Bartemius @thornsandswordsmakesuchapretyred - Tumblr Blog

"It's like when you kiss someone on the cheek. or the forehead. it just means affection."

"oh," regulus nodded,

"yeah, just to show love."

regulus kissed bartys hand again

barty smiled and kissed regulus' cheek, pulling back quickly when he saw a shadow next to them.

regulus looked up as well,

"should we go somewhere more private?" barty whispered.

regulus nodded, quietly

barty grabbed regulus' hand and stood up, checking around to make sure no one sees them.

"you're so cautious"

"i dont want you to get in trouble," barty admitted

"noble," regulus smiled,

"for the prince i must,"

"i like it, its nice."

"i'll continue it then."

"lovely."

"wonderful," barty agreed. they walked together in silence, finally making their way to regulus' chambers.

regulus grabbed a peice of parchment off his desk, writing something on it.

barty followed after him. "what's that?" he asked.

"something to give to rudolphus," regulus said simply, "saying that you were with me."

"oh. thank you. you're incredibly kind. i can give it to him if you'd like."

"mhm," regulus handed the note to barty

barty pocketed the note, sitting down on the floor next to regulus.

regulus smiled over at barty, offering a hand,

barty takes it, but instead of lifting himself up he pulled regulus down with him.

regulus laughed lightly, falling to his knees and leaning into barty.

"you're laugh is beautiful," barty complimented.

"thank you, dear"

barty smiled sweetly, leaning down and kissing regulus.

regulus kissed barty back

"you taste nice," barty murmured. "is that weird to say?"

"no. i dont think so"

"good."

regulus brushed a hand over bartys jaw,

barty blushed deeply. "You're cold."

"i dont really have any need for body heat,"

"ah yes, i suppose not."

regulus smiled, "you humans are always warm, its nice. im quite like granite, im never anything but cold."

"i like that youre so cold."

"good"

"would you like me to stay here tonight?"

"yes, please."

"alright. i will then ."

"good, thank you."

barty stood up, bringing regulus with him and to his bed.

regulus laid back on his bed, pulling barty ontop of him.

barty rested his head on regulus' chest, laying his hand on his shoulder.

"you're comforting"

"i think that's because i am with you."

"why thank you,"

"you're welcome."

"you dont often wear plate armor," regulus noted, "its an odd thing for a knight of the castle to only wear fabric and chainmail."

"i dont often find reason to. when im protecting you and the castle i shall of course wear it. but ahy any other times?"

"its nice, not to be constantly poked with metal,"

"its extremely nice. i have much less scar wounds."

regulus pushed up bartys sleeve, kissing the newly available skin.

barty blushed and leaned his arm up, shoving his face into regulus' chest.

"you're red again," regulus seemed proud of himself, doing the same thing to the other arm.

"it happens quite often with you," Barty laughed.

"good, i want it to continue,"

"please do." bartys eyes were hazy from want, a dream like an smile on his face.

regulus undid the tie on bartys collar,

Barty helped, tossing it off to the side of the bed.

regulus looked over bartys underclothes, "hmm, that scratchy fabric cant be comfortable-"

"ive gotten used to it,"

"you can wear mine, if you wish,"

"i wouldnt want to take that from you."

"even if they were a gift?"

"i would have to give you a gift in return."

"and whys that?"

",well it'd only be fair."

"but i am in a much better place to be giving."

"im sure i could find something. or do something."

"hmm, actually, there is one thing you could do,"

barty perked up. "and that is?"

"accept my gifts without arguing," regulus joked.

barty slumped back down on regulus' chest. "i... suppose. if you really wanted to."

regulus laughed lightly, and began undoing bartys undershirt

barty helped, leaning back and guiding regulus' fingers.

regulus smiled, letting himself be led along.

"you're very gentle," barty noted. he took off his shirt fully and threw it to the ground along with his tie.

"why wouldnt i be?"

"i'm not sure. you just dont seem like the type."

"hmm," regulus brushed a hand down bartys neck.

barty shivered, insticntavly reaching up and grabbing regulus arm.

"whats wrong?"

"nothing!" barty said immediately. "you're just cold is all."

"ohhh," regulus smiled, "good, if that is all, i can warm my hads with the candles before continuing if you like."

"no," barty said before dropping his hand. "i like it."

"oh, wonderful," regulus leaned in, dragging his hands lightly down farther

barty followed regulus hands with his own, his eyes blown wide with affection.

regulus found one of the scars on bartys side, brushing his fingers over it lightly.

barty stayed quiet for a little while before asking regulus if he liked the scars.

"they are.. brutish," regulus nodded, "you would do well in the outlands. im sure any of the warriors would apreciate you."

barty smiled. "i'm glad you think so highly of me. although it would be a shame to be away from you for so long."

"i have no plans to send you away," regulus assured,

"wonderful," barty smiled.

"you are too important to me to let you away," regulus shook his head, sitting up under barty. "i'd like to lay against the pillows, if you dont mind moving."

"i don't mind," barty said as he scooted slightly away from regulus, giving him room and fixing the pillow.

regulus leaned back, opening his arms for barty to come back.

barty fell into regulus' arms, looking up at him with wide but calm eyes.

regulus looked up at barty, "your face is more delicate than your profession would lead one to beleive."

barty flushed deeply and turned his head away from regulus. "thank you, your highness.... that is a good thing, correct?"

"yes, sir," regulus nodded, "its more accepted of a half-thing like me to be with a similarly soft person."

"a half-thing?" barty asked curiously.

"theres no english word for it, but its our third and fourth genders. im half woman half nothing, and some are half man half nothing. its a reminant of old fae heritage. i have no chest, but most other feminine charictaristics."

"oh. interesting. but- if you're half women and half nothing then how are you a prince?"

"because my father was kind," regulus brushed bartys hair behind his ear, "and our rules of monarchy are looser than human ones."

"i like that." barty hummed quietly, smiling against regulus.

regulus put his head against bartys shoulder, closing his eyes.

"are you getting tired?"

"yes.."

"would you like to go to sleep?"

"yes,"

"would you like me to stay?"

"i do, very much"

"okay." barty lied down on regulus' chest and pulled the covers up at the same time he leaned in for a kiss.

regulus happily kissed barty back

"you make me really happy," barty whispered, pressing his cheek to regulus'.

"you make me happy aswell,"

"wonderful," barty smiled slightly. he gave regulus one last peck on the cheek and laid down.

regulus laid on his back, looking at the ceiling, "i'll tell your instructor you were with me."

"thank you." barty said, then after a moment, "i think your brother is onto us."

"i dont see how its his businuss."

"thats what i said."

"good,"

"goodnight."

@prince-of-silver

barty stalked out of regulus' bed room, his hair a mess and clothes sticking to his body. he hadn't noticed when another figure appeared next to him when he was about to open the door to his own room.

"Crouch. Is there a reason for this ungodly appearance outside of your quarters?" He says sternly, he's not going to comment on seeing Barty leave Regulus' room just yet.

barty stiffens, turning to Sirius sharply. "It is only 5 after all, Sir Black. I hadn't expected anyone to be awake."

"Doesn't matter. You have all necessary amenities of wash in your room. It's a matter of respect for others and yourself; you should never leave your room looking like this." Sirius walks closer, "Especially when visiting the Prince.." he adds coldly.

"I'll keep that in mind for a later date." Barty opens his door further, clearly trying to escape the conversation.

Sirius holds the door open while barty tries to shut it. "Why were you in my brother's room, Crouch."

Barty sighed, "That's between me and Prince Regulus. If you want to know so badly all him."

"Check your attitude, human. If you keep these types of meetings up, I will have you reassigned to the worst assignment in the military. Leave him the fuck alone."

"I don't think Regulus would like that that much."

"Tough for him. He's lucky I let you in this wing, Crouch. I still don't trust you in the slightest."

"I'm well aware," Barty snapped, his patience wearing thin.

"Go clean up, human." Sirius mutters, letting go of the door, and turning away.

barty shot up in bed, the loud bang startling him. He hadn't been able to sleep that night (or the past few nights if he was to be honest), due to overthinking, that son of a bitch.

he quickly got out of bed and in only his night pants and a silk shirt he took the nearby lantern that he'd lit with a spell the evening prior and made his way into the hall, knocking on regulus' door to make sure everything was alright.

@the-prince-loved

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"thank you"

"you need a new sword," regulus decided, somewhat suddenly, taking bartys hands into his own and looking at the calloses on his palm

"probably yes," barty laughed.

"are you partial to silver or copper?"

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"i don't mind them,"

"silver then."

"alright," barty smiled, leaning over to kiss regulus once more.

regulus smiled, kissing barty back, "thank you."

"why are you thanking me?" barty asked, confused.

"because you arent pushing me away."

barty smiled once again, "i would never push you away. i just got you after all,"

"lovely. because you're never getting rid of me."

"id never want to," barty whispered, slowly taking regulus' hand into his own and locking their fingers together.

regulus looked down, biting his lip slightly and smiling athtier hands.

"now you really cant leave."

regulus looked back up at barty, "never."

barty blushed as him and regulus locked eyes, using his free arm to grab him and pull him impossibly closer.

regulus hugged barty back,

"we should do something. to show that we've been taken."

"i- uhm, okay, i can get us bracelets.."

"are you sure? you sound nervous..."

"people may talk, you know. louder."

"im used to talk. i could get them to stop."

"hmm. okay then."

"really?"

"yes."

"thank you," barty brought regulus' hand up to his lips and kissing it gently.

regulus eyes closed

"do you feel calmer now?" barty asked quietly, dropping regulus' hand.

"yes, very much. you're quite the safety i need."

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"mm. and yet im a year younger than you- or is it a century? im not educated on fae ageing."

"i am one hundred and sixty years old. or sixteen in your human years."

"so, practically the same."

"yes, we are."

barty smiled softly, kissing regulus' cheeck.

"humans age so scarily fast.."

"yes i suppose we do. i dont like that."

"i could maybe slow your aging..." regulus thought aloud, "but it would be hard.."

"If you could that would be nice."

"it'll take some time, but i'll find something."

"thank you."

"of course."

"are you tired yet?" barty asked quietly

"yes. quite."

"would you like me to stay while you sleep?"

"yes.."

"alright," barty brought him and regulus down, pulling the covers over them.

regulus rested his head against bartys chest, closing his eyes.

"goodnight," barty whispered.

@thornsandswordsmakesuchapretyred

regulus stood in the shade of the castle, watching the knights in training from a far.

he looked overdressed for the season. in a fur cloak and all long sleeves and dark colors.

it was rare to see the younger prince out now. he had once been often seen in the gardens or roaming the grounds. but after the death of his father he had been recluse.

though he had always been somewhat weary of the knights, because of their kits and weapons, he was moreso now, having seen what one single stab wound from an iron knife had done to his father. \

but he watched always he watched. he had very little training in fighting, especially with swords and spears. he used magic in dire situations, and otherwize didnt see any point in fighting. that was his brothers domain.

one of them trainees caught his eye, a human boy practicing near the outside of the rows, in light armor and with some charm tied to his belt, that regulus could swear he recognized from one of his books. but he couldnt put a finger on it.

once training had ended barty dropped his sword back into its sheath. he waited for all the others to be gone before disregarding his armor and walking over to the young prince he leaned on a nearby tree.

"well, well, well. what is someone as posh as you doing out here in all the mud?"

regulus looked somewhat surprised by barty approaching him.

"i am allowed to walk the grounds of the castle i live in," regulus responded, pulling his cloak infront of himself

"Well of course you are, i simply meant what is someone like you doing out here with all the horses and bugs. are you not afraid of dirtying yourself?"

"nature is nature is nature, dirt is no bother, bugs arent either. and i can step around horse shit."

"well finally, someone who doesn't mind a bit of muck. You don't find that around here," barty complimented, "but is there a reason you were watching the knights train? it can't have been that interesting."

"its very interesting," regulus took a step back when barty stepped forward towards him. "dont."

"why i haven't even moved," barty smiled cheekily

"coming towards a royal with poison isnt particularly funny, knight," regulus made a face.

barty held his hands up, looking around his person. "I don't appear to have any poison me, prince."

regulus glared, "iron, iron everything on you."

barty pointed to everything as he spoke, "steel, steel, bronze steel. no iron on me."

regulus squinted, "i dont beleive you. the knight kits give iron knives, at least. "

"we have to put all of that away. our trainer locks them up so no one can do anything nefarious," barty explained.

"hmm." regulus crossed his arms, "still. you smell like iron. its descusting."

"that's just blood from dueling."

"hmph," regulus looked over barty. "still."

"there's no iron on me, prince regulus."

regulus gathered himself, "whats your name,"

"barty crouch junior."

"prince regulus," regulus bowed politely.

barty bowed once regulus was done, then went back to the tree.

"wait." regulus frowned, following barty, grabbing his arm.

"yes?" barty turned back around, question written on his face.

"i like you." regulus said bluntly, "i want you to join my personal guard."

barty was taken aback, his eyes widening. "I'm only a squire your highness. I won't be finishing my training for another 5 years."

"i dont care," regulus rolled his eyes.

"what i'm saying is that i will not be that good of a guard. I'll need at least another year before i will be halfway descent."

regulus grabbed barty, "wheres your instructor,"

barty froze, "er- he might have already left. we have training early in the morning tomorrow though."

regulus nodded, "you sleep in the barracks, yes? well, gather your things and bring them to the castle."

"where in the castle, my lord?"

"to my chambers for now, i'll situate you with a room."

"alright," barty began to walk to the washroom.

regulus went back towards the castle, taking one of the heads of staff aside and telling them to prepare a knights room near his own.

barty used the water to clean his wounds. they stung a bit but barty didn't mind.

regulus waited in his room, holding a vicegaurd with his emblem on it.

once barty had finished he made his way to the barracks and gathered the small amount of stuff he had into a leather pouch and made his way towards the castle, sneaking into prince regulus' chambers.

regulus had taken off his cloak.

and hooly was he atractive in less layers.

and he was holding a peice of a high royal armor set.

once barty spotted regulus he started walking to him, bowing when he got there.

"you'll have a room just across from here," regulus explained, tilting bartys head back up to look at him. "you may have the servants adorn it however you wish." regulus held out the viceguard to barty, "these are yours."

"yes, sir," barty took the viceguard from regulus and gently put them in his bag, "thank you." barty said as he began to walk towards his room.

regulus cleared his throat, "can you stay," he said under his breath,

"what was that? i didn't quite hear you."

"stay while i have tea, please." regulus smiled, that smile he used for the public when making announcments, and the smile that would have won him the crown if walburga was under the ground.

"of course, though i should put my stuff away, yes?"

"yes,... i suppose."

"alright," barty turned around towards his room, opening the door and quickly dropping his stuff on a wooden desk and hurrying back out.

regulus sat at a table by the window, with a fancy looking tea set infront of him.

barty sat down in the chair opposite of regulus.

"here," regulus offered barty a cup of tea, and a plate of fancy looking food.

"thank you," barty took the cup and set it down, taking the plate next.

"you are human," regulus commented,

"correct."

"does your whole family live in the moors? or are you the only one?"

"it's just me."

"ah, when did you come here?"

"When I was seven. To start my training. My mother and father wanted me to train in the other kingdom but i convinced them to let me train here."

"impressive," regulus commended, "do you like the food?"

"it's delicious, your highness."

"good.. i wasnt sure of your prefered food. im unfamilliar with human palletes,"

"I've lived away from humans for most of my life, i've grown quite accustomed to fae culture."

"im glad.." regulus hummed, he glanced out the window, "is there anything else i can get you, sir crouch?"

"no, this has already been quite the dream."

"you're quite sure?" regulus raised a brow, "no clothes or food or weopons? i can get you whatever you'd like."

"there's no need to fret, sir regulus. everything is quite lovely, truly."

regulus stared for a moment, "okay..." he looked sort of sad.

barty smiled. "the tea was quite good. now, unless there is anything else i shall be going to my bedchamber."

"okay. well.. uhm, gave a good night then," regulus stood up, leading barty to the door.

barty followed regulus, "have a goodnight, my prince." barty sent regulus a smile as he lowered his head in respect.

once barty was out of the room, regulus cursed himself, he flung himself down on his bed, he should have given barty something. it was rude of him to suddenly take a trainee out of training and call dibs, and he hadnt even made any sort of pennance.

once barty was in his room and the door was shut he fell down onto his bed, smiling lazily and covering his face in his hands. God, what was this feeling?

Barty quietly made his way through the castle, passing by rooms and the occasional small garden. He had almost made it to Prince Regulus' chambers before someone stopped him.

@prince-of-silver

"Knight. In this hall, given all the important people who rest here, you do not wear your helmet." Sirius coldly states as he exists his room that the guard had just passed, "We wouldn't want any unknown guests or intruders in such an important area. What's your name."

Barty froze, turning around to face Sirius. "Bartemius Crouch Junior, sir."

Sirius stares for a minute, then Barty quickly removes his helmet. Sirius smiles once he does. "And your reason for being here, soldier?"

"Prince Regulus has told me to meet him in his chambers sir," Barty explained.

"Mhm. Crouch you said, correct? Bartemius Crouch. That's a familiar name." Sirius says approaching Barty.

"Yes sir. You may have heard of my father, although you should know I haven't spoken with him since I was young. Him and I have very different views."

"He's an advisor in Ulstead. Avid speaker against magic and fae. Has spoken many times about eradicating our kind." Sirius looks at Barty, clearly not trusting him. "I hope that your views are as different as you claim, especially if my brother has taken a fondness to you."

"I'm nothing like him, sir. I hope you can see that in the time to come. I should be getting to Prince Regulus now, if you don't mind."

"Go." Sirius states, "But if something happens to him, you are the main suspect, and you will be handled accordingly, human."