#microficmay

Hello, microficcers, guess who's back??? 😍

We said we were done with microfics (that was a lie). We said 2024 was the last fest (um, well). But in this crazy year of 2026, we are back and we are better than ever! If you were with us for previous iterations, first of all, welcome back! Second of all, things are going to look a little different this year.

So, let’s get to it! What’s happening with Microfic May 2026?

Microfic May is a multi-fandom, open prompt challenge that encourages the creation of microfiction.

We define microfics as works of fiction that are 50 words or less. However, this limit is merely a suggestion. We accept all lengths!

This is a multi-fandom event open to all characters, ships, ratings, genres, and content.

Participants must be aged 18+ and follow DLDR, SALS, and YKINMKATO etiquettes. (What does this mean?)

The use of AI is prohibited! If we find out you have used AI during any part of the writing process, you will be banned from the fest and your works will be removed from the collection.

We have 32 prompts that are split onto 4 mini bingo cards. Pick a card and get started! If you’re feeling extra ambitious, writing one prompt per day will complete all cards.

Don’t like a prompt? Each bingo card comes with one Alternate prompt option.

To submit a work, add it to our collection on AO3 Microfic May 2026 or post it on Tumblr with the tag #microficmay2026. Feel free to mention us at @microficmay, but we will only be reblogging completed bingo cards at the end of each week.

Check the Info and FAQ pages for more info!

❤️‍🔥 Text version of prompts below the cut ❤️‍🔥

Well Fed Chapter 7: DECOROUS

@microficmay | prompt 2.7: DECOROUS | wc: 100

“Shall we?”

Harry followed Draco upstairs. “Careful of that—”

Draco cleared the step that had tripped Harry twice a day for months, glancing over his shoulder. “What was that?”

“Oh—loose step. You’re fine.”

Harry trailed his finger along the panelling. You like him, too, he thought.

You came back wrong. He’s right. Keep him.

Harry wished he could.

“The house is lovely,” Draco said in the drawing room. “You did well.”

Harry thought he was lying, being polite. Then remembered: Draco didn’t lie. Then looked: it was lovely; warm and welcoming. Unusual.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

We want him. Keep him.

My Microfic May is one story told in 32 drabbles. Read Chapter 8.

Microfic May

Microfic May is a prompt challenge in which participants write a microfic each day in the month of May! Inspired by the OG @microficmay (welcome back!)

This challenge encourages stories written and told in more concise ways! Write a microfic (50 words or less) using the prompt of the day!

You are NOT required to participate for all 31 days. Write a couple, a bunch, or all 31 prompts. Don’t like the day’s prompt? Use one of the alternates prompts.

New collection link you can add your Microfics to:

Damen/Laurent + Nicaise | 50 words | M

tw: implied forced voyeurism/exhibitionism, language

“So he’s just going to sit there and… watch?”

“Unless you’d prefer my uncle.”

“Laurent, you know he couldn’t stomach this—”

“Nicaise.” Turning to Damen, turbulent storm clouds in his blue eyes, “Tradition.”

Damen blinks. “How Draconian can one—”

“Draconian, big word for an Akielon brute.”

Microfic May Prompt: Gravitate

Title: Merged

A binary star system

Two bright lights orbiting each other

Never drawing closer

Nor drifting farther

If I reach for you

Will you remain?

Two atoms colliding

Their fusion releasing a burst of energy

Finally bonded together

Merged in body and soul

I have reached for you

And you stayed.

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Your kudos and comments bring me so much joy so please let me know if you liked it 🥺 I’m still trying to work out poetry

I don't know how many of these I'll do, but I'll keep them all on this post via reblogs and upload them to Ao3 at the end! I'm aiming for <100 words per fic which is an extreme challenge for me, the most verbose bitch in the world. @microficmay

Prompt: Nomad Word Count: 61

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"Neva' seen a Dalish wit'out the'r…" The Starkhaven merchant gestured at his own face.

Syrion smiled kindly, paying a silver more than marked.

"Ah, and you're likely never to, arani."

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Flinty arrowheads caught the crepuscular rays between the branches.

"Andaran atish’an, da'len."

"Garas quenathra, flat-ear?" said the young mage at the Keeper's side.

"Atisha, lethal'len," Syrion smiled kindly.

"Teltas lethal, alin."

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following tradition, all my @microficmay entries are connected into a larger story. this year we're keeping the lads in london. previous entries can be read here. 50 words. rated T for darker themes. drarry

“Here to ruin my fun, Potter?” 

“Is fun what you’re having?” Potter frowns. “Cuppa and I’ll explain?” 

“Invite yourself in, by all means.” Draco opens the door anyway. “I’ll put the kettle on.” 

Tea brewed, Potter skips the niceties. “You die tomorrow. Tuesday, I mean. A wayward curse.”