#eddie's microfics

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one of us is dead 1

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for @jegulus-microfic prompt cemetery, wc 279

“Okay, but isn’t this kinda cringe? A huge ass abandoned mansion behind a creepy fucking cemetery in a bumfuck town in the middle of nowhere. And what’s more? The place was apparently so foggy only a week ago that no one could see past the trees, but suddenly the fog is gone, and the view is all clear. How can anyone miss such a big mansion built on a goddamn hill? No matter the fog. And moreover–”

“Are you scared, Crouch?” Sirius cuts his rambling off. “Because if you are, you can turn around and leave.”

“I’m not scared!” Barty defends. “I’m being realistic.”

“Don’t,” Sirius deadpans. “It’s creepy.”

“You–!”

“Shut up, both of you,” Regulus snaps. “I don’t think the map the locals gave us is entirely accurate. We might just have to go in blind.”

“Obviously, the map is inaccurate,” Barty scoffs. “The townsfolk didn’t even want to acknowledge the existence of the mansion. Even when they could fucking see it.”

“That’s what makes it all the more interesting! Why was the place covered in fog? Where did all the fog go? Why the hell are people so scared of it? Man, I have a good feeling about this place.” Sirius looks ready to vibrate out of his skin with excitement. 

“You’re the only person in the world who has good feelings about haunted mansions, you freak,” Barty mutters, and these two start arguing again. 

“Let’s hurry up and go in, you idiots,” Regulus sighs. “I have no desire to waste the day standing outside, listening to your bullshit.”

Regulus pushes the door open with his gloved hands. They step inside, and the door closes behind them. 

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one of us is dead 24

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for @jegulus-microfic prompt spirit, wc 247, emotional manipulation

James knows Regulus knows. He can see the shift in his eyes. His chocolate orbs now seem red with bloodlust. It puts Regulus on edge. James can kill him anytime he wants. But James acts as if nothing has changed at all. 

“Good morning, love,” James kisses his temple and Regulus is left frozen on the bed. James sits across from him and puts the tray with breakfast between them. “I’m thinking we should try going north today. We have yet to check all the rooms there although I’m pretty sure the rooms are shifting on their own.”

“You would know, wouldn’t you?” Regulus says before he can bite his tongue.

James looks up at him slowly. He tilts his head to one side and gives him a once over, like a predator scrutinising its prey. There is a shadow of a smirk at the corner of his mouth that makes Regulus’ blood freeze in his veins. The smirk shifts into a bright beaming smile, “Of course I would. I’ve been living here a long time.”

Regulus swallows harshly and looks down at his plate again. He doesn’t have an appetite but he needs food if he’s going to stand strong against James. He is playing games with Regulus, he knows that. And Regulus doesn’t want to play along, but he also has no idea how to leave James’ playground. All the mind games are breaking his spirit, and perhaps, that’s exactly what James is aiming for. 

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one of us is dead 7

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for @jegulus-microfic prompt moonlit, wc 365, mentioned: death, gore, arson, attempted murder

James’ story is one that chills Regulus’ blood and fills him with dread. James tells them about being born and raised in this mansion. About his two other friends who he grew up with. About an unknown disease creeping into the small town, and all the people, along with his parents, succumbing to it. James tells him what the disease does to people. The bulging eyes, slack jaw, rotten skin. Exactly what Regulus saw in the picture. 

It’s a death more painful than imaginable. 

Every single person in this town died of this disease. Everyone except James and his two friends. And when people outside of the town found out about the tragedy of this town and how James and his friends managed to survive instead of helping them, they locked them in this place and tried to burn this place down. 

They failed, obviously. Because Regulus has seen the whole exterior of the mansion. This place is old but there is no sign of it ever being lit on fire. James confirms this. The fire somehow extinguished itself and all the people who tried to kill them died within three months because of the same disease. The three of them have been stuck inside since. And they gained some weird sort of powers. 

Regulus wouldn’t believe any of it if he hadn’t experienced teleportation and James hadn’t made him pass out.

Since then, the mansion has been surrounded by fog except for a random few days the fog clears and attracts all kinds of people to this place. Researchers, thrill seekers. And they all catch the disease and die. 

No one gets out of this mansion. Nor alive, nor dead.

“James,” Regulus says slowly, “What–what year do you think it is?” Regulus is honestly scared of the answer. But there is no way any of the incidents from James’ story is a recent event. 

“It’s been a few years since the incident. So, um, the 1900s?”

Regulus hadn’t noticed before but the room is dark now. The only source of light is the moon outside. Regulus looks at the confusion and hesitance in James’ moonlit face and feels his heart breaking. 

“James, it's 2023.”

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one of us is dead 4

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for @jegulus-microfic prompt scream, wc 180

Regulus runs and tries to hide between the shelves. But the gaps between each shelf are so large that hiding is impossible. And the room is so bright that there are no dark corners at all. Regulus listens to the footsteps; unhurried, almost bored. Regulus holds his breath and moves to another shelf. He is running in the opposite direction of whoever is there. 

But no matter how far he goes, the footsteps keep inching closer. He stops behind the farthest shelf and takes a deep breath. He listens carefully for the steps, but he can’t hear anything. He resists the urge to sigh in relief. Maybe, Regulus finally lost them. He’ll wait here for a while and then go and look for an exit. 

Regulus jumps on his feet when he feels an arm circle his waist. His scream is cut off with a hand over his mouth. He fights against the hold, but to no avail. The person is too strong. 

Warm breath hits his neck and Regulus stills. “Relax, love,” They say, and Regulus’ world goes black. 

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one of us is dead 6

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for @jegulus-microfic prompt pumpkin, wc 353, suggestive language

The first thing that comes to Regulus’ mind when the owner of the voice comes to view is–

Holy-fucking-shit.

The second thought is if he doesn’t get to ride that man at least once he’s going to kill himself and spare the ghost the effort. 

He has dark curly hair, chocolate skin, chocolate eyes covered by round wired glasses and a devil-may-care smile. He is wearing a white cotton shirt with sleeves rolled up and a pair of black slacks that stretch at all the right places. Regulus is almost salivating. 

He doesn’t even care that this man might be responsible for whatever that is happening with them or that he may be the one who brought him to this room. He doesn’t care if the man is a ghost or a magician or the devil himself. If he doesn’t get to sleep with this man he will die. 

“Did you sleep well?” The man asks as he stands at the foot of the bed.

“Huh?” Great going, Regulus.

“I’m sorry about the way I brought you here,” The man rubs the back of his neck sheepishly.

Oh no, on top of being hot, he’s also adorable. Why isn’t the universe being more considerate of Regulus’ poor slutty heart?

“I shouldn’t have made you pass out. I was simply trying to bring you here quickly.”

“Why did you want to bring me here?” He is so proud that his voice comes out steady. “And what do you mean by you made me pass out?” He already has an inkling but he wants to hear it from the man himself. 

The man tentatively takes a few steps closer to him and sits by him on the bed. Now that he’s so close, Regulus notices a few more things about him. There is a scar on the right corner of his lips, his ears are pierced, his lips are chapped and he smells like pumpkins. 

He’s so glad he came here.

“It’s a really long story. I guess I’ll start with my name. I’m James.”

Regulus gives him a small smile. “Hello, James. I’m Regulus.”

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one of us is dead 18

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for @jegulus-microfic prompt treat, wc 412

“What was that for?” James asks once they pull up for air.

“A little treat,” He gives James a little peck again. “As a thank you.” Regulus runs his hands up James’ chest, feeling the hard muscles under his fingers, and winds his arms around his neck. James’ grip on his waist tightens making his breath hitch.

“Hmm,” James gives him a coy smile. “I don’t know. I’m not feeling properly thanked yet. Maybe you should try again.”

Regulus grins and leans up again.

Regulus is giddy with happiness. On a surface level, he knew that James was attracted to him. But Regulus wasn’t going to be satisfied with only physical attraction when he was obsessed with James. 

But he can feel James’ emotions in every kiss, every touch. How James smiles into the kiss, touches him gently only with a hint of possessiveness. His earlier dread and fear are all but forgotten. The only thought in his head is James James James.

It takes them a long time to finally detangle from each other because they simply can’t stop kissing. But Regulus actually wants to read the books. Maybe even take some with him to the bedroom so that when he eventually faces some other bullshit the mansion throws at them and he has another breakdown, he can entertain himself with something while he self-quarantines in the room.

He drifts from shelf to shelf and picks out various books that catch his fancy and James carries them behind him. After Regulus is done, at least for now, they go sit on the lounge. His eyes shift to the mantle and the picture above it. He shudders at the grotesque display. With everything going on, he completely forgot about the picture. 

James follows his line of sight, “Ah that, it’s another thing done by the mansion. Remember I told you how me and my friends were the only ones to not get infected? When the mansion transformed into this, after the fire, the pictures turned like this. Like it’s trying to remind us of what was supposed to happen to us.”

“No, it wasn’t. If it was supposed to happen to you, it would’ve happened. This mansion is senile and fucked up and it’s playing mind games by poking at your vulnerabilities. Don’t believe anything it shows you.”

James gives him a smile so soft it all but melts him, “The mansion gave me some good things too. It gave me you.”

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one of us is dead 2

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for @jegulus-microfic prompt lantern, wc 232

The door slams behind him as soon as they enter the mansion. 

“Another cliche. This is most definitely a set up,” Barty laughs, but his voice is shaking. 

Sirius, for once, keeps quiet. Instead, he turns their flashlights on. Or well, he tries to. Because no matter how many times any of them try to turn them on. They don’t work. They try their phone’s flashlights next but would you see that? None of their phones are working. On top of that, despite being early in the morning, the mansion is so dark that Regulus can’t even see Sirius and Barty who he knows are right beside him. 

“We should leave,” Sirius suggests.

“If you can see the door, you’re welcome to try to open it,” Regulus tries to make out the shapes of objects around the room but it’s futile. 

Regulus flinches when a blinding light abruptly fills the room. He scrunches his eyes close. After a while, he slowly opens them and finds himself in a ridiculously big library instead of the entrance of the mansion. There are lanterns lighting up the room, even though it’s not possible for them to burn so brightly. They need to leave this place right now. 

He turns around, but his blood runs cold as he finds that he’s the only one in the room, and Sirius and Barty are nowhere to be seen. 

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darlin', i'm falling 17

for @jegulus-microfic prompt stag, wc 193, implied nsfw

James casts a cleaning charm on them and lays down on the bed. Regulus immediately snuggles into his chest and wraps his arms around James. A comfortable blanket of silence falls upon them. Neither of them are tired enough to sleep, so they keep basking in each other's warmth.

"My Patronus changed," Regulus mumbles, and James looks down at him.

"Hmm? Your Patronus changed? To what?"

Regulus lifts his head up and hives James an unimpressed look, "What do you think, you that? Of course, it's a stag!"

"Oh. Oh! Aww baby, I love you too."

"I hope you choke on your next breath."

"Please, that'll break your heart, honey," He grins cheekily and trails his fingers down Regulus' spine. He shivers in James' arms. James pushes Regulus backwards into the bed and hovers over him. "Now say it back, baby. Say that you love me."

"In your dreams," Regulus tries to look nonchalant, but his voice is too breathless to pull it off.

"How about–" He mouthed Regulus' neck, "I show you how much I love you, and then you can say it back."

"Maybe," Regulus whimpers.

"I can work with that."

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