vignettes

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
M/M
G
vignettes
Summary
vi · gnette (n.)/ vinˈjɛt / : a brief evocative description, account, or episode. Or, a collection of stories about James and Regulus finding each other in every lifetime.
Note
hello! this is essentially a giant collection of stories that i wrote based on prompts from the jegulus-microfic account on Tumblr. i wrote them starting in July 2023 and stopped in January 2024. i've been meaning to transfer them to AO3 for the better part of the last year, but i finally got around to it over the last several days.please check chapter summaries for any content warnings! this collection is marked 'Not Rated' because the ratings for each microfic vary drastically from day to day. please also note that these microfics are completely unedited. they're exactly as they appeared on Tumblr; i didn't do any fancy edits or look for spelling errors. they're also old! so my writing has changed a lot since they were initially published. but i'm still proud of quite a few of them, so i decided to keep them archived somewhere safe.i've backdated the chapters to the date the microfic was originally published on AO3. this is more for me (as a way to keep track of when i wrote things and how my writing has evolved), but that's why even though it's posting in January 2025, the dates will say mid-2023.if you opt to read them, i hope you enjoy ❤️ and you can find me on Tumblr now, if you'd like!
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snitch

It’s in the aftermath, sweat cooling on their flushed skin and grins loose on their faces, that James pulls what Regulus least expects from his bedside table.

Their bodies are so entwined that were it not for the contrast of soft pale skin and a golden bronze tan, you might not know where one ends and the other begins.

“What’s that?” asks Regulus, his head on James’ chest, curls tickling the underside of James’ chin.

James holds the golden ball above him between pointer finger and thumb. “The snitch I stole ages ago. Back when we were in school.”

Regulus adjusts his leg thrown over James’ hip. “Why the hell did you steal a snitch?”

“Why not?” James shoots him a crooked grin. His thumb rubs absent circles on the high point of Regulus’ shoulder.

“Is it the first one you caught?”

James’ smile turns soft, almost shy. He turns and buries his nose in Regulus’ hair, voice muffled when he says, “No, love. It’s yours.”

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