his slip-up all that much in the end.