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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.

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@black-brothers-microfic — July 14 — Act — word count: 227

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His whole life, Sirius had felt like everything he did was just an act. 

Growing up in The Black Manor, he had learned to mask his personality for safety, and that meant almost never being himself. When he had decided to stop going along with what his parents wanted, he acted rebellious and bold, and it felt like he was overcompensating. 

Even now, surrounded by the greatest and most supportive friends he could ever ask for, it felt like he was just performing. Sometimes he felt too loud, too conspicuous, too much. He knew he didn’t want to live in a shell like he did when he was younger, but sometimes he didn’t want to be bold and loud either.

Regulus understood that. 

It had taken them a while to rebuild their relationship, and it was still a bit rocky, but they managed, and Regulus could read the other well. Regulus himself of course preferred being quiet, but he knew his brother was generally restless and felt trapped in silence. So on the rare occasion the two hung out by themselves, Regulus observed his brother to see how he was feeling because he knew Sirius would never say anything about it.

Sirius made Regulus feel like he could be his real self around him. Regulus wanted to make sure his brother felt the same way with him.

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@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.

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@rosekillermicrofic — July 4 — Loud — word count: 326

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His whole life, Barty had been told he was loud, obnoxious, annoying, too much. He always laughed it off, you know, pretended it didn’t affect him. But it did, of course it did. Why did he have to be too much for everyone? If he could change it, he would, but it was just natural.

Sometimes he tried to just sit still and be quiet by himself, but it didn’t last long. He couldn’t sit still for long, he got twitchy. He couldn’t stay quiet for long, he got restless. He hated it.

Today, he and Evan were just sitting in the Slytherin common room, lounging on a couch. Barty was rambling on about who knows what, his hands moving with his words as if it made the story more real. He glanced over at Evan and he saw the other was just zoned out, not really paying attention. The grin sort of faded from his face and he shut up, staring at his hands and twisting his rings around. 

Evan looked up. “What’s wrong? You stopped talking.”

“I was being annoying, wasn’t I? Talking too much.” He muttered. “Sorry.”

Evan rolled his eyes, reaching up and flicking Barty on the forehead. “You weren’t being annoying. I like the background noise, it’s grounding. I might not be fully listening but it’s nice to have something going on while i’m in my own world.”

Barty seemed surprised, he blinked and stared at Evan for a moment, feeling his cheeks heat up a bit. “Really? I’m not, like, too much or whatever?”

“Nah,” Evan said, shaking his head. “You can keep talking, I don’t care.” He stretched out his legs to cross over Barty’s, raising an eyebrow. “You good?”

Barty nodded. He was good, actually. He’d never been given permission to just talk for no reason. But he wasn’t going to argue, he just launched right back into his story, not missing the faint smirk on Evan’s lips.

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@black-brothers-microfic — May 15 — Nickname — word count: 174

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“Reggie!” A young Sirius greeting his little brother, a bright grin on his face.

“Reggie, are you okay?” Eleven year old Sirius asked when he saw how his brother’s face fell at the sight of Sirius’ Hogwarts letter.

“Come on, Reg!” Sirius exclaimed as he tugged Regulus along to meet his friends the moment his brother got to Hogwarts.

“Reg…” Sirius whispered the night he left, pleading his brother to escape with him.

“Regulus…?” An almost broken word that escaped Sirius as he saw the dark mark on his little brother’s arm for the first time.

“Regulus.” Sirius said, fighting to keep all emotion out of his voice as he stared down his brother, who said he hated him.

“Reggie…” A cry. A desperate plea for his brother back. A cry no one heard because Sirius refused to let anyone see him cry over the brother he didn’t even deserve to mourn. The brother he should’ve tried harder to save. The brother who had died way too soon, before he even got to live. 

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@wolfstarmicrofic — May 9 — Camera — word count: 246

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Remus leant against a tree outside, his camera in his hands as he observed his surroundings, looking for the perfect subject. 

He had taken up photography over the summer, after he and James had found Fleamont’s old camera in storage while exploring the Potter’s attic. Fleamont had allowed Remus to have it, as no one was using it, and even purchased film for him. Over the summer, he mostly took pictures of his friends and the animals he saw when out and about. He liked taking pictures, he liked capturing life in a still picture, a memory that could be kept forever. 

His thoughts were interrupted by loud laughter near the Black Lake, and he smiled to himself at the sound. That would be his boyfriend, Sirius Orion Black. The perfect subject for photos. Sirius had been subject to modeling for Remus many times, not that he minded, the man adored attention. Even more so if it was coming from Remus.

And so, Remus pushed away from the tree and made his way to his star, camera held at the ready. 

“Smile, love,” he murmured as he held up the camera, catching Sirius’ face in a state of amused surprise. He’d have to wait until later to develop the photo, and that was okay because for now he could cherish the face in front of him. A face that now held a wide grin and eyes as bright as the star the man was named after.

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One of the greatest lies a writer can tell themselves is that they will remember the idea that they came up with while they were half asleep, so they don’t need to write it down right away.

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@black-brothers-microfic —April 12 — Kitchen — word count: 287

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The kitchen was a safe space for Regulus. There, he could focus on just making something and not worrying about what would happen next. He stood in the Potter’s kitchen, gathering ingredients and humming softly to himself.

His brother couldn’t cook to save his life, he relied on magic to do all the work for him. But Regulus loved cooking, and he was good at it. Having a house elf as his only friend growing up meant he spent time watching and learning recipes until he was able to perfect them himself. 

The Potters had told him he was absolutely not responsible for feeding everyone, but Regulus really didn’t mind. As much as he loved Euphemia’s cooking, it had been a while since he had prepared a meal himself, and wanted to surprise his boyfriend’s parents when they got back from their errands. 

Not only was cooking a way for Regulus to unwind and be comfortable, but it was a love language, in a way. He loved to cook and he loved to cook for his favorite people anymore. Of course he would never tell anyone that, but they all knew already. He paid attention to the foods that people around him liked, and made them whenever he felt they might need a good comfort meal, or just when he wanted to show appreciation to them. 

The kitchen with Kreacher had been one of the places he’d felt most comfortable as a child, it held the majority of his good memories having to live in that manor, and he promised himself he’d never forget it. Cooking always brought those memories back, and if someone were to watch him cook they’d see a smile adorning his freckled face.

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@rosekillermicrofic — March 12 — Expect — word count: 429

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Damn it, Rosier, what did you expect? Evan thought to himself, pacing back and forth in the dorm room. He knew agreeing to go out with Barty Crouch Jr. of all people was a terrible idea. They’d agreed to meet in the dorms at 7 and it was already nearing 8. For all he knew, Barty could be snogging some random person across the castle! Evan knew the boy’s reputation and still said yes to a date with him. Why? Because how the hell was he supposed to deny someone who looked like that. And talked like that. And-

Evan huffed. This was stupid. He wasn’t going to just wait around for Barty anymore, if he didn’t want to show up then fine, he must not have really wanted to go out in the first place. Evan turned, about to walk out of the room when he was met with none other than Barty Crouch Jr. himself. Well, shit, he supposed he had to stay now.

“Took you long enough,” Evan grumbled, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, sorry Ev, I was trying to set something up.” Barty said, grinning in a way that was almost apologetic. Almost. Evan wasn’t sure Barty was even capable of a sincere apology.

Evan just sighed. “Whatever. What’re we doing, then?” 

Barty didn’t even answer, just grabbed Evan’s hand and pulled him all the way from the dorm to the room of requirement.

“Ta-da!” Barty stood in front of the room, after actually opening it, as if it were someplace special.

Evan however, was not amused. The room of requirement seemed kind of basic for a date of any sort. But, he decided to give Barty the benefit of the doubt. So, he followed him into the room and…

…was pleasantly surprised at what he saw. Evan knew the room of requirement was designed to accommodate whatever was needed at a moment’s notice, but he hadn’t been expecting his date to actually plan this out so well. Barty said he’d set this up beforehand and wow, Evan was actually shocked.

The entire room was lit up by dim fairy lights, like the kinds Evan’s sister was always so obsessed with. They twinkled dimly, allowing the room to have a warm atmosphere that was somehow dark and yet entirely lit up. 

“I didn’t take you as much of a romantic, Crouch.”

“Yeah, well,” Barty shrugged, grinning. “it’s just for you, Rosie. Better not get used to it though, this was a lot of work.”

Evan laughed. He hadn’t expected this to be a regular thing anyway. 

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my main is @st4rboyloser and here i’ll be posting whatever minifics i write

mostly for the monthly prompts for the black brothers, wolfstar, rosekiller, and whatever other ones i stumble across

im trying to get back into writing after art block kept me in a cage for like three years- so bear with me ! please do be respectful and feel free to reblog :)

im not very good with criticism- so if we can avoid that, that’d be great

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