#Barty needs a hug

[mochafrappiccinolatte]

Headcannon that Barty found out Pandora was dead from Luna at Hogwarts.

When you think about it, there’s no way Barty Crouch Sr. would’ve kept Barty apprised of current events. Barty also wouldn’t have asked about her for fear of drawing attention to Dora. After all, he, Evan and Reg worked so hard to get her out and protect her.

I imagine the conversation went like this:

“A Guide to Nargles, Wrackspurts, and Gulping Plimpies? A great book, Ms. Lovegood, very informative.” He said with uncharacteristic fondness.

“It’s quite fascinating really, Professor Moody. My mother always used to hunt nargles. She used to say you needed to be able to stop infestations before the had a chance to root.”

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“Used to, Ms. Lovegood?” He croaks, “Your mother not searching for mythical creatures in her old age?” He hopes, beyond hope, he hopes, she can’t be gone Dora can’t be -

“My mother’s dead, Professor. She died…”

The rest is drowned out by the static in Barty’s mind.

No. No. NO. Pandora can’t be gone. Not Evan’s sister. Not their Dora. They worked so hard to get her out. He failed her. He couldn’t protect her. He couldn’t protect any of them. Reg, Cas, Ev, Dora. They all died. And he was here. He failed them.

#Barty spiraled from crazy to crazier #you can say he was a death eater idc he’s my bbg #Barty needs a hug #Barty deserved better #Barty brain rot #rosekiller my loves #why is the marauders fandom always sad #marauders #marauders era #Rosekiller #evan rosier #evan x barty #barty crouch jr #regulus arcturus black

[r4yra]

James's Forbidden Desires (NSFW)

Summary: He didn't know why he did it, maybe it was anger, maybe it was curiosity, but, impulsively, James leaned in closer to Barty’s face, his lips grazing the shell of his ear as he whispered soft, teasing words, all the while keeping eye contact with Remus. Barty's breath hitched at the sudden lick at his ear and groaned at the following rough bite at his earlobe. Without wasting a second, Crouch, still unknowing of Remus’ presence, pushed James into the wall, pulling the boy’s ankles close to his ears and pounded away, directly into James’ sweet spot.

Or

James’ two best friends/crushes (more like the loves of his life, you can only like someone for so many years until you have to admit it’s more than just a crush) were dating each other, leaving him lonely and with way too much free time. He had to find his way of coping, and it just so happened that Crouch was in need of coping too.

Ship: James Potter x Sirius Black x Remus Lupin

Tags: Not Actually Unrequited Love, Unrequited Love, Angst, Established Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Barty Crouch Jr. & James Potter Friendship, Everyone Needs A Hug, James Potter Needs a Hug, Face-Fucking, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Being Walked In On, Friends With Benefits, Jealous Remus Lupin, Marauders Era (Harry Potter), Marauders, Marauders Friendship (Harry Potter)

As the soft moonlight filtered through the windows of the astronomy tower, James Potter’s hands wrapped around Barty Crouch Jr. with familiar ease. Barty let out a contented sigh, his head falling back in relaxation.

“Merlin James, you get better at this by the day,” Barty murmured, leaning into the touch.

A smirk made its way to James’ lips. “I have a very thorough instructor.”

At that, Barty let out a breathy chuckle. “That so, huh? I’ll have to send him my thanks… It’s like you have magic in those hands,” Barty murmured, head falling back.

James chuckled softly, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. "Well, I've been known to work wonders."

Barty's smirk grew wider as he moved more into James's touch. "I'm intrigued. Care to show me a few tricks?"

James leaned in closer, the warmth of his breath on him sending a shiver down Barty's spine.

But clearly, Barty was done with the dirty talk, because as soon as James’ mouth was close enough, he thrust into it, his own mouth opening in a silent moan.

The thrusts were rough and strong, no sweet talking or gentle pets of affection, even Crouch’s kisses were rough, the taste of blood still lingered on his lips. The force of his thrusts didn't allow his brain to make any coherent thought besides how good it felt. Just like James wanted, and needed. Anything to get his mind off of the reason why he’s here in the first place.

“We’re together, James… Me and Pads.” No! Merlin no, get those beautiful emerald eyes out of his mind, looking at him with what he could’ve sworn was pity. Remus deserved to be happy. Sirius deserved to be happy. They were perfect together, like the stars and the moon. You can’t think of one without thinking of the other. They made each other happy. Believe him, James knows this.

He’s seen the looks and smiles they share, so much love and so much longing. There was a time when he could make them smile that way too, but lately, it felt so distant. Part of that was his fault, he didn't stick around them long enough to make them smile.

He feels guilty for distancing himself, but he can't bear the pain when he sees them being passionate with each other. The forehead kisses, the hand holding, the hickeys and the scratch marks that he wished littered his body too, he’d show them off to everyone to see. Show everyone he belonged to them . 

It wasn’t jealousy, he wished it was, at least he’d be able to feel angry about it. He felt longing, to be on the receiving end of the love they shared so openly, to fit right in with them. But in between all of that love, there was no space for James, he knew that for a fact.

Late nights unable to sleep, James spends long hours in the Gryffindor common room, burying himself in books or practicing spells to distract himself from the ache in his heart. He was too scared to go up there and see Sirius and Remus cuddled up in the same bed, looking so peaceful.

Flying through the air, James throws himself into Quidditch practice with reckless abandon, pushing his body to the limit to drown out the voice in his head that tells him he's not good enough for Sirius and Remus. He pretends not to notice their concerned glances from the sidelines, afraid to let them see his vulnerability.

Meals in the Great Hall, sitting at the Gryffindor table, James picks at his food, his appetite diminished by the knot of loneliness in his stomach. He joins in the laughter and chatter of his friends, but his mind is elsewhere, consumed by thoughts of Sirius and Remus and the love he can never have.

Walking through the streets of Hogsmeade, James keeps his distance from Sirius and Remus, convinced they're happier without him. He puts on a brave face, but inside, he's crumbling, desperate for a connection that seems just out of reach.

At parties, James dances with Peter, his movements stiff and mechanical as he tries to block out the memory of seeing Sirius and Remus lost in each other's arms. He avoids looking at them, afraid that if he does, they'll see the longing in his eyes.

Writing letters to his parents, James paints a picture of happiness and success, concealing the loneliness and heartache that gnaws at his soul. He avoids mentioning Sirius and Remus, afraid that if he does, the truth will come spilling out.

His friends don't deserve that, but every time he saw the passion and love in their eyes it was just a reminder that he didn't do that, that he wasn't a part of that love, and that it would never be directed at him.

He remembers the night after they told him they were together, how only after having no more tears to cry he went searching for Crouch. Begged him to make him forget them. Wouldn’t be the first time, Crouch and him had hooked up a handful of times before. Sirius would’ve killed him if he found out he was fraternizing with Crouch.

Crouch, by a divine coincidence, was too going through some romantic issues of his own, and fucking the pain away definitely sounded like a plan. Just like right now, James’ brain had been empty, the only thing he could process was the feeling of Crouch’s cock down his throat, and of his own fingers stretching him open, ready to take Crouch.

“Ngh, almost there… off. Off!” Crouch had to pry the brunette off his cock or he would’ve cummed right down his throat. But as good as that sounded, he had other plans for tonight. He pulled James up and switched places with him, slamming him into the wall and attacking his neck with bites. 

Soon enough, James had to hold onto Crouch’s shoulders for dear life, his only support being the arms under his knees. Barty was pounding him like he was being paid to do it. How Crouch looked so skinny but could still bounce James’ body weight like a flesh-light was beyond him.

As the thrusts settled into a rhythm his mind got lost in the pleasure, however, when he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye, his pleasure-filled expression (he hadn’t even realised he was making) faltered, and he turned to see Remus entering the tower, his expression dark and intense.

 James froze, his hands stilling on Barty's shoulders as he registered the presence of his best friend. His heart raced, and a mixture of guilt and anticipation flooded his senses. He couldn't believe Remus had walked in on this intimate moment between him and Barty.

The taller boy’s expression was a mix of shock and… anger. Remus's eyes flickered between James and Barty, his jaw clenched. Remus's eyes narrowed, something simmering beneath the surface, but he said nothing, his gaze locked on James with such intensity that it sent a jolt of electricity down James's spine. He felt exposed under Remus's piercing gaze, the air thick with unspoken tension. Despite the shock of being caught, a part of James couldn't deny the rush of excitement at Remus's unwavering gaze.

James couldn't tear his gaze away from Remus, his mind racing with a mixture of emotions. There was surprise at being caught like this, guilt for betraying the unspoken trust between them, and an undeniable flicker of something else – a longing that James had buried deep within himself over the past 2 months… Why should James feel guilty? What unspoken trust is he even talking about? Remus has Sirius, and Sirius has Remus. And they had no compromise with James, so what was with this reaction? What in the world made Remus think that he had any right to look at James like he’s just caught someone else playing with something that belongs to him? Why should James feel guilty about fucking someone else?!

He didn't know why he did it, maybe it was anger, maybe it was curiosity, but, impulsively, James leaned in closer to Barty’s face, his lips grazing the shell of his ear as he whispered soft, teasing words, all the while keeping eye contact with Remus. Barty's breath hitched at the sudden lick at his ear and groaned at the following rough bite at his earlobe. Without wasting a second, Crouch, still unknowing of Remus’ presence, pushed James into the wall, pulling the boy’s ankles close to his ears and pounded away, directly into James’ sweet spot. 

James’ voice became a chorus of sweet meowls and “Ah, ah, ah”s but he never once took his gaze off of Remus. Kept glaring at him, over Barty’s shoulder, challenging him, a clear expression of ‘What?!’ 

But Remus did nothing, said nothing. In fact, he turned to leave. But not before he caught James’ lips forming the word:

“Coward.”

He froze for a moment, just like James had when he first walked in. James could see the frustration on the other boy’s face. An internal battle, over what he should do, over how he should respond, but James didn’t want to hear it, see it. He was so done with this, all of it. The emotions were too much, so he sought shelter in Crouch’s shoulder, trying to focus back on the pleasure. And if he flinched at the click of the door closing behind Remus, that was his own business.

If you'd like to read it on AO3:

(Still debating if I should continue or not, either way hope you enjoyed it! ^^)

#marauders #wolfstarbucks #sunkiller #unrequited love #not actually unrequited love #fanfic #starbucks #jealousy #angst #everyone needs a hug #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #remus x sirius #james x remus #james x sirius #james x barty #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior

[nixnight1]

Sirius could stand everything and he could stand nothing. Sirius survived every hit, every tear and every drop of blood, while Regulus couldn’t even think of escaping. Couldn’t even get married. Couldn’t even be himself freely.

It's my birthday and I die if I want to

Regulus Black angst everybody

#regulus black #regulus deserved better #sirius black #james potter #jegulus #starchaser #james x regulus #black brothers #the marauders #marauders era #regulus and sirius #i love regulus #sirius and regulus #regulus and evan and barty #regulus and pandora #regulus black angst #regulus needs a hug #incorrect slytherin skittles quotes #slytherin skittles

[nikholascrow]

avoiding another mental breakdown by trying to work on the rosekiller fic again 🎉

#im suffering #i need a hug #but instead im gonna project on to my boys #rosekiller #non toxic rosekiller #marauders #dead gay wizards #barty crouch junior #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #AndTheyWereRoommates

[y0url0verb0y]

"You have your father's eyes"

Quick micro fic based on a comment from this post I made. Thank you sm for the idea, @gods-graveyard

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Barty looks up into the mirror, the reflection staring back at him one he despises. He looks so much like his father, too much like his father. He bows his head staring down at the sink, he can't bear to look anymore. It's so unfair that he holds so much resemblance to the cruel man, his mother's features but a ghost on him.

He looks up, head still down towards the sink but he's looking in the mirror once more. He's staring into the reflection of his eyes, the most vile colour of brown stares back at him. He winces, gripping the sink 'till his knuckles turn white to refrain from punching the mirror. He wants to claw his own eyes out and squeeze them 'till the pop.

He thinks about Evan's eyes, so unique and alluring. One a beautifully light jade green and the other a soft baby blue. Both colors he's come to favor over the years. When he looks into Evan's eyes he feels serenity, his personal safety. However, when he looks into the reflection of his own, he feels unease, it makes him physically ill.

Before he can even think he slams his head into the mirror, the glass immediately shattering upon impact. The glass pokes into his skin, blood falling down his face into the sink. He curses at the sting, yet the pain is relaxing in a way.

He takes a second to calm himself, knowing he'll have to go meet Evan soon. He turns on the sink letting the chilling water run over his hands. He cups his hands letting them fill with water soon splashing it onto his face. He lets out a short breath feeling content enough, then reaches into his back pocket for his wand. Grabbing it out he points it at the mirror first to fix it with a quick "reparo." Then he cleans up his wounds, quickly missing the sting. Finally, he points the wand at each of his eyes individually using "colovaria" to change the colour from a vile brown to a striking green.

He never wants to hear, "You have your father's eyes," again.

#marauders #marauders harry potter #barty crouch jr #angst #reese writes #graphic depictions of violence #mention of blood #tw sh destructive behaviour #he slams his head into a mirror #barty crouch jr needs a hug #barty crouch sr sucks ass #evan rosier #rosekiller

[james-but-not-potter]

James and Barty both loved ABBA. When things ended with James, Regulus' only comfort was Barty talking or playing ABBA, it was his little piece of James.

#regulus needs a hug #james potter #jegulus #regulus x james #regulus deserved better #barty x regulus

[lostforgottenspaces]

Barty and Sirius might’ve been friends

It may have been boredom that drove him to insanity or maybe it was the guilt. But as the months went by, Barty realised that the man across from him was starting to look more and more like his brother. Sirius had never had the same features as Regulus, but now that was all Barty could see. Regulus.

Regulus who’d been a spy, not for the order but for himself. Regulus who’d told Barty of his plan to kill the dark lord, only to have Barty laugh in his face. Regulus who’d left him a letter saying he’d gone on a strange quest and he might not return.

Barty had no idea what Regulus’ plan had been, nor where he went, all he knew was that Regulus was dead. The closest thing he had to his best friend was his brother. So after months stuck in cell, staring at the man across from him, Barty spoke.

“You look like him a lot more now.” Voice cracking with dehydration and disuse.

Sirius looked at him for the first time. “Crouch?” An equally rough voice spoke back.

Barty continued, “Sickly Victorian child. That’s what we used to call him. Yet somehow he managed to pull it off.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah he used to hex us for it all the time. Was worth it though. Secretly I think he thought it was amusing. I told him it was a side effect of all the weird literature he read.”

“He did read a lot,” Sirius didn’t quite smile but there was a different look in his eyes. One that said he was a bit more alive than he was before.

“Regulus…” Barty fiddled with the old chain looped around his wrist. “He’s not- he isn’t… he’s uhh,”

“Oh,” Sirius said again, much more broken than the first time.

“You would’ve been proud of him though. He talked to me a few days before he … left. He said he wanted to fight Voldemort and that he didn’t want to keep killing people for a cause that wanted to send the people he loved to the grave. I think he was talking about you. There was something he needed to do to kill Voldemort apparently, that’s why he left.” There was a moment of silence as Sirius took in what Barty was saying. Wordlessly, Barty reached into his shirt and withdrew the one thing he’d managed to smuggle in with him. Reg’s letter. He chucked it towards Sirius.

Things were different after that. Sirius read the letter and mourned his little brother who’d been so brave in the end. Then he and Barty talked. Barty told Sirius about Hogwarts. About his time rooming with Reg, all the fight and the parties and the pranks. He told Sirius of the Regulus he knew, the one that Sirius missed out on in the years after he left his parents. Sirius told Barty about his childhood. About hiding with Reg in the garden, staying about late and telling stories and about the kind boy who was broken by cruel excuses for parents. Regulus never talked about his childhood, and so Barty learnt of the person Regulus might’ve been, had the world been a little kinder. They never spoke about the years after Hogwarts. Or the war or the sides or the killing. They only spoke of the boy they knew and loved and mourned.

(Disclaimer I don’t know if Barty was ever in Azkaban when Sirius was but stfu this totally happened)

#barty crouch jr #sirius black #regulus deserved better #regulus headcanon #dead gay wizards #marauders #regulus needs a hug #marauders headcanon #regulus arcturus black #regulus black #sirius and regulus #sirius orion black #the black brothers #the marauders #the marauders era #barty and regulus #sirius deserved better #Barty deserved better #lost writes

[m00nysstargirl]

barty is loud. when you enter a room you instantly know if he’s there. you can hear him from a mile away. his voice, laugh, scream. but you will never hear his sobs

#marauders #the marauders #barty crouch junior #barty crouch jr #the slytherins #the slytherin skittles #barty crouch jr needs a hug

[ellecdc]

Poly moonwater or marauders (up to you! I can see both being cute, though marauders would be interesting since theyre all gryffindors) x a partner who thinks snakes are the cutest, and has a really big python of her own? And she often takes it on “walks” (walking outside while the snake is lounging on her arms to get some sun) or chills in her room with the snake just resting on or beneath her robes (calmer snakes in my experience love to slither up sleeves and wrap around abdomens and collars)? My snake loves doing that, and sometimes it gives people a fright haha. My snake is quite large, but just the cutest and most curious thing, she’s helped many of my friends get over a minor phobia before. She also contracts her muscles (not enough to hurt) when wrapped around a hand, which feels like a little hug. LOL sorry for rambling, I love my sweet baby (5 foot long apex predator) so much. Bonus points if reader is very sweet and smiley, just the last person you’d expect to have a big “scary” snake.

this was such a cute and funny request. and, funnily enough, almost immediately after I received it I started seeing this creator with her snake on TikTok and was like "this is perfect!!!"

poly!marauders x whimsical!reader who apparently has a pet snake that her boyfriends didn't know about

CW: fem!reader, reader has hair she can put up in a bun, best friend Barty being a fucking menace, snakes?

Remus let out a breath of relief when he finally made out your form sitting contently under a tree on the castle grounds with your face shoved in a book.

He couldn’t help but worry about you a little bit; he worried about James and Sirius too, mind you, but something about you struck him as a little too pure, a little too lovely to be navigating this scary world on your own.

He knew you could, he just didn’t think you should have to.

It appeared Sirius and James were just as grateful at locating you when Sirius took off in a run to join your little makeshift picnic.

Remus almost felt bad for the interruption of what was likely a very peaceful sanctuary you had built for yourself. But knowing you, you’d be just as happy to have them join you.

Your smile at Sirius’ form as he made it to your blanket let Remus know he was quite right in his prediction.

“Hi Siri!” You greeted tranquilly, causing James to let out a small breath of awe as he all but dragged Remus the rest of the way over to you. 

“Hey Angel!” James called to you as Remus offered you an apologetic smile turned grimace. 

“Do you mind if we join you?” Remus had the grace to ask.

“Of course not; I’d love it if you did.” You responded quickly, shifting over to make room for them all on your blanket.

“Of course you’d be so gracious; our sweet girl.” Sirius cooed at you, but as he went to pull you towards him by your shoulders, he let out an embarrassing shriek as he launched himself away from you. 

“Godric’s saggy balls, Pads; what is the problem?” James asked bemusedly as he took over Sirius’ now vacated spot beside you.

“She’s got a sodding snake in her hair!” Sirius screeched as he pointed at you.

James’ head whipped back towards you to see that, sure enough, there was a medium sized snake seemingly almost curled up in your messy bun.

“Don’t move, Angel.” James said seriously as he stood carefully and brandished his wand. “I’ll get it off of you.”

“Oh, there’s no need, James. She’s very docile.” You said simply as if you hadn’t just scared the living daylights out of your boyfriends.

“Docile!?” Sirius bellowed at the same time as James questioned “she?” 

Remus smirked at his boyfriends’ theatrics, though felt momentarily ashamed he hadn’t realised you owned a snake, or…had a snake friend.

“Is she your pet, dove?” He asked finally, fighting the urge to grimace as the snake curled further around your bun and moved its head to sit at your temple. 

“Yes; her name is Tinkerbell.”

“Tinkerbell?!” James and Sirius chorused.

Remus chuckled at the boys letting their Pureblood show. “Like the fairy from Peter Pan?”

He was rewarded with a pleased smile as you moved your eyes back towards him. “Exactly.”

“How long have you been living with a snake?” Sirius asked severely, causing Remus to nudge him with his knee warningly.

“Barty got her for me for my birthday.” You responded simply.

“You’ve had that thing for months?” James asked, finally earning a swat from Remus.

“She’s not a thing, Jamie.” You gently chided, offering the snake your finger who wrapped her head around it reminding Remus of a cat rubbing up against their owner's leg. “I’m surprised you haven’t seen her before; she’s almost always with me.”

Sirius just let out another horrified squawk as Remus fought the urge to let out a full body shiver.

“You carry… Tinkerbell around with you often?” He queried carefully.

You hummed in acknowledgement as your hand fell back to your book. “She usually wraps around my elbow under my robes, but lately she’s enjoyed nesting in my hair. I think maybe now that it’s getting warmer, she likes to sit in the sun.”

“We really need to talk to Junior about gifting our Angel with dangerous animals.” James muttered quietly to Remus and Sirius as your attention turned towards the devil your best friend himself.

“Hi Treasure! Hi Tink!” Barty called you you; his voice raising an octave when greeting your reptilian friend.

Remus winced when he noticed a slightly larger snake hung casually over Juniors shoulders that seemed to be considering the group as they approached.

“Introducing your sweet girl to the boys?” He asked as he sat beside you on the blanket; speaking about your three boyfriends as if they weren’t there.

“Yes. I don’t think it’s gone particularly well, admittedly.” You responded serenely, reaching out to gently boop Barty’s snake’s nose with your finger. 

“It’s going fine.” Sirius argued; never willing to show signs of weakness in front of a Slytherin. 

Unfortunately for Sirius, Barty seemed to call his bluff. “You’re not afraid of a little old snake, are you Black?”

Sirius scoffed derisively. “I go to school with enough of them, don’t I?”

“Okay, why don’t you pet Mr. Smee here then?” Barty taunted, holding out his large reptilian friend to Sirius. “He won’t bite.” He promised with a Cheshire cat smile.

Sirius looked at Barty sceptically before his eyes nervously darted towards you. 

“Mr. Smee is very friendly, Siri.” You encouraged.

Sirius tried to smile at you before he returned his stormy eyes to Barty. “I don’t make it a habit of petting slimy animals, Junior.”

Barty scoffed as he rolled his eyes. “He’s not slimy, Black; he’s scaley.”

Seemingly pacified, Sirius reached out a cautious hand towards Mr. Smee.

Sirius made a garbled heaving sound as he slowly pulled his hand away from the snake's body where strings of slime connected his fingers to the reptile.

“He is slimy!”

“That’s because I soaked him in slime!” Barty cackled. “You’re so easy, Black. Gods, I should spend more time with the lot of you; this was fun.”

And with that, Barty stood from the blanket, kissed Tinkerbell on the head and then pressed one to your head as well before he skipped off.

“He’s a real menace.” James grumbled as Sirius transfigured a piece of paper into a paper towel and wiped at the slime on his fingers.

“I thought that was very brave of you, Sirius.” You praised him, and almost all of the contempt colouring Sirius’ face faded away as he looked at you lovingly.

“Thanks dolly.”

Thankfully, Tinkerbell remained content in your hair, and the boys remained content pretending there wasn’t a snake on their girlfriend’s head for the rest of the afternoon.

#marauders era #marauders au #marauders fanfiction #reader insert #self insert #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #poly!marauders #poly!marauders fluff #poly!marauders imagine #poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders x you #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #james potter x reader #james potter x you #whimsical!reader #the marauders #marauders x reader #poly marauders x reader #poly marauders x you #marauders #ellecdc fics

[evermoreismychild]

James: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life

Remus: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years!

Sirius: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this!

Peter: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!

Evan: I’ve been looking for my sense of purpose!

Barty: My moral code, is that you?

Regulus: My will to live, I haven’t seen you in ages!

James:

James: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother gave me but do you guys need a hug?

#jegulus #marauders #james potter #dead gay wizards #marauders incorrect quotes #barty #remus #sirius #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #rosekiller #evan

[beautifulbrainrot]

I NEEEED sub!reggie rn. Maybe something with him slipping into subspace and u can’t get him out for ages, to the point where Barty n his friends walk in and Regulus is still DEEP in subspace?

sub!reggieeeeee ahhhh, he’s such a sweet boy ! this is basically just fluff, looking after your delicate boy <3

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“reg, baby, can you look at me?” you ask, your voice soft and gentle. your sweet boy immediately looked up and you sighed softly.

his eyes were damp and glassy, still clearly deep in his subspace. he had been for a while now, nothing you’d done had helped him out of it.

you had settled for just holding him close on his bed, with him wrapped around you like a little koala, snuggling into you.

you were deep in thought about ways you could help your boy come back to himself when barty and evan walk into the room, immediately looking at you and regulus cuddled up on the bed.

“he okay?” evan asked, noticing how regulus snuggled even further into your chest, barely acknowledging the other boys presence.

“sort of. he just needs a hug.” you answered softly, brushing your hand through his soft black hair, and regulus sighed contentedly in his sleepy state.

“should we go?”

you thought for a second, looking down at your boy.

“no, it’s okay. he’ll fall asleep soon, and feel better when he wakes up.”

the other boys nodded, making there way over to their respective side of the room. you smiled softly as regulus breath evened out as he fell asleep. you held him closer, closing your eyes as well.

#regulus black #regulus black x reader #sub regulus black #sub!regulus black #marauders era fanfiction #marauders era

[entitled-fangirl]

His betrothed. (P2)

Barty Crouch Jr. x reader

Summary: the end of the fall semester means the beginning of Y/N's journey as a death eater.

Warnings: death eaters, pain, angst, Voldemort is creepy.

Part 1! and Part 3!

Masterlist

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The fall semester had passed and winter was soon approaching. The students were finally packing their things and anxiously awaiting the train to go home. Except the Black family.

The two betrothed had become close in the last few months, spending all of their time together. She found that she liked him quite a lot and that he was very much the gentleman she always thought she'd marry. But she knew things wouldn't always be this way- calm and safe with him. The second the winter break hit, things would be changing.

They stood near the tracks, the students all slowly finding their way into the train. Barty held her hand against his heart, his tone soft and caring, "I'll write to you. Everyday."

She nodded, "But we shall see each other during break."

His eyebrows furrowed, "What?… When?"

She could feel her stomach dropping. Did he not know about the meeting? "The… well…. the meeting…."

The hand holding hers tightened, his jaw clenching, "You'll be there?"

"Mum's making me."

The train whistle blew, a signal for the last call to board.

He grabbed her wrist, pulling her onto the train. His face held an angry look to it. He pulled her into an empty compartment. 

He sat her down, sitting him across from her angrily. His breathing was erratic and his hands were periodically running through his hair. They sat in silence until he broke it. "W….why?"

She shrugs, her arms holding herself in a hug, "Mum says it's time for Reg to start taking me."

"And there's no negotiation with her?"

She shakes her head, "Reggie and I tried. Maybe you could but… I don't know."

…

A few weeks into break and the doorbell to Grimmauld place rings. Y/N was in her room, writing her daily letter to Barty as they had promised each other.

She hears words being exchanged but doesn't care to pay attention until Kreature enters her room, "Mistress Y/N."

She turns immediately, noting the cockiness in the house elf's tone. "What, Kreature?"

"Mistress is leaving soon," he noted in an almost singing voice.

She stood, her eyebrows furrowed as she continued to hear the voices from across the house. She quickly walked passed the house elf, her legs taking her as fast as they could.

She rounded the corner, entering the living room.

Barty Crouch Jr. sat on their sofa, one of his ankles resting over his other knee of his other leg, talking to her mother and father. 

Walburga broke the conversation, "Oh. There you are, child. We've received wonderful news."

When Barty turned his head to look at her, he stood up, his smile fading. He bowed his head lightly, "Ms. Black."

She smiled, bowing her head as well, "Mr. Crouch."

Orion stood as well, walking over to the girl. He placed a hand on her shoulder, "Mr. Crouch here has requested to move the wedding to an earlier date. Before your seventh year."

She continued to stare at him, her eyes now slightly wider in shock. He wanted to push the wedding closer? Why? "And you've accepted, sir?"

Orion nods, "Yes. We suppose the summer will do. But he's very adamant about making it as soon as possible."

Barty finally looked away from her, his eyes wandering to the floor.

But she continued to stare on, "He has?"

Walburga nodded, "Oh yes. We would accept but… you two must be accepted by the Dark Lord before we make such commitments. Tonight is your first meeting and he shall decide then."

Barty's eyes finally shift up to the girl, full of what she assumed to be regret.

Regulus walked down the stairs, entering the living room with a confused expression.

Barty finally snapped out of his thoughts, "I… sorry. I need to get going. Thank you for your consideration, sir," he turned to Orion then Walburga, "Ma'am."

And he left without another word.

"Oh, Regulus," Walburga said, "We have wonderful news. Y/N, go upstairs and get ready for the meeting."

"Mum, it's not for another four hours…"

The woman stood, her eyebrows raised, "Are you correcting me? Go. Get. Ready. Merlin knows you'll need that much time."

The girl froze, turning to her brother that looked just as hurt as she was. She nodded, walking up to her room.

…

Regulus walked into the meeting room, pulling Y/N behind him.

The Malfoy Manor was beautiful. The long meeting table of dark oak contrasted with the dark clothing of each death eater that sat at it.

Barty was already there. He had been anxiously bouncing his leg, waiting for the girl to enter the room. Every time the door had opened, he would look up, expecting her.

So, when they finally did enter, his eyes never left her frame. 

Regulus sat her next to Barty as he took the seat on her other side.

She carefully watched everyone at the table, her eyes flitting to each person. Lucius sat next to his parents towards the head of the table. Severus sat further down the table, across from Regulus. The Fletcher's were not much further down, the family nervously checking the rest of the table.

The girl felt a hand on her leg, calming her. Barty's hand. 

The Dark Lord himself walked through the door, sitting at the head of the table as his snake coiled around his chair.

To say she was intimidated was an understatement.

Voldemort was now mid 30s. He had curly black locks and a dark look in his brown eyes. His body was lean and tall. He looked like trouble.

She simply stared at the table, not wishing to make eye contact with him as he scanned each member.

When his eyes found her frame, he stood. He took his time, taking her in. His voice was soft but always held a tone of authority, "Regulus. This is your young sister, is it not?"

Regulus gulped, wishing he could've avoided bringing her here at all. "Yes, milord. My twin."

Tom swept by each seat until he stopped behind her chair. She was nervous. Beyond nervous. 

And he could sense it.

Barty didn't like it at all. He hated the tension that was radiating off her body. The uneasiness he knew she felt.

The Dark Lord's bony finger reached out, toying with her hair. 

She flinched slightly at the feeling of his hands at the back of her neck. 

Nagini hissed, slithering across the table. 

The man chuckled, "yes, Nagini. Such a pretty thing…"

Barty's jaw clenched as he watched, unable to do a thing.

Tom's hand snaked slowly from the back of her head towards the front of her neck, grabbing her jaw lightly and pushing her head up.

His eyes met hers as he towered over her. "…so pretty."

When his wandered over to Regulus, who stared at the two with a look of uncertainty. "Aw. How could I forget."

His hand left her jaw, now walking behind Regulus. "She's to be married, isn't she?"

Regulus nods, "yes, milord."

The Dark Lord chuckles, "It's going to be a big day for you, isn't it, darling?"

The girl gulped slightly, moving her head to look at Barty.

"Stand, girl."

She hesitantly does so, her legs shaking.

He holds his hand out, and she has no choice but to accept.

He leads her from her spot at the table, pulling her towards his seat. 

Everyone watches nervously. But they know what's to happen.

Barty and Regulus know what will happen. And they hate themselves for letting it.

He pulls her arm out, twisting her wrist to expose her forearm. 

She watches with a scared look in her eyes. And he enjoys every second of it.

His other hand reaches out, hovering over her forearm. He starts muttering under his breath, to which her arm stars to burn.

She gasps loudly at the feeling, her mind unable to concentrate on anything else.

The burning continues, staring to increase. A smirk rises to his face as he watches her struggle.

She lets out whimpers that slowly turn to cries. She watches as black starts to appear on her skin.

Her knees give out and she falls to the floor, her cries and begging continuing until it's finished. "Please….stop….I…ugh…"

Barty's eyes closed at the sight, wishing he could do anything to stop it.

Tom twisted her arm, watching the new mark shine in the dim light. He dropped her wrist, to which she pulled it to herself, her cries hushing.

He bent down, grabbing her jaw once more and pulling her up to stand. He watched the tears fall silently down her face, "pretty thing. Our newest death eater." He leaned close, their faces inches apart, "Will you be loyal to me, Ms. Black?"

She stared forward, avoiding his eyes. Her voice almost unheard, "…yes."

He smiled, letting his eyes wander to Barty, whose jaw was clenched harshly. His eyes were watching carefully. "Crouch."

He stood, "Yes, milord?"

When she tried to look at Barty, the bony fingers of Tom pulled her back to look at him, "You wish to marry her, boy?"

"Yes. Yes, sir."

The Dark Lord placed his hand at the back of the girl's neck. She shivered under his touch, his fingers cold and lacking comfort. "Shall I let you go, pretty girl?"

It's not often that Barty feels his stomach drop. But in this situation, it seemed to have found its way to the floor.

Tom lets go of her jaw, moving back to sit in his chair. "Very well. It's accepted."

He waves her off, her body moving back towards her chair, holding her still burning arm to her chest. 

When she sat, the meeting continued as if the interaction had never happened.

She sat in her chair and cried silently, the tears never stopping as they rolled down her pretty face.

Barty's hand slowly ran under the table to her thigh.

Her arm was placed on her leg, her eyes staring at the fresh dark mark that was embedded into her skin.

His hand wandered up to it, his fingers lightly ghosting over it. 

She relaxed at the feelings of his hand, the warmth contrasting with the coldness of her skin.

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[im-in-a-love-cult]

Random marauders headcanons!!

Sirius does not like physical touch unless it's a bro hug with James or Remus is touching him. He can make an exception if someones really upset tho

Regulus is one of those people who smoke then aggressively cough after. He tries to hide it when he smokes with Barty and Evan but he doesn't do great 😭

Barty is either sickly sweet to people (Pandora, Dorcas, Lily, Evan ect) or grabs at every opportunity to insult them (James, Sirius, not as much Remus funnily enough). And if he actually hates them he just punches them

Peter can breakdance strangely well??

Marlene doesn't wear makeup apart from an eyeliner pencil. Not in a pick me kinda way she just genuinely does not know what the fuck to do 😭

Regulus's favourite chocolate is white, and he loves sugar. Sirius is the opposite, he likes dark chocolate and doesnt mind sugar but it's definitely not his favourite

Dorcas is genuinely so sarcastic and funny, but Pandora does not understand sarcasm. My girl is confused

Peter is a silent judger. He will give you dirty looks and side eyes but if you ask what the problem is he's like 'nothingg...'

Mary really suits red and wears mostly that but she buys all her room decorations pink

Lily's favourite flowers are daisies. James always gets her Lilys and she finds it endearing, she doesn't tell him that tho (i love jegulus too don't bite me)

Majority of them smoke but Sirius, Remus and Barty do it most often. Remus doesn't like Sirius doing this. On the contrary, Pandoras never touched a cig in her life

Sirius and Regulus both have French accents, but Sirius's fades over the years. Of course, in some words he has a little French flair.

Pandora lets bugs crawl on her unless it's a hosile one. In that case, she gently scoops it of her and puts it where its safe

Lily and mary lie next to eachother in bed with facemasks on and they just sit in comfortable silence

Dorcas has really long natural nails. Her and Marls are both on the asexual spectrum so she doesn't need to trim them unless it's once in a blue moon.

Marlene sits cross-legged like a child whenever she can (same)

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[wisteria-cherry]

Hi I've been searching everywhere for a new barty Crouch Jr story and I've read your head cannon for dating him as well as some of your other works and I really enjoy your writing so I was wondering if maybe I could request a reader x barty crouch Jr book where reader is good friends with Regulus and barty gets jealous or something along those lines leading to him to confess his feelings for reader? Anyways thank you for taking the time to read my request! Love your writing!

ofc sweetie <33 tysm for your support!!

dream come true

“are you busy today?” barty asked as the two of you settled down in the courtyard, pulling out books and parchment to begin your respective papers— barry’s for transfiguration (his punishment for sabotaging a gryffindor’s teacup that they were meant to transfigure. the gryffindor deserved it; he’d taken barty’s teacup by accident but then wouldn’t give them back. of course, mcgonagall was quite biased, so barty was the recipient of punishment) and yours for charms.

“i am, i’m going to hogsmeade with regulus.” you respond absentmindedly, trying to balance your inkwell on a tree root so you didn’t have to put it in the dirt. “he said he’d be here soon to pick me up.”

“pick you up? what is he, your boyfriend?” barty scoffed. you only laugh, and barty hoped his face wasn’t as red as it felt. he was serious; he didn’t like how close you and regulus were. he never had.

“he’s just a friend, barty,” you roll your eyes. “how do i write an introduction about the aguamenti charm? it’s just a spell…”

“c’mere, let me see.” barty patted the spot beside him, and you moved over to sit next to barty, leaning against his shoulder as he looked at what you had on your parchment already. not much. really, he didn’t need to see your parchment, nor did he need you to sit next to him to help you, but he liked it when you did. you were warm; not that barty ran cold, but it was nice having you up against him to shield him from the crisp, autumn air.

“try starting with what the charm is.” he glanced over at you, you with your chin on his shoulder. you who looked so pretty, you who he wanted as his. “then summarize the history of it. that’s what you’re writing on, yes?”

“yeah.”

“so then summarize it with a couple words. nothing specific, otherwise you won’t have anything to write later—“

“hello.” you and barty both looked up at the new voice.

“regulus!” your face brightens, and you stand up, hugging him. regulus hugged back, and barty’s brow furrowed.

“are we going?” you ask.

“yes, i only have to change. i came from herbology.” regulus made a face, clearly not pleased by his dirt-stained sleeves and muddied trousers.

“i’ll wait for you here. barty’s helping with my essay.” you say, and regulus looks to barty and nods at him.

“barty.

“regulus.” barty nods back. you sit back down next to barty.

“i’ll be back in twenty minutes.” regulus says. “don’t leave without me, yeah?”

“see you then.” you laugh, and regulus walks away.

“you two are close.” barty says almost immediately after regulus was out of earshot. you look to him. he’d been acting somewhat strange, seemingly overly concerned about you and regulus.

“barty, i already said we’re friends.” you repeat. “is something the matter?”

“no.” barty scowled and looked back to his paper.

“barty.”

“i said nothing’s wrong.”

“are you sure?”

barty stopped, feeling his chest tighten. did he dare confess his feelings? he had no idea if you liked him back. you never gave any indication. in fact, anything barty would classify as flirting was directed towards regulus. did he want to risk his entire friendship with you for some stupid feelings?

yes.

“i like you.” barty blurts out, and immediately clenches his jaw.

stupid, stupid, stupid.

but then you break into a smile and there’s some hope— either you’re about to laugh at him or laugh with him.

“i like you too, barty.” you say finally, and the tightness in barty’s chest dissipates.

“you mean you don’t like regulus?” barty asks, trying not to sound as breathless as he felt. you laugh.

“i told you he’s just a friend.” you wave your hand. “merlin, barty, for someone so clever…”

“yes, i’m daft, very funny, now c’mere.” barty was smart. he knew he was smart. quite frankly, he didn’t like people proving that he had moments where he wasn’t. so, he did what he thought was the best option in order to change the subject; the option he’d been waiting to have since first year when he first realized how much he liked you.

he kissed you. obviously.

lips slotted against yours, he felt his heart nearly explode. finally, finally, he could know you belonged to him, and everyone else in the courtyard could know, too. he didn’t care that he was kissing you publicly, despite the fact that barty himself shamed those who did the same. this was different, this was you. this was a dream come true.

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[addisonstars]

"back into his arms"

@jegulus-microfic // day 28: airport // 311 words

Time spent away from each other was one of the hardest things that the two of them had to do. Not even the O.W.L.S. and N.E.W.T.S. came too close to this, Regulus thought. 

He had longed for James every moment since his departure at the train station, and now he was awaiting his arrival after a year of being gone. James told him to expect a bit of a delay, since the airports they had in America could be iffy sometimes. 

Even still, Regulus still showed up an hour early. He had also brought a bouquet of flowers and the rest of the group was meant to arrive soon. 

/ / /

Regulus sees the status of flight 2512 from “in air” to “landed” and Regulus couldn't help but feel butterflies awake in his stomach, along with some nerves. It has been a whole year since they've last seen each other, and things may have changed. But Regulus pushes those thoughts down, because from the letters they’ve been sending each other, their relationship hadn’t. 

By now, Sirius and Remus (who were unsurprisingly dating now), along with James’ parents are at the airport. He didn’t want to overwhelm him, otherwise he would have invited Lily, Barty, and all those other blokes as well. 

Regulus finally saw James coming down the terminal, and it took everything in him not to drop the flowers and run up to him. Turns out he didn’t need to, because James did. He let go of his suitcases and ran up to Regulus, grabbed him and hugged him. With the force that James was coming at with Regulus, they almost fell down, but instead James just followed the momentum and swung Regulus around while embracing in one of the best hugs of his life.

It sure is good to be back at home, Regulus thought. 

oh to be hugged like that fnjkyehnd

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[honeybcj]

jartylus microfic

— james & barty have a plan, but they just need regulus on board. it shouldn’t take much, but they are willing to go above and beyond. or, the body shots au (mild nsfw, not explicit, but implied sexual content, body shots, mentions of weed) 1.7k

this one goes out to the anon ask about james & barty doing body shots off of regulus, so here we go <3 i told @stagpdf it would be a thing…………

One thing is for sure, when James has a plan to make something happen, he’s more than determined. Thankfully, his brewing idea is easily and quickly embraced by Barty. Even if it means keeping both their mouths shut, not uttering a single word to Regulus about their plans.

It started as James and Barty butting heads. A little playful rivalry that always teetered into the realms of austentacious flirting. Without fail, every single time, it would make Regulus hot in the cheeks, shaking his head fondly from afar.

His reactions turned into casual, yeah, I’d let him fuck me and just imagine me watching as you two got each other off. Had this been any other person, James would have let the jealousy unfurl in the pit of his belly. Go all gnashing teeth and clawing fingernails. But no, this is different.

There’s that part of James that can’t deny the palpable tension between him and Barty, fueled even more by endless bickering and the occasional playful shove. And it’s Barty. Someone Regulus has been friends with for years, so no it doesn’t surprise James in the slightest that there’s some special third thing that describes the relationship between Regulus and Barty.

So no, again, it really doesn’t come as any surprise when Barty said yes, sporting a wolfish grin. The kind of look in his eyes that screams trouble, or let’s play.

After a couple weeks of deliberation, the answer is planted right in their hands.

The apartment is a hazy blur of smoke and the smell of alcohol permeates the air. Somewhere, someone cranks up the music. Each note courses through James’ veins. He feels alive. And Regulus? He looks good enough to eat.

Decked out in pants that hug him in all the right spots and a silk, charcoal gray button up that has somehow become two buttons undone. It makes James’ mouth water, his pants tightening because not a single soul should ever look that good. It’s heartbreaking.

Pandora’s apartment is vast. The kitchen houses an expansive island, littered with half empty bottles, lime wedges, and green plastic cups. People mill about, talking and laughing, sharing drinks and getting high. The lights are dim, but plentiful enough for James to make out every move people are making.

From across the kitchen, Barty meets his gaze, raising his brow in a challenging manner. There’s that signature James Potter grin that appears on his face, nodding once at Barty who looks utterly thrilled by James’ response.

“I say it’s time for body shots!” Barty shouts, gaining the attention of nearly everyone in the room.

There’s a chorus of cheers as James turns to find Regulus watching him with heavy eyes, a little blood shot from the joint he had been sharing with Evan and Dorcas.

Everyone gathers in the kitchen quickly, Pandora shuffling bottles around to clear a space on the center island.

Arms slink around James waist, familiar. He relaxes against the touch, a chin resting gently on his shoulder.

“Wanna go first, baby?” James asks softly, voice like honey.

Regulus hums, releasing James from his grasp. He circles the man, cocking his brow. His voice comes out all smoky and warm, “Let’s give them a show.”

And a show it would be.

If only Regulus knew what he had up his sleeve.

Regulus shucks off the silk material from his shoulders, shoving it into James’ hands. Keeping his eyes locked with James, he climbs onto the counter and lays down. It makes James’ heart hammer inside his chest.

With careful hands, he trails his fingers along the smooth granite countertop before procuring a bottle of tequila. He pours a generous amount into the dip of Regulus’ collarbone, mouth watering with sheer desire and want.

Teasingly, James cocks his head to the side, gaze meeting Regulus’. With all the saccharine he can muster, he says, “Crouch, would you like to do the honors?”

Regulus’ eyes go wide, his mouth about to open in protest, but James hushes him by shoving a lime wedge between his lips. A soft hmph passes Regulus’ lips. His eyes are wild, going back and forth between James and Barty, who is now hovering over Regulus with a satisfied grin on his mouth.

“Alright there, Reggie?” Barty teases, everyone around them murmuring softly amongst themselves, watching with eager eyes.

Per usual, Regulus rolls his eyes, which is enough of a response for Barty to swoop down and lap up the burning liquid from Regulus’ neck.

Right then and there, James thinks he might combust. Barty’s pink tongue is vicious, lapping greedily until he’s gotten his fill. And if James feels his cock twitch in his pants when Barty takes the lime wedge from between Regulus’ lips, it’s nobody’s business but his own.

Cheers erupt around them, and both Barty and James share a look. James, eyes dark and needy, while Barty looks two seconds from ravishing Regulus right then and there on the table. And James would let him; let all their friends watch Barty fuck Regulus with reckless abandon.

Far and few times does Regulus get lost for words. Or astonished by anything, truthfully, but in this moment, Regulus lays atop the counter, chest rising and falling rapidly. Like he enjoyed what just happened. Molten lava pools in James’ belly.

“James, babe,” Barty liberally uses the term of endearment, fluttering his eyelashes all pretty-like. “I have an idea.”

“Huh, that so?” James breathes out, already prepared for what’s to happen.

“Barty, what are you—” Regulus begins, but cuts off when Barty haphazardly pours more tequila down Regulus’ chest, all the way down to his bellybutton.

James licks his lips. They’ve won.

The room goes silent, nobody aware of what is about to happen. But James and Barty know. They’ve planned this.

Regulus’ pale skin glistens with tequila, little droplets of the liquid dripping down his chest. Oh, James wants to eat.

Barty beckons James forward with a finger, a salacious grin on his mouth. “Can’t back out now, Potter.”

“Don’t plan on it,” James throws back, trailing a finger down Regulus’ flank. He shivers beneath the touch, abdomen clenching.

It’s unspoken, but it happens. One second, there’s a heated stare down happening between James and Barty and the next, both of them mouths are attached to Regulus’ torso, devouring the man’s skin. Licking and sucking until the taste of tequila on their tongues is replaced by skin. The sweetest taste—James favorite taste.

Regulus gasps, loud. It’s sharp and piercing, ringing in James’ ears. Goosebumps pop up along Regulus’ skin, hands pressing hard into the countertops. Both James and Barty know what’s happening. They can feel it.

That warmth in James’ belly intensifies when he locks eyes with Barty, James slowly trailing his tongue up Regulus’ torso from his belly button and Barty licking avidly down Regulus’ sternum.

And they meet.

It’s even more than James ever thought. The feeling of another mouth on his. Hot and wet, the lingering traces of tequila coating his tongue. They don’t keep it chaste, no. It’s all tongue and spit. Selfish teeth digging into lower lip, and James outright moans unabashedly at the feeling of Barty’s canines piercing his skin.

You could hear a pin drop in the room. It was that silent. The only noise being emitted was the hum the the music from the other room and the crude sounds of James and Barty’s mouths dueling it out.

James has had his fair share of kisses, but this one? It’s unlike anything he’s experienced before. Needy and heavy. Hot and desperate. Fueled solely on mutual hatred and pent up frustration.

He doesn’t know how long it goes on for, completely lost in the moment, but when it does end, both Barty and him stare at each other, eyes glassy and mouths kiss-swollen. He’s sure they both probably look insane.

Nobody speaks, just watching with slack jaws until someone lets out a loud whoop, whoop! And everyone is clapping and shouting a mix of what the fuck and hell yeah!

Finally, by some miracle, James pulls his focus away from Barty who is now leaning up against the counter acting like he just won the damn lottery. All smug and nonchalant and definitely more composed than James is feeling at the moment.

But what breaks James the most is the look on Regulus’ face. He’s pushed up onto his elbows, undoubtedly having had the best seat in the show for what just happened. His eyes are wide, jaw practically on the floor, pink dusting his cheeks in the most beautiful of ways.

James can’t help but envision that same pink dusting Regulus’ cheeks when he’s being bent over and fucked by Barty. It stirs the pot of rampant want inside his chest.

Regulus doesn’t say anything, just watches. Eyes flit between James and Barty, torso covered in the remnants of tequila and dried spit.

“Jamie,” Regulus fucking whimpers.

James knows everyone is trying their best to keep their focus elsewhere. Come on, it’s not that difficult to read the fucking room. Especially after what just happened. And Regulus’ pathetic whimper really and truly doesn’t help anything.

Barty leans forward, ducking down to whisper something into Regulus’ ear. By the way Regulus’ cheeks heat up even more, turning an ungodly red, James knows something filthy left Barty’s mouth, meant only for Regulus’ ears.

“We’re going,” is all Regulus says as he pushes himself off the counter.

Regulus practically storms out of the room, desperately trying to shrug his shirt back on, fingers fumbling helplessly with the buttons.

God, how they’ve really won this one.

A low voice fills his eyes, mirth dancing in its tone, “I’d say that was a success.”

James nods, agreeing, “Oh absol—” James stops, choking on his own breath when Barty slaps his ass. Hard.

“Come on, Potter,” Barty chuckles, “we’ve got places to be.”

With a shaky inhale, James nods again, turning his head over his shoulder to get one last look at Barty. Not humble about it in the slightest, Barty laughs, something wicked.

The plan may have succeeded, but James had no idea how he would make it out of this night alive.

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