#microficmay2026

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 ❤️‍🔥

@microficmay prompt: Upbraid. WC: 162

"Yes, Malfoy."

"Yes, Malfoy."

"Yes, Malfoy." Harry had lost count of the number of times he'd said it. He had stopped listening some time ago, content to simply watch Malfoy pace back and forth in front of him, red-faced and exasperated. He was used to being upbraided by his former nemesis turned boss.

The man stopped his pacing and leaned into Harry's personal space, close enough that Harry could smell his citrusy aftershave.

"You are not even listening." Malfoy accused, cigarette-scented breath wafting across Harry's face.

"No, Malfoy."

"I should suspend you." Malfoy poked a long pale finger into Harry's chest.

"Yes, Malfoy."

"You're just trying to extend your holiday." He pulled back with a knowing smirk.

"Yes, Malfoy."

"What's so exciting that you want a whole month off, Potter?"

"I finally convinced my secret boyfriend to go away with me," Harry answered. "I'm hoping he'll agree that it shouldn't be a secret anymore after this."

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.

for the @microficmay prompt nomad

Love is a challenge to Harry, like everything else.

He does his level best to break it before it can get broken or stolen or killed. 

But Draco has seen Harry’s dreams. The ribbon was never incongruent. It was an addition. Someone unyielding, but soft.

@microficmay

Prompt: Pure & Simple Word count: 100

Everything about Draco’s life was complicated. Since the day he was born, he’d learned a labyrinthine set of rules, along with its multitude of caveats, exceptions, and loopholes: things that one needed to know to survive this murky, confusing world.

So, the first time Harry said, ‘I love you,’ it was only natural for Draco to ask what he meant.

Was it: ‘I love you, if…’; ‘I love you, but’; ‘I love you, so…’?

But Harry shrugged and said, ‘I just do.’

Without conditions or deflections or requirements.

Just: I love you.

Silky clothes are covering most of his skin.

Turtle necks.

Collar buttoned up high.

Perfect tie.

Scarf, covering his nose.

Gloves on his fingers, every time it’s possible.

Laces, then leather, cashmere. 

What’s underneath? Harry wonders, sometimes thinking of shreds, scars and blood. Sometimes, just wondering about heartbeats.

Thank you @microficmay for the prompt!

drarry | word count: 134 | title from: “black hole” (Wikipedia) | ⋆˚꩜｡ | for the @microficmay card #1 prompt: saunter

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Draco forced a grin, then gave it, (gracious).

“You’ll carry me out of here, then?”

Potter’s pity split— he laughed, the edge of it breaking through the concealment charm. “Suppose I’ll have to.”

It was a good laugh, now that Draco could hear it proper.

“How romantic,” he hummed.

“Fuck off,” Potter answered, mirth-mellowed.

“A favour, Potter,” Draco said, gaze flicking to the eyes that weren’t Potter’s eyes.

“Yeah?”

“The next time you tell me to fuck off,” he prodded, slow steps carrying him closer, soot-stain fingers falling to the front of his uniform, all that innocuous grey wool. Bold in the absence of consequence, of memory.

“Next time, tell me while you’re wearing your own face.”

Hopscotch-Potter grinned back at him, the shape of it wrong. (& yet, the feeling familiar.)

“Sure. Alright.”

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“I hate you.” Dean’s voice was high-pitched, dick leaking against his stomach, abandoned, his brother pawing him down — naked Dean against fully clothed Sam.

“You don't,” Sam replied, feral and rough, face framed by dark strands of hair. “You love this, me.”

And Sam was right. Dean loved him, eternally.