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Make the new year even more enchanting and mystical than last year, with these January prompts. To leave the fairies happy offer them a gift filled with toadstools, cabins and cute animals all packed into a fic as small as their fairy garden.
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December 26 - Reindeer
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Regulus scowled at his reflection in the mirror, furiously rubbing the alovera sun gel into his skin. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, going out for ice cream, he just hadn’t accounted for the 30 minute walk it would take to get there. Now he was dealing with the consequences.
Behind him, the door creaked open, revealing Barty standing their with the same permanent smirk on his face. Barty took one look at Regulus before bursting out laughing.
“You look like Rudolph the red nosed reindeer,” he said.
Regulus only scowled harder. “Shut up, it’s not that bad.”
Barty only gave him a look that said, it is.
Regulus looked at his own reflection again, okay, maybe he did look a bit like a tomato.
“I’m not leaving the house for at least a week,” he said, earning himself a chuckle from Barty.
Grt into the Christmas spirit with these December Prompts. Will Barty and Regulus spend their holidays outside in the snow or make a mess of decorating a gingerbread house? A microfic would be the perfect gift this Christmas. Happy holidays to those who celebrate!
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Regulus loved dealing with his partner. Especially today, when Barty slammed the door open and stood in the doorway, his eyes sparkling in that dangerous way.
"What is that?" Regulus asked, standing in the hallway, his arms crossed. He was referring to the hoodie in Barty's arms, carefully being cradled.
Even though Halloween is over Regulus and Barty can’t help but be a little wary. Skeletons, ghouls and zombies have left them on edge. Pick a prompt to discover how superstitious they’ve become. I hope you can come up with some great fics, fingers crossed!
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October 14 - Ramora
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Regulus felt Barty’s warm breath in the back of his neck. Usually, he didn’t mind when his boyfriend was this close but he was currently engrossed in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.
“Ramora,” Barty murmured pointing to a picture of a large silver fish. Regulus’ eyes flitted across the page. The Ramora was a large fish that could grow to be bigger than a boat. It was usually found in the ocean.
“They’ve got a Ramora here at Hogwarts, y’know,” Barty said with a smirk.
“Hogwarts has a giant squid not a giant fish,” Regulus supplied flatly, his eyes not leaving the page.
Barty tutted and rolled his eyes. “Oh, Reggie,” he started patronisingly. “No wonder, you’re such a terrible flirt. You can’t catch an innuendo for your life.”
Regulus clanged up with his eyes furrowed, confusion etched onto is face until he saw Barty’s eyes flick downwards pointedly.
Regulus snatched the thick volume from the table and started thwacking Barty’s arm with it.
“You. Did. Not. Just. Say. That.” He grunted in time with his hits.
The boys have chosen Care of Magical Creatures to fill up their free time table slot. Taking care of harmless flobberworms and cute crups should be easy as long as Barty doesn’t mess around too much. Let’s hope the boys don’t encounter any XXXXX classified creature, otherwise Merlin save them.
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21st September ~ Sunscreen
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"Barty just come put the stupid sunscreen on."
"Not happening I'm gonna get a tan!" And with that he was sprinting towards the water after Pandora.
Dorcas nudged his shoulder with hers, "how long till he's burnt? I give it an hour."
"Half an hour."
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Regulus and Dorcas sat together under their umbrella reading, they had Evan snoring from beside them as background noise.
They barely saw Barty and Pandora for the next hour while the swam and fought and tried to drown each other
Eventually though they came back.
"Sadly Barty's still living guys I didn't properly drown him." She threw herself down next to Regulus.
"Nice to see you lobster."
"Shut up Reg! You're just jealous of my lovely tan!" He make stupid kissy faces at Regulus before sitting at the other side of him.
"You're bright red but sure."
He finally looked at his arm, "Okay maybe I am a bit burnt..."
"It's fine I've got aftersun I knew you'd get burnt.:
The boys have packed the essentials and are braving the harsh outdoors. With a weekend of campfires, canoes and stargazing, it’s sure to be fun, right? Or will the insects and lack of comfort turn this camping trip sour? Pick a prompt and find out.
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14 August - Brooch
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Regulus looked back at himself in the reflection of the brooch, its curved emerald green surface distorting his features. His eyes made wider and the bottom half of his face smaller. The velvet of the box was smooth on his fingers, like the dresses his mother used to wear when he was a child. It made sense, his mother's most prized possession wrapped in rich velvet.
He slipped the brooch out of its casing and ran his fingers along the jagged edges made to resemble a tree's leaves. The Black Family Tree, his mother had reminded him over and over again. Whenever he felt like he was getting away the root's of it wrapped back around his legs, planting him in place.
He pinned the silver tree to his suit jacket, right over his heart. The house was eerily silent, both of his parents now having passed and Sirius not been living with them for over 3 years. He couldn't imagine Sirius returning, not even for his mother's funeral.
Evan, Pandora and Dorcas had promised to come if he needed them but he declined. He didn’t need them, he was a Black and the heir now. He was on his own and didn’t have time for friends with such frivolous fantasies of what the future would be like. While they were playing pranks instead of studying he was getting ahead, researching Dark Magic and hunting down people who could become useful when the Dark Lord came to power.
Then there was Barty, the only one who Regulus couldn’t quite manage to let go. Every time Regulus pulled away a thread of Barty’s coat was stuck to his ring finger. He was loud and overexcited, impulsive and spontaneous, it all flowed out of him like his very being was too much. He wasn’t made to be filled with Barty’s excess. No, instead he has to chip away his own being, filling the empty space with a Black Family shaped plug. He’d mould himself into the rightful heir.
Regulus turned from the mirror, knowing the next time he looked into it he’d be a completely different person. Not a confused boy just trying to find his way, but a man who knew exactly how to lead.
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While they may not be ‘Golden Boys’ Regulus and Barty are sure act like they wear crowns. Can you write a fic deserving of a first place trophy? Pick a prompt and found out!
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@bartylusmicroficprompts — July 21 — Pirate — word count: 226
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October 31st. Halloween. A night for dressing up in costumes, collecting candy, and embracing terror.
One of the dumbest muggle holidays, in Regulus’ opinion. But for whatever reason, Barty loved it.
This year, Barty insisted on being a pirate for halloween. And he was trying to drag Regulus into it too.
“Come on, Reg! Don’t I look hot?” He asked with a cocky grin, leaning against the wall. He had on a big tricorn-style hat, which looked surprisingly good on him, a white shirt with frilly sleeves and a dark vest that also served as a corset. He’d even figured out a way to disguise his wand as a fake hook for his hand.
All in all, Barty looked surprisingly good dressed as a pirate. Especially with the messy eyeliner around his eyes that were already so easy to get lost in. Regulus couldn’t believe how fond he was of the costume.
And the frilly shirt Barty was wearing a cut rather low, and it showed off a mark of his neck that Regulus had left there at some point. No doubt it was Barty’s intention to put it on display.
Unfortunately, Barty Crouch Jr. was a very convincing man, and soon enough Regulus was decked out in full pirate attire, trying to hide a grin as Barty kept making jokes about wanting ‘booty’, the idiot.
14 July - Barbaric
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Regulus’ fingers moved deftly, his hand grasping silverware that had been passed down for generations. Now, residing in the never dusty kitchen cupboard of No. 12 Grimmauld Place. He barely even needed to use a knife, the chicken fell off the bone like autumn leaves floating off a spindly tree after being pushed off by the slightest breeze.
The chicken tasted delectable on his tongue, having been rubbed with the perfect mix of spices and herbs by the family’s house elves. If the Black family’s dining etiquette hadn’t been drilled into him from the age he could sit up at a table by himself he might of even let out a little moan.
“Oh, this chicken is amazing,” Barty moaned from across the table, his eyes literally rolling into the back of his head. (Regulus was slightly jealous that he never made him moan like that.)
There was a coat of seasoning creating a brown smudge over and around Barty’s lips and hands from where he was grabbing the chicken leg by the bone that made Barty look like a toddler. He couldn’t believe that him - someone at the height of decorum and politeness was dating a man like that.
Barty kept eating, tearing strips of meat off the bone before he had even swallowed the previous bite. It was barbaric.
All Regulus could do was stare at his plate, silently cutting up pieces of his food and trying to ignore the horrendous display of bestiality that was coming from his partner mere inches away from him.
When Barty was finished he leaned back into his chair with a loud sigh, over exaggeratedly rubbing his stomach.
“Compliments to the fucking chef.”
“I’ll be sure to mention it.”
Regulus’ eyes drifted to the pile of bones on the side of Barty’s plate. They were sucked clean, not a single piece of meat left on them.
“All right, I gotta go empty this out.” Barty got up from the chair with a groan, his hand on his lower back like he was four times his age. His fingers were still grimy with seasoning as he pushed his chair in. Looking down at them, Barty shrugged before wiping them off on his jeans.
Regulus’ eye twitched.
@bartylusmicroficprompts — July 10 — Torture — word count: 210
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Barty groaned dramatically for the hundredth time today. He had been particularly obnoxious today, sighing and groaning and acting like a complete drama king because, well, what would you expect from him?
Regulus rolled his eyes and looked up at the boy, who he was literally lying against. “What is it, Crouch?”
“This is torture,” Barty whined, pouting in the most dramatic way that only Bartemius Crouch Junior could.
“Torture? Imagine how I feel, I am literally bleeding and immobilized.”
“Well, yeah, but that’s why it’s torture for me!” Barty insisted, acting as if he really was the one suffering here. “My darling boyfriend is in pain and I can’t even do anything to help…I’m so upset.”
Regulus scoffed and flicked Barty on the forehead. “Oh please, you’re just pouting because I told you to keep your hands to yourself.”
Barty pretended to be offended, but he knew full well Regulus was right. He was very upset at not being able to do anything the entire week.
Regulus rolled his eyes, tilting his head to kiss the pout off of Barty’s lips. “There. Happy?”
Barty’s face immediately brightened, a huge grin replacing the pout. He nodded, deciding he should probably stop complaining now before Regulus decided to without kisses, too.
July 4 - Empire
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Regulus didn’t mean to thrust the door open so hard it banged against the wall, sending a reverberating thud bouncing off the stone walls of his dorm room but it wasn’t his fault that a cramp akin to being stabbed by a knife had hit him right as he made contact with the handle.
Regulus would of very much liked to flop down onto his bed starfish style and not think about anything else except when he was going to haul himself up to go down for dinner but unfortunately for him a pile of chocolate the size of a small mountain was in the middle of where he was supposed to be. Furthermore, lounging next to the chocolate mountain halfway through his own bar was Barty, a smug expression on his face.
“Why is this shit on my bed?” Regulus snapped, thrusting his arm forward to swipe it off the bed.
Barty doesn’t up. “Hey, hey, baby, I bought this for you. Try to be a little more grateful.”
Barty’s grin was a stark contrast to Regulus’ glare, in fact Regulus was resisting the urge to punch it off his face.
“Where did you even get this from? I know your father doesn’t give you that much of an allowance”
“Let’s just say I have an empire…” Barty put his fingertips together over his chest, looking at Regulus with a grin.
A sigh left Regulus’ lips, on a day when his body wasn’t actively trying to harm him he would’ve questioned Barty further but right now he didn’t care about Barty’s profitable and most likely illegal business.
“Shove over” Regulus said and reached for a chocolate frog.
July 1 - Knight
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