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May 23 - bandage - 691 words - @rosestarkiller-microfic - nsfw implied

Barty doesn’t know how it ended up like this.

The night started out perfect. He had convinced Reg to come out clubbing with him since it was Friday night and they both needed it. Regulus had finally finished his last exam earlier in the day and Barty, well, he just needed to forget.

It wasn’t unusual for Evan and him to be fighting. It was actually more common than not, between Barty’s insistent need to piss off his father and Evan’s lack of outward affection, the two often fought.

And usually, that’s where Reggie came in. When both Barty and Evan were pissed off at each other but wanted sex, they just asked Reg. They ended up in bed, all three of them. Barty and Evan compete to please Regulus best while they ignore or spit insults at each other. 

But at the end of the night, Reg left and the other two were together again. And this cycle happened over and over again.

“Just go get him.” Said Regulus from beside Barty. “You’ve been staring for the past half hour.”

Barty huffed, taking another sip of his drink. “Have not.” The club was dark and flashy, the sound system cranked up with too much bass. But he had spotted Evan across the room right away. It always happened; it’s like they were drawn to each other.

He turns to Reg, who looks at him like he doesn't believe Barty at all. “Let’s dance.”

Regulus eyes him suspiciously but takes his hand and lets him lead him to the dance floor. 

The dance floor is a mess of bodies grinding and dancing, sweaty and muggy but it doesn’t stop Barty. He’s keenly aware of Evan behind him with another guy who looks a little too much like Barty. So he only grabs Reg closer and tries to forget.

One thing leads to another, as it so often does, and Reg ends up on their bed again. Evan sucking marks into his thighs and Barty tugging on his hair while he devours him in a kiss.

It’s wonderful, it’s normal, it’s expected.

Except, Reg is pushing him off, kicking away from Evan. There’s tears in his eyes as he stands up off the bed.

“Fuck, I can’t do this anymore.” He grabs his shirt, tugging it back on. Barty frowns, stepping towards him and hugging him from the back.

“Reggie, come back to bed.” He’s definitely tipsy, voice slipping into a whine. “We always do this, it’s fine.”

Regulus spins and pushes away, angry tears shining as they fall down his cheeks. “Fuck. You.”

Evan stands, getting between the two. “Hey now, stop it, both of you.” He looks to Regulus. “What are you talking about, I thought you were okay with this?”

Reg crosses his arms, looking away. A habit from his childhood, always hating confrontation. 

“I’m tired of being a bandage for your guys' relationships. I’m tired of being used to fuck and make up, then dumping me away. I can’t do it.”

Barty makes a soft sound, stepping forward. “Reggie…”

His hands are shaking but his voice is surprisingly steady. 

“I’m in love with you. Both of you.”

Barty’s breath catches and next to him, he can tell Evan is in a similar state of shock. They never suspected Reg would want anything but physical. That he would feel the same.

Reg must have taken their silence for judgment or rejection because he’s already stepping away, looking so small and fragile.

“I’m sorry…”

Before they can react, Regulus grabbed his bag and slipped out the door into the night.

Barty just stands there, eyes fixed on the spot where Regulus was only a second ago. He flinches as Evan kicks the bed frame with a “Fuck!” and collapses on the bed, head in his hands.

Barty slowly moves and sits next to Evan, quiet.

“What do we do? I mean…we both love him too, don’t we?” Evan nods in agreement.

“We’ll get him back, make sure he knows. Don’t worry, we’ll make this right.”

Barty doesn’t know how it ended up this way, but he’s going to fix it. 

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May 8 - butterfly weed - 392 words - @moonkillermicrofic

Barty was bored.

Usually, he loved going shopping with his boyfriend, but they didn’t usually go to a greenhouse. All there was in there were plants and flowers with long-ass names Barty couldn’t pronounce.

He had nearly dragged Remus back to that little café they had passed, tempted by the thought of coffee and a break from the endless rows of plants.

“Rem, baby, what are we doing here again?” Barty asked, resting his chin on Remus’ shoulder from behind.

Remus only smiled fondly and patted his arm, picking up another plant. “Trying to find a cheap but good flower to attract pollinators. Next week is my pollinator unit and I want the kids to have a hands-on experiment.”

Barty huffed, but he was too in love with this man to pretend to be mad. He instead kissed Remus’ cheek.

“You’re such a good teacher, love. Spoil those little buggers rotten, what will they do next year?” Remus grinned, kissing Barty back gently.

“Beats me, that’s their next year teacher’s problem.” Barty laughed, caught off guard.

“You’re rotten, Rem, such a foul plan. I knew there was a master plan in your genius little mind.”

They wandered from greenhouse to greenhouse before Remus found what he was looking for with a loud gasp.

Barty shot up from where he was crouched down petting the barn cat. “Remus? Are you okay?” He hurried over, worried and fretting.

Remus turned with a beaming smile, holding up a small plant. It was mostly green with little dots of orange flowers in the twirling stems. Barty smiled back, unable to resist his boyfriend.

“What are those, love?” Remus had already gotten to work adding pallets of the little plants in the cart, 24 in total.

“Butterfly weed.” Barty snorted at the name. “You’re getting the butterflies high?”

Remus glared half-heartedly, used to his boyfriend’s antics. “No, it’s a species of milkweed. Attracts a lot of butterflies and is colorful so it will be a hit with the kids.”

Barty smiled as Remus nerded out about the little plants. He dropped a kiss to his sandy curls.

“Sounds perfect, Rem. They’ll love them, simply because you always go above and beyond.”

Barty had never thought he’d look forward to a greenhouse run. But every spring, there they were, loading up on butterfly weed like it was tradition.

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May 7 - violet iris - 451 words - @moonwater-microfic

Regulus found Remus exactly where he thought he would.

Kneeled before Hope Lupin’s grave with a bouquet of violet irises. Remus didn’t hear him approach, didn’t even react when Regulus touched his shoulder.

He was trembling, eyes rimmed red and swollen from crying. Regulus’ heart ached for his husband and his loss. He couldn't imagine how it felt to lose your mother.

They knew it was coming. The chemo stopped helping months ago and even with that, she only had maybe a month. It didn’t make it any easier, Regulus knew that. Nothing could prepare you for losing your parent, your mother. 

Regulus kneels down beside his husband, leaning against him with an arm around his back. When Remus finally speaks, his voice is thick with tears and sorrow.

“They were her favorite, you know. These flowers.” Regulus squeezes Remus’ hand, urging him to go on.

“She thought that they had magical properties.” He chokes out a laugh. “Thought that flower language meant that if you planted them in your yard, they would bring that property to you.”

He’s quiet again. 

“It only proved her point when I got top of my class my first year at Hogwarts. They stand for wisdom, the irises. She planted a whole flower garden that year, convinced she was right the whole time.”

Regulus doesn’t know what to say. What do you say to your husband who just lost this mother? Nothing will make it feel better.

Remus speaks again, quieter. “I looked them up. They also-” He stops, swallowing down tears. “They also mean hope after death. I found it fitting.”

Then Remus breaks down in tears, dissolving into sobs. They wrack his body in giant blows, like he can’t breathe. 

It scares Regulus. He’s never seen him like this. Not after the diagnosis. Not after they stopped the chemo. Not even when they helped Hope write her will.

So Regulus does what he can. He bundles Remus to his chest, tucking the lanky, taller man into his lap, next to his chest. He holds him and rocks him as he cries. He hums and kisses his head, hands carding through his hair as he desperately tries to keep Remus together.

And eventually, they get up and they make it home. They’ll come back every day for the next couple months. And slowly, it will dwindle to once a week then twice a month. Not the pain, not the grief. But the visits and the breakdowns. They still happen, around the anniversary and little reminders of Hope Lupin. The violet irises will become a permanent fixture.

And Regulus will be there the whole time. But for now, he holds his husband, here and now.

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May 7 - ear - 629 words - @rosekillermicrofic

Barty was quiet today.

Too quiet for Evan’s liking. Sure, Barty had some off days. Like when he got letters from his father or when it was close to the anniversary of his mother’s death. 

But his father hadn’t written in a couple months and the anniversary was half a year away. So it must be something else. 

Now, Evan could go around guessing and playing detective all day. Or he could just ask his boyfriend what was up. So now he was on the hunt for Barty.

He ends up finding Barty in his own bed, which was another bad sign. Evan’s bed was a safe place for him, an escape and a sign. 

“Bee?” Evan approaches slowly, voice soft as not to spook the boy. “You okay there, sweetheart?” 

Barty’s eyes slide up to Evan’s, unusually dull and sad. It squeezes painfully at Evan’s heart to see the usual sunshine and crazy boy so sad.

He sits down next to his boyfriend, making sure not to touch Barty until he says it's okay. “Talk to me, Bee. Can I help?”

Barty only shakes his head, tipping over to lean against Evan’s side, head on his shoulder. Evan wraps an arm around him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. They sit like that for a while, his arm rubbing up and down Barty’s in comfort.

The silence is broken. 

“Do I annoy you, Rosie?” Barty’s voice is raspy, like he’d been crying before Evan found him. 

Evan’s eyes widened, desperate to reassure him. “No, Bee. Gods, never seriously. I know me and Reg play around and call you that but we never mean it, you know that right?”

Evan’s heart cracks a little when Barty shrugs against him. “Kinda…I mean, I guess I am really loud and needy and annoying…”

He needs to fix this immediately. Gods, he’s such a dick for not knowing how those words affected his boyfriend.

“Barty, love, I promise you. You aren’t needy or annoying or too loud. I love you, just as you are.” 

His eyes are wet again and he looks up at Evan. “It’s not just you Ev…it’s everyone. I’m always too much for them.”

Evan pulls Barty to his chest, tucked under his chin. He swallows, hesitant to ask. “Did…did someone say something to you today?”

Barty hesitates but eventually nods, curling closer to Evan. The first thing he feels is rage. Then sadness. His poor boy, always hurt by everyone, intentional or not.

“I thought we were getting along. I was in potions and I was telling my new partner about one of the ingredients and how it’s super hard to come by this time of year.” Barty swallows, trembling a little. “Guess they weren’t actually interested and snapped at me. Told me I talked too much and it was really annoying.”

Evan is glad he wasn’t in that class with Barty. Simply because he would have hexed that kid into next week. But, he is here now, not there.

Evan lifts Barty’s head to meet his eyes. “Tell me, Bee. I love hearing you talk. About anything, any time. I can’t promise I’ll understand, you smartie, but I’ll listen.”

Barty looks hopeful, but hesitant and still insecure. “You don’t want me talking your ear off every day, Rosie. It’s too much.”

Evan kisses Barty’s knuckles with such care he tears up again.

“I have two for a reason, sweetheart. Talk all you want.”

Barty smiles and Evan’s heart aches with the amount of love he feels. They stay there for the night, Barty talking to Evan about everything and anything, and he listens.

And if the next day, a student ends up in the Hospital Wing with a mysterious hex, Evan has no idea how that happened.

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May 7 - possibility - 350 words - @wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius was exhausted. 

To start off, he hadn’t slept well the night before, Peter’s snoring had gotten real bad lately. Then, McGonagall had given them a pop quiz which he was woefully unprepared for. Next class in potions, he spilled their potion all over him and James which they had to clean up. To top it all off, he had taken a nap, overslept, and was late to Quidditch practice. So the Captain gave him extra drills at the end.

All in all, Sirius was ready to collapse. All he wanted was his warm bed and cuddles with his boyfriend. Speaking of which, where was his boyfriend?

Sirius pads into the dorm room, smiling softly when he sees Remus curled up with a book in his bed. He wastes no time stripping off his uniform for boxers and Remus’ baggy muggle shirt and climbing into the bed next to him.

“Moonyyyy” Sirius whines, too exhausted to care if he sounds like a needy child at the moment. He lays between Remus’ legs, head on his lap.

Remus hums softly, not looking away from his book. His hand finds its way to Sirius’ hair, gently scratching at his scalp. 

Sirius all but melts at the feeling, body going limp in Remus’ lap. He sighs, cuddling closer and Remus huffs a fond laugh.

He bookmarks his spot and sets the book next to him on the dresser, finally giving Sirius his undivided attention.

“Tough day, fy seren?” Sirius only hums sleepily, pressing closer to Remus. He smiles softly, pressing a kiss to Sirius’ curls. 

“Sleep, love, I’ll be here when you wake.” Sirius has never heard a better idea. 

As he drifts off, he sleepily slurs out, “Do you love me, Moony?” Remus smiles, hands carding through his hair.

“It’s a possibility, darling.”

Sirius feels warmth and love bubble in his chest. In Remus talk, that was practically a marriage proposal. “Love you too, Moons.” 

They stay like that for the rest of the night. And if Remus falls asleep too and James and Peter get pictures, no one needs to know.

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May 7 - court - 717 words - @pandalilymicrofics

Lily was nervous to say the least. 

Today was the day she met Pandora’s parents. Not for the first time, obviously, they had been dating for the past 3 years and friends for much longer. No, meeting them was not the issue. The issue was that Lily was going to ask for their blessing to propose to Pandora.

The Rosiers’ were very traditional to say the least. Not in the conservative, closed minded way. More of a set in a way of doing things that has adapted to fit the times. They had no problem with the fact that Lily was a woman dating their daughter. They did care how she went about doing certain things. Which included courting and proposing.

Lily takes a deep breath and knocks on the door to the Rosiers’ home. It looked even more intimidating alone. She hears the locks flick open and is met with the youngest Rosier son, Felix.

She smiles at the sight of the young teen. “Felix, hello. Is your parents and brother home?”

Felix nods and lets her in, slightly confused on why she is here alone without Pandora. He leads Lily to a study she is familiar with. Pandora’s father’s study. Felix knocks and Lily steels her nerves as she hears a curt “enter.”

Nixus Rosier was sitting in an armchair, book in hand and tea on the table in front of him. Celeste, Pandora’s mother, smiles when she sees Lily and rises to greet her.

“Lily, what a lovely surprise!” She kisses both her cheeks, leading her over to the sofa. “Sit, sit. Is Pandora with you?”

Lily swallows, suddenly nervous again as she is faced with all of Pandora��s family in one room by herself. Evan stands at the arm of his father’s chair, Felix sitting in the other armchair.

She smiles, trying to hide her nerves. “No, just me today. But, Pandora is the reason I came today.”

Evan’s eyes narrow like he knows where this is going but says nothing. Lily takes a breath, then quietly but confidently asks her question.

“I have come to ask for your blessing to marry your daughter.” Her eyes meet Celeste’s, then Nixus’. “I love her, with all my heart. She brings so much joy into my life and I hope I do the same for hers.”

Nixus studies Lily, not saying anything. Celeste covers her mouth with her hands, already tearing up. Felix and Evan both have soft smiles.

Lily begins again, gaining confidence. “I want to protect and provide for your daughter. I want to share my life with her and grow old together. I want to see her happy and full of passion, to wake up next to her every morning. So please, I ask for your blessing to marry Pandora.”

No one speaks but Lily is patient. Nixus hums and takes a sip of his tea.

“What if I say no?” Celeste gasps with a short, whispered “Nixus!” He holds up a hand, meeting Lily’s eyes.

Lily meets his right back. “With all due respect sir, this is for Pandora. I would propose now but I know how much her family blessing and traditions are to her. But if you said no, I would still marry her. I would propose and I would hope you would still attend the wedding because Pandora loves you all very much.”

The silence is loud and for a second, Lily is afraid she ruined it all. 

Then a smile breaks out on Nixus’ face and he laughs.

“I always liked you, Lily. And so has Pandora. I love my daughter and I know you do too.”

He pauses and Lily holds her breath.

“Lily Evans, I give you the family blessing to marry my Dora.”

Celeste lets out a little gasp and turns, hugging Lily tight. Lily can hardly believe it, grinning and hugging her back. She gets up and holds out a hand to Nixus to shake.

“Thank you, sir. I promise to love and provide for her until I die.” He smiles and pulls her into a hug.

“Welcome to the family, Lily.”

Lily proposes to Pandora later that week, in a flower garden where they had their first date. They both cry.

The two were married that summer, surrounded by family and friends. 

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May 7 - wonder - 524 words - @bartylily-microfics

An angel.

That was the only thought running through Barty’s head as he watched Lily Evans from across the Great Hall. He had tuned out Evan and Reg in the background at this point but was becoming increasingly aware of their snickers next to him.

“What are you two laughing at?” He turned and glared at the two boys, neither of whom looked the slightest bit guilty.

“You,” Regulus pushed out between his laughing and trying to breathe. “You are so gone for her, it’s pathetic!”

 Evan smirked, leaning forward. “Pining like a schoolboy, Bee?” Barty scowled, pushing Evan back with a hand in his face.

“As if. I’m planning my revenge for the next test we have. Evans may have beaten me on this one, but I’ll get the next one.” That sent Reg into another fit of laughter, Dorcas rolling her eyes and trying to make sure he didn’t choke on his water.

Evan only hummed with a knowing look.

“Sure, if that’s the best excuse you’ve got. I mean, come on, Bee, you can’t tear your eyes away from her for one minute without glancing back over there.” Barty tore his eyes away from Lily, flushing red as Evan’s point was proved.

“That means nothing, simply scoping out the enemy and competition.” Dorcas and Evan exchanged a glance.

“Well, I think it’s romantic,” Pandora piped up, ever the dreamer. Evan rolled his eyes at his sister.

“Of course you do.”

The conversation shifted, and Barty went back to admiring his beautiful, red-haired angel.

Later that night, he slipped out of the Ravenclaw common room and headed toward the library. With a hushed whisper to a painting, a secret passage opened. As Barty stepped in, he was yanked inside and slammed against the wall.

Barty’s breath caught, and that fond, lovesick expression slipped out.

“Hey there, angelo.”

Lily smiled, pinning Barty to the wall. She leaned forward, kissing him softly.

“Hello, love.”

They found themselves cuddled up on the worn couch in the secret portrait room, Barty playing with Lily’s hair as music played softly in the background.

“Evan and Reg have been making fun of me lately because of you.”

Lily glanced up at Barty with a smirk. “Why, because you can’t stop staring at me during meals and class? Or is it because you can’t keep your hands off of me during Potions?” Barty blushed red, tugging her hair playfully.

“Don’t act like you hate it. We both know you don’t.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Besides, it’s only the staring they’ve noticed so far.”

Lily laughed, sitting up and draping herself in Barty’s lap. She kissed him, slow and loving, which Barty happily reciprocated, his hand tangling in her hair. They broke apart, foreheads resting together.

“I wonder how no one has noticed we’re together already. I mean, you’re pretty obvious about it, baby.”

Barty laughed, kissing her forehead again. “I have no idea either.”

By the time Barty made it back to the Ravenclaw dorms, his hair was a mess and his cheeks hurt from smiling so much. He went to bed, dreaming of his angel.

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May 3 - learn - 624 words - @bartylily-microfics

It was well past curfew when Lily found Barty Crouch Jr in the library, reading under the light of a lantern. It looked quite old fashioned and dim, yet the boy was enraptured, not even realizing Lily was there until she pulled out a chair to sit across from him.

Barty’s head shoots up when the chair scrapes against the floor, eyes finding green in the darkness. Lily only smiles.

“Relax Crouch, I'm not here to report you. Just wanted to see what you were reading and if I could join?”

Barty only smirked in response, unable to pass up the chance to tease the girl.

“Breaking the rules too, Princess? Thought you were supposed to be a Prefect.” Lily only laughs, not bothered by him at all.

She pulls out her book from a pocket in her robes. Barty only scoots the lantern closer to her and the two read in silence, simply enjoying each other's company.

Lily can feel Barty’s eyes on her as they read. Every so often his eyes flick up, burning into her head. So she decides to play with him.

His soft inhale when she tucks her hair behind ears. The way he stops looking down at all, completely ignoring the book in favor of admiring her.

“You're not going to learn anything if you never look at the book, Barty.” Lily’s smile only grows when she hears his sharp inhale in response.

She looks up to meet his eyes, brown meeting green in the light of the lantern. His cheeks flush and he looks away, running a hand through his hair with a shaky laugh.

“Sorry, sorry, didn't mean to stare. You're just so…” His sentence trails off, cheeks darkening out of embarrassment. Lily only hides a smile behind her hand, endeared and a little pink herself.

The clock chimes from a distance, startling the two students. They exchange sheepish looks and Lily laughs. Barty only stares, stars in his eyes.

“We better get back before we find someone who really will report us.” Lily nods in agreement and they stand.

Barty watches as Lily gathers her things, steels his courage, and clears his throat.

“Uh, can I walk you back to the Gryffindor dorms?” He looks away just as quickly. Lily tries to hide her blush in the dark and nods.

Barty grins and the two make their way back towards Gryffindor, blushing like teens on a first date.

At the Fat Lady, both are hesitant to say goodbye. Will this stay in the night, resigned to ignore and bicker in the daylight?

They both speak at the same time.

“Would you like to do this again?”

“Will you go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?”

They blink, eyes meeting and faces red. Lily starts to laugh, Barty softly joining in.

They smile and at the same time again…

“Yes.”

“Yes, I would love to.”

They both stay there, staring in each other's eyes like lovesick teens. The Fat Lady clears her throat.

“Excuse me, are you coming in Ms. Evans?”

Lily flushes and stammers, “Yes, sorry, I'm coming.” She goes to go through the entrance, then stops. She turns back, scurrying back over to Barty.

“Goodnight Barty.” She then does the most unexpected thing Barty could have thought of. Lily leans up and presses a kiss to his cheek.

With a small smile, she disappears into the Gryffindor common room, leaving Barty dumbfounded and utterly smitten.

He walks back to the Ravenclaw common room with a lovestruck look on his face. He floats in and straight to his dorm, not even noticing Pandora on the couch by the fireplace.

She snickers and thinks to herself, “God, Evan and Reg are gonna eat this up tomorrow.”

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April 18 - prickle - 274 words - @pandalilymicrofics

Today had been the first nice day in a while, so Lily decided it was the perfect day for a picnic.

Pandora packed the basket, full of little sandwiches, cheese and crackers, and freshly baked cupcakes. They walked hand in hand to the field not a mile from their little cottage in the woods.

As they settled in, munching on little treats, Dora gasps in awe.

"Lily, look! Berry bushes!" She gets up to admire them and Lily watches her wife with a smile. She comes up behind her, pressing a kiss behind her ear.

"Let's pick some, yeah? I'll make a pie later for when Harry stops by." Pandora smiles, pressing a sweet kiss to her wife's lips before setting out the remains of their picnic to use the basket.

They go on for a while, picking blackberries, raspberries, and honeyberries. Occasionally, Lily slips one into Dora's mouth with a smile.

"Quality control" is her excuse every time which Pandora has no fight against. As the sun starts to dip, Pandora is startled with a yelp.

"Ow, crap!" Dora rushes over to the side of her wife, concerned. "What happened, love?"

Lily holds out her hand with a sheepish smile, a dot of blood on the end of her pointer finger.

"Just a prickle, Dora, nothing bad" Pandora takes Lily's hand, wiping the blood off with a cloth in her pocket. She then brings the finger to her lips, pressing a kiss to the tip of the injured finger.

Lily smiles, kissing Pandora softly. They gather their things, along with plenty of berries, heading back to their little cottage. Together, hand in hand.

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April 18 - childhood - 285 words - @black-brothers-microfic

Tw: talk of child abuse (mild)

It was late, the night before the first N.E.W.T.S. The marauders, Reg, and his friends sat in a circle. A stack of cards and an empty bottle of veritaserum sits in the middle.

It was a common game they liked to play on nights like this. Drink the veritaserum and everyone takes turns asking questions from the cards.

Regulus sat in James' lap, much to Sirius' disgust, which he made very clear. He stopped after Remus promptly threatened to leave him without kisses for week.

"Petey, your turn!" Peter rolled his eyes at the nickname but took a card. "Question for Sirius." He flipped the card to read it and immediately groaned.

"Sirius...what is your first childhood memory?" Everyone besides Reg groaned as well, knowing whatever came out of the boy's mouth was going to start several new murder plans. Sirius, forever the dramatic man he is, grinned.

He stands and reaches out an arm, the other hand clutching his chest dramatically. "My first memory as a wee lad comes from when I was 4 years old. It was the first time I was put in the punishment closet for 2 days."

Everyone stares, both distraught and astonished that even happened. Regulus only laughs, much to James' dismay.

"2 days and 4 years old!?" He smirks, a hint of mischief shining through. "My first time was 3 days and at 3 years old." James let out a pained sound, hugging Reg closer.

The two brothers promptly break out in an argument about who did it first and who was longer. Everyone else mutters and leaves, game night officially over thanks to the wonderful childhood of the Black brothers once again.

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April 16 - desire - 261 words - @rosekillermicrofic

When Evan arrived home from work and the lights in their apartment were out, he knew it was one of those days.

He sets his keys down and grabs a few essentials. A granola bar, a bottle of water, a heating pad. He trails over to the closed bedroom door and enters.

On the bed is a Barty-shaped lump. Simply staring but not truly seeing, faced towards the wall. Evan sets the things on the dresser beside the bed and climbs in next to him.

At first, Evan just holds Barty, his head on his chest, hands running through his hair. Then, Barty shatters. Sobs wrack his body as he falls apart in Evan's arms. Evan can only hold him, desperately trying to keep him together.

It takes a while, but eventually the tears stop but Evan never stops holding the other man.

"Do you think you can eat something for me, ma moitié?" Barty nods slightly and Evan helps him up, slowly helping him eat the granola bar and drink some water.

"I'm sorry, Rosie." Barty eventually croaks out. Evan only guides him back to his chest and turns on one of Barty's favorite movies. "You have nothing to apologize for, Bee."

He falls asleep and Evan curses every adult who made his lover feel like having desires is selfish. That asking for help is weak. That made his mind unsafe and frightful for him on these days.

All Evan can do is watch and try to help him through it. But Bartemius Crouch Sr. had better count his days.

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And suddenly, I'm 10 years old again

Wondering why equality and basic necessities are being debated like they are a privilege only for some