#Give me an emotional Barty

[leilohsstupidgaystuff]

I love everything about this.

knew - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 215

“He doesn’t know your favorite color.”

Evan looked up from his book, shocked to see an emotional-looking Barty staring at him from the doorway for their dorm. “Hmm?” he asked, a bit nervously. Barty was never emotional.

“Adam. Your boyfriend,” Barty said the last word like it was dirty. “He asked me just now if I knew your favorite color.” He looked horrified. Disturbed. Like this piece of news was life-changing.

“A-alright,” Evan nodded, confused, trying to figure out the punch line. “And..?”

“And you’ve been dating for months, Rosie! Months! And he didn’t know your favorite color?” Barty cried, his chest heaving, eyes wild. “I know! I know your- your favorite color, and how you take your tea, and I know that you prefer to do your Potions homework on Wednesdays because you think Potions and Wednesdays are the same color for some reason! But your fucking boyfriend didn’t even bother learning your favorite color?”

But Even sensed that there was something more there. Something he was trying to say. “So?” he asked softly, heart beating rapidly.

“So how are you with him?” Barty asked, shrinking down, anger dissipating from his body, resignation replacing it. “How are you with him and not me?”

“I…” Evan trailed off, hardly believing his ears. “I didn’t know.”

[moonylvs]

⋆˙⟡ The prophecy

Summary: Your whole life of being ignored in love makes you believe that love will never come for you, so seeing James start dating the only person you thought loved you is too much for you. 'Let it once be me' Pairing: Jegulus x fem!reader Words: 4600 Warnings: Reader is an insecure nerd with a lack of love (she's also oblivious), mentions of crying and self-hatred, use of yn one time, hurt/confort, a bit of angst if you close one eye, slightly suggestive (Nothing explicit), a lot of fluff <3 Let me know if I miss anything!

Since you were little you could not help but feel forgotten, of course there were people who loved you, you were not a complete loser, you had a few friends and had no problems with anyone in your class, but still that painful feeling was still there, your friends had more friends, more friends to spend time with when you were not there, but you did not have so many people to hang out with.

Regulus was the only friend you were really close to, the only one who hadn't moved away over the years, Regulus had more friends, such as Barty or Evan, but he always showed you that you were his priority, including you in all the plans he made, listening to you attentively and never leaving you alone, the boy wasn't good at expressing his emotions, but it was the little details that made you feel his appreciation for you.

Over the years you and Regulus had become too close, you practically lived in his room, where he could listen to you for hours talking about the same subject no matter how much you rambled, it wasn't always like that, sometimes it was quiet evenings where you were both silently reading, just enjoying each other's presence.

Anyone who knew Regulus knew you and vice versa, you spent most of your time together, occasionally being accompanied by Barty or Dorcas.

With anyone else you couldn't help but feel like a lapdog, chasing people and seeking their attention, with Regulus none of this happened, there was no awkwardness or anxiety, just tranquility and affection.

But as always, the universe seemed to want to test you, every year a misfortune happened in your life, this year the misfortune was called James Potter and it was a cute quidditch player with glasses.

At first you didn’t care, you and regulus were assigned together to a school job with James, nothing out of the ordinary, regulus seemed somewhat irritated by the idea of working with one of Sirius' friends but said he wouldn’t give it any importance.

The assignment was not particularly easy, it was hours in the library and you had to admit that working with James wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, but time seemed to pass quickly when the three of you were together.

Everything seemed relatively normal to you, you didn’t even care that James and Regulus seemed to get along, it was all too subtle, started with Regulus going to the library first, spending time alone with James and discussing assignment issues without you, then James started visiting more often the black lake, where you and regulus spent time together, but after that Regulus started going to the library without you, you used to find James chatting with regulus in the halls.

You wanted to think it was nothing, regulus still your best friend, still paying attention and even remembered your favorite chocolate, which he made sure to give you whenever he felt something was wrong.

You wanted to convince yourself that nothing was wrong, but there was a strange feeling in your chest, a little voice in your head telling you that something was wrong.

But how could this be wrong? James was sweet and attentive, he was the most popular boy at Hogwarts, he made Regulus smile, which no one else but you did, he even talked to you, included you in his plans and talked to you, listening carefully to what you said.

Even if you tried to hate James you couldn't, the boy was a gentleman in every sense of the word, but you thought it was his nature, you didn't think you were special, so you let James carry your books, walk you to class and even went to the three brooms with Regulus, for you it was nothing out of this world, but in spite of everything that horrible feeling wouldn't go away from you, that feeling that everything was going to end badly.

You really wanted to like him, there was nothing wrong with James, maybe it was you that was wrong...

“I didn't think you even knew anything about poetry” you could recognize Regulus' voice as he turned in one of the corridors, which surprised you, you hadn't seen him all morning, which was strange since you used to have breakfast together on weekends.

“Oh hi dove” James' voice snapped you out of your thoughts, you hadn't even noticed that you almost bumped into them.

James had a habit of calling everyone by nicknames, from “dove” to “sweetheart”, so you had understood that it didn't mean anything, but a strange feeling settled in your stomach every time he did.

“Hi, where were you?” You asked both of them, although your gaze was fixed on Regulus, your voice was calm but had some concern in it, had they gone out alone?

“We went to hogsmaede, for the poetry books I told you about” Regulus said calmly, but you felt a pang in your chest, you were the one who had told Regulus about those new books in the bookstore, you had agreed that you would go together for it.

“I thought we were going together after dinner” You said somewhat confused, but it was obvious that you were feeling a little bad about this.

“Ah it's just that I told James and he offered to go with me, you seemed busy with your Herbology homework, I didn't want to bother you” Regulus explained without giving it any importance, he really believed that you didn't care, you had gone a million times together to Hogsmaede and he had seen you a little off these last days, so he didn't want to bother you or force you to go out, he knew you were not the most social person.

But he didn't know that you didn't care, that you would always go out with him if he asked you to, of course, you weren't a fan of socializing or going to places with a lot of people, but you didn't care if it meant going with him.

“Oh okay, sure…” You said trying to sound as calm and disinterested as possible, maybe it was ridiculous, you were just overreacting, right? Regulus could go out with whoever he wanted, it didn't matter, but why did it hurt so much?

“We can go again later if you want, Marlene said there is a new coffee shop next to honeydukes” James said almost instantly, he seemed to have noticed the way your mood had changed.

“Oh no, Regulus was right, I have to finish my herbology homework…I'll see you guys later” You said with disinterest, though you couldn't even look them in the eyes, you felt a lump in your throat forming, a whirlwind of emotions flooding you, but you didn't want to make a spectacle of yourself there, it would be ridiculous, so you didn't let them say another word and hurried off to your room, feeling a pressure in your chest grow and the tears stinging in your eyes.

You wanted to stop the tears but you couldn't, it had all become too much at that moment, so all you could do was lock yourself in the bathroom of your room, sitting next to the bathtub and bringing your legs to your chest as the tears rolled down your cheeks.

You felt ridiculous, crying over two boys you didn't even have anything with, that was the problem, you had nothing, you never had anything, at the beginning it was a joke between you and Regulus, saying you were both losers with no love life, but now there was only you, Regulus had James, the most damn beautiful and attentive boy at Hogwarts, and where were you?

You didn't know what it was that feeling that came over you, some kind of envy or… jealousy?

You had seen the way James looked at Regulus, with stars in his eyes, you wanted that, you wanted someone to love like you were the air he breathed, you wanted to be able to intertwine your hands with Regulus' like James did, you wanted to snuggle between the two of them and wake up knowing you had someone who cared about you.

But you knew it wasn't possible, you knew it since you were a little girl, when all your friends ended up moving away, when everyone started to have their first kiss and you hadn't even held hands romantically with someone, you just wanted it to be you for once.

A knock on the door made you jump in place, at first you thought it was just one of your roommates, but a voice proved otherwise.

“Is everything okay in there, love?” at that moment you couldn't hate regulus' nicknames any more, you didn't want to see him at that moment, to anyone.

“Yeah, I'm fine” You said trying to sound calm, wiping the tears coming out of your eyes with the sleeves of your sweater.

“Can we come in?” your brow furrowed slightly at his words, We? but as if Regulus had read your mind, he spoke again. “James is here too, you didn't look so good earlier.”

You wanted to curse, what the fuck did James have to do there? You didn't want to be seen like that, you didn't want anyone to see you like that, but there was another feeling in your chest, you wanted to be comforted, you wanted someone to tell you that everything would be alright.

So before Regulus could say anything else, you walked up to the door and unlocked it, opening it slightly before stepping away, letting them in.

James and Regulus felt their chests heave at the sight of you, your eyes puffy and reddish, traces of tears on your cheeks and your eyes burning bright with tears.

Your gaze went to your hands, playing with the hem of your sweater, you didn't have the courage to look at them, you felt ridiculous, dramatic, like a little girl.

James was the first to approach, the brown-haired man was about to take you in his arms, wanting to protect you from everything, but for a moment he remembered that you and he were not as close as he would like, and he had seen you pull away a million times when someone tried to hug you.

“What's the wrong, dove?” asked James worriedly, holding back the urge to stretch his arms toward you.

Your chest tightened as you listened to him, why did he have to use those nicknames? Why did he have to be so nice?

“It's nothing, it was just a b-bad day I guess” You said trying to sound disinterested, but the slight cut in your voice gave away that something was wrong.

“This isn't just a bad day, yn, you've been acting weird all week, even with me” Now the one who spoke was Regulus, his voice sounding a little hurt, it was true, you had been pushing Regulus away for the last week, something you had never done before, the boy had been there for you all your life, you would never want to push him away, but this last week it had all become too much, your thoughts were overwhelming you, making you miserable and you didn't want Regulus to deal with you and your problems, you couldn't be a burden, to him or anyone else.

Your gaze lifted slightly, looking at Regulus and James for a moment, you felt your eyes fill with tears almost instantly, Regulus was wearing James' sweater, you didn't know if you hadn't noticed it before or if he had just put it on, but either way it hurt, it made your chest tighten.

Your mind went back to the last few weeks, remembering all the interactions between James and Regulus, the way they both looked at each other and laughed, the hickeys you had tried to ignore on Regulus' neck, the times you accidentally caught them in the hallways in a sweet kissing session, all those memories invaded your mind at once and made you feel miserable, because you were losing the only person you had ever loved, because it wasn't you who they loved, because it was never you who was loved.

Tears came out of your eyes non-stop, making you sob like never before, you felt like a little girl, weak and alone, wishing someone would hold you and tell you that everything would be all right.

Regulus soon came closer, wrapping you in his arms as if he was afraid you were going to fall apart right there, you wanted to cry harder, you felt ridiculous, you would have wanted to walk away, to disappear, but at that moment everything became too much and you could only sink into Regulus' arms, wishing your misery would end.

Regulus felt his chest tighten at seeing you so heartbroken, you had been holding it all in for so long that now you felt as if your own feelings were suffocating you, Regulus felt his own eyes fill with tears at the sight of you, feeling terrible for letting you get to this point, for not having cared sooner at seeing you so distant, a pang of guilt appeared in his chest.

James next to you wasn't much better, his face was one of genuine concern, he didn't know what to do, he didn't know you well enough to know what to do, he was afraid of getting so close to you that you would push him away.

“Love, please tell me what's wrong, it hurts me to see you like this” Regulus murmured, lightly stroking your hair, you sank deeper into his arms, wishing for it to be over, for the pain to disappear once and for all.

“I-I am what is wrong, it's a-always me…” You said between sobs, your head was starting to hurt from crying, you felt like you couldn't breathe.

“Dove, there's nothing wrong with you-” James started to say, trying to get closer to you, but you didn't even let him finish, feeling the pain cloud your t,thoughts.

“You don't know anything! Y-You would never understand…” You said painfully, pulling away from Regulus' arms, feeling your own chest tighten, to you James was the perfect boy, who had all of Hogwarts behind him, he would never understand your pain, no one would.

“Let us try, let us try to understand you” Regulus said quietly, trying to get closer to you again.

Your eyes filled with tears again, you felt a pressure in your chest suffocating you, you instantly shook your head, they were not going to understand you, they couldn't, not even you could, at some point they would notice how complicated you were and they would walk away, they couldn't fix you.

“I don't want to be understood, I don't want to be fixed, I don't-” You said in a clipped voice, tears kept coming out of your eyes, blurring your vision, you didn't even notice when James and Regulus had come so close to you.

“There's nothing to fix about you, love, you're not broken or damaged” James said softly, bringing his hand tentatively to your cheek, wondering if you would pull away or not.

But you didn't, you let James reach his hand up and gently touch your cheek, wiping away the tears that came from your eyes, his hand was warm and gentle on your cheek, you couldn't help but soften at his touch, it felt so good.

“I just want to be loved, is that so hard?” You said in barely a whisper, you sounded so vunerable, both boys felt their chests squeeze at hearing you, there was no way you were hard to love, not for them.

“Not at all, we've loved you from the first moment you appeared in our lives” Regulus said warmly, moving closer to you and James, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

You felt your breath catch when you heard his words, he didn't mean it, you were misinterpreting things, there was no way…

“You dont mean that, regulus, you dont-” You started to say instantly, pulling away from the touch of both of them defensively, you couldn't believe an illusion, you couldn't deal with the pain of losing them both.

“I don't what?” Regulus interrupted you, not letting you move too far away before gently grabbing one of your wrists. “I don't love you? You're not one to say what I feel or don't feel, I love you, and so does James” Regulus said seriously, not a trace of doubt in his voice.

You felt your breath catch, there was no way, it must have all been a dream, but you could feel Regulus' hand on your wrist, holding you gently, showing you that it was real, this was real.

“I don't know why you seem so surprised, dove, I know Regulus isn't very expressive but I thought we had been too obvious with our feelings for you” James said with obviousness, giving you a small smile, showing you that his words were true.

Your mind seemed to click, the memories of the last few weeks coming back to you, you had spent the last few weeks together with both boys and you had to admit that Regulus was a little more clingy with you than usual, he had looked at you more than usual while you were studying and you even remembered him playing with the bracelets in your hands, but you couldn't believe there were any other feelings with his looks or touches, he was your best friend and you had been so focused on his interactions with James that you hadn't even noticed how he acted with you.

With James the memories made you blush, now it all seemed a little more obvious, James was much more affectionate than Regulus, putting his arm around your shoulder as you walked, or telling you how good your hair looked with waves.

At that moment you couldn't help but shrink in place, feeling embarrassed, had they really been so obvious and you hadn't noticed?

“You really didn't notice anything?” Regulus asked incredulously, though something in his chest ached, you really didn't think they could be in love you?

“I, I d-didn't think…” The words didn't come out of your mouth, you felt embarrassed and a bit stupid, you wanted to believe their words but something in you still felt that it was all a bad joke, how could they notice you?

James noticed how your mind seemed to go too fast, overwhelming you with thoughts and ideas that weren't even true, so without thinking he approached you, taking your cheek again.

“We really like you, both of us, we love listening to you talk for hours about your books and hearing you laugh, I love when you insult me because I don't keep quiet in the library, I love how you and Regulus seem to get lost in your own world when you're together, I love how smart and kind you are, I love you, all of you.” James said sincerely, looking at you with those sparkling eyes that left you in no doubt that what he said was true.

You felt a new warmth in your chest, something you hadn't felt before, and it felt so…. nice

“I know that maybe now everything is too much and we'll go slow if that's the way you want it, we care about you, more than anything in this world, and I know that sometimes I'm an idiot who doesn't know what he wants, but if there's one thing I'm sure of is that I love you, and nothing will change my feelings for you” Regulus said, his cheeks were slightly flushed, you knew how hard it was for him to express himself, so every word meant too much to you.

Your mind was still thinking too much, a thousand ideas and emotions running through your mind, so many that they could overwhelm you, but for a moment a new feeling appeared in you and silenced everything else, it was love.

Your mind went blank, all the fear disappeared when you saw their looks, they were genuine, so for the first time you decided to believe, you decided that maybe this was for the best, you deserved it, for once, for the first time, it was you.

You were loved.

“I love you too” You mumbled in barely a whisper looking at both boys “I'm sorry for…for how I acted… I thought you guys were leaving me out and I-” You started to explain, feeling your chest hurt as you remembered how you yelled at James and walked away from Regulus, but they didn't let the pain last too long.

“It's okay dove, we didn't know you felt this way, we should have been more direct with you” James murmured warmly, with that tone that made you feel so safe.

“James is right, it was me who wanted to give you space when I saw you a bit discouraged, I should have asked what was wrong, I'm sorry, love” Regulus added with some pain in his voice, to which you immediately shook your head.

“No, no, it's not your fault, I preferred to isolate myself than to talk to you…I always do” You said without looking at them, the last thing in just a whisper, isolating yourself was something you couldn't avoid, you preferred to sink in your pain and misery than to let others carry it.

“You don't have to keep doing it, we're here and we're not leaving” Regulus said sweetly, taking your chin and lifting your gaze, “If you want space just tell us and we'll wait for you, love, but we'll always be there for you, you have us now, you don't have to go through your pain alone, you don't have to let your thoughts consume you, you're not alone.”

You felt your heart squeeze at Regulus' words, you were not alone, you had them, if this was a dream you never wanted to wake up.

Without thinking about it you approached Regulus, hugging him tightly and sinking into his arms, not without first taking James' hand so that he would also come closer, he didn't hesitate for a minute to hug you both.

“I love you, so much” You said softly, you wanted to say a million things, but at that moment you couldn't, you just wanted to sink into their arms and make everything else disappear, they knew it, they didn't move away for a moment, they didn't need words to know that you loved them.

“We love you more, dove, you have no idea” James said affectionately, running a hand through your hair in an loving gesture.

From your position you could hear the heartbeat in Regulus' chest, it was the best melody you had ever heard.

You wanted to stay like this forever, with them, they were everything you had ever dreamed of, you loved them.

Regulus carefully took your chin, lifting your face, his eyes were full of love, they were looking at you as if you were a dream.

“ May I?” murmured Regulus softly, his eyes fixed on your lips, he was asking for your permission, Regulus was asking for your permission to kiss you, and you felt like you would melt right there.

Almost instantly you nodded, there was no doubt in your mind that you wanted him to kiss you, even if you had never kissed anyone before, you wanted him to be the first, there was no doubt in your mind.

James was totally gawking at the sight of them, his heart was pounding in his chest.

Regulus didn't think too much before he gently cupped your cheek, bringing his face close to yours and pressing his lips to yours, you felt like you were in a dream, his lips were sweet and decisive on yours.

You felt all his love released in that kiss, it was as if he was pouring out all the love he had kept for you during all these years.

Your hands went to his hair, holding him close, your lips moved inexpertly over his, you wished it would never end.

Regulus seemed to feel the same, because it wasn't until you pulled away for air that he let you go, still holding your cheek.

Your lips were slightly puffy and your cheeks flushed, you were trying to catch your breath, and to James and Regulus you were the most beautiful thing they had ever seen.

“You've been waiting for this for a long time, haven't you?” James said to Regulus with some amusement, Regulus was in the same state as you, trying to catch his breath.

Regulus rolled his eyes slightly, before moving closer and leaving another kiss on your lips, this time a shorter one but with the same love, the boy had definitely become addicted to your lips.

When you pulled away you didn't know what to say, your cheeks were flushed, the smile on James' face didn't make you feel any less embarrassed, even in that state he looked at you as if you were a work of art.

“Damn I really want to kiss you” James gasped softly, bringing his hand to your jaw.

You didn't let James say anything else, you brought your lips to his and kissed him, to say you were scared was an understatement, but the moment your lips touched James' everything vanished.

James kissed you with such desire, his hand went from your jaw to the back of your neck, holding you close, his kiss was desperate but sweet, very different from Regulus, one of his hands went to your waist, pulling you closer to him and groaning in between the kiss.

James seemed to have been waiting for this moment all his life, at one point he lightly bit your lip, making you open your mouth and thrusting his tongue in, turning the kiss more heated, you felt your cheeks flush and you could barely keep up with him.

“James” Regulus called as a warning, making James pull away slightly, still keeping his grip on your waist.

“You'll have plenty of time for that later, let her process all of this first” Regulus said with amusement though there was some seriousness in his voice.

You were grateful to Regulus, sure the kiss with James was a dream, but your mind was still trying to process all of this, so you definitely needed to slow down a bit, this was all new to you.

James didn't look disappointed at all, he simply nodded slightly at Regulus, his face somewhat guilty, feeling that perhaps he had gone too far, he was much bolder than the black haired boy clearly, but if you needed to go slow he would wait as long as you needed to.

Even though your heart was still beating too hard in your chest you still wanted to prove to James that he had done nothing wrong, so you took his face and left a kiss on his lips, taking a moment to pull away.

“I love your kisses ” You said sweetly for James, showing him that all was fine, to which the boy's eyes lit up, giving you a small smile, god how you adored that smile.

That day all your fears vanished, you could feel a mess, a chaos, but among all the noise, there they were.

Finally the prophecy had changed for you.

I hope you liked this, I think it's a bit long but I think it's worth it, I hope all my Prophecy girls enjoyed it, your turn will come, don't forget i xoxo.

[stxrrnightjxr]

So like I actually need moonwaterkiller to be real because idk they’re just it. Like they’re IT

Three people who look like they could single-handedly take down a regime, destroy an army, idk become a dictator if they wanted too

But they’re soooo fucking soft with eachother and it’s almost disgusting how domestic they can be

Like Remus who’s simply just imposing because of his height and looks (even if he isn’t really as mean as people think he is, he still looks a little scary and no one can stop me from thinking that)

Barty who looks like he could rip out someone’s lung or something, and has definitely thought of it before, if he wanted to

And Reg who could probably kill someone with a well-placed glare?

But then you catch them huddled up together on the couch watching some stupid Christmas movie, sharing a bowl of popcorn (Barty’s hogging it) under about seventy blankets?

And they’re all so possessive and protective of eachother too

(Especially Remus near the full moon when in a magic AU, or even in a muggle one he just is.. like those r his boys, no one touches them)

And what if I said tall Remus, mediumish height Barty, and short reg? OR tall Remus, average height Barty, and tall Reg who’s taller than Barty but not taller than Remus? (I haven’t really thought about shorter Barty, but .. 🤨🧐)

And I feel like their dynamics are just a little different with eachother

Barty + Reg have been together the longest- and they’re so attuned to eachother that they could be having a whole conversation across a room with just looks. They’re both a little volatile, and butt heads a lot- (but when Remus came it he sort of balanced them out). They have the propensity and the ability to be really toxic, and sometimes that can come out with eachother- but they love eachother too much to hate eachother. (I feel like if they didn’t love eachother, they’d absolutely loathe eachother and honestly that’s just them)

Remus + Barty are a little different. Barty takes a little while to warm up to being fully vulnerable with people- just because it’s been ingrained in him to be cold and rude to anyone who doesn’t know him. It caused a few rocky parts in the beginning, because Barty absolutely wouldn’t let Remus in to many of his emotional turmoils, and Remus felt like Barty didn’t love him as much. (Of course, he did- it just took him a bit). And Barty is incredibly protective of Reg- another thing that caused a little strife- Barty, most especially when he’s moody and a little horny, doesn’t really like people touching Regulus (who isn’t him,) because like that’s his man? And so when Remus did, Barty was a little sour- but it only really took a bit before Barty was like ‘oh yeah, this guy’s cool.’ (Remus still lets Barty have his ‘Regulus time,’ but Barty’s learning to be a little forgiving.

Regulus + Remus. They’re honestly really vanilla in my mind. Not vanilla like boring, but they’re just really soft- like it’s not uncommon to walk in and just find them cuddled up on a sofa or something, either sharing a book or reading their own- but just being close. Reg’s secretly a big cuddler to me, so when Barty’s busy, is overstimulated (because Barty to me def has some type of touch-aversion at times, and at other times he’s hyper-touchy) or just doesn’t feel like staying still, Regulus’ll go to Remus, who’s always down to lie somewhere comfortable that doesn’t require him to move his bones too much.

I’d like to think it started out with Bartylus, and Reg eventually rekindled his relationship with Sirius (because I can’t live with them hating eachother) and met Remus, and then Barty met Remus, and it all kind of spiralled from there. (Reg’s eyes widened and looked over to Barty to see he was practically already drooling over this guy)

And Remus was so pathetically oblivious that at some point a very frustrated James had to finally pull him aside and tell him, “Merlin, Moony- those two have not stopped giving you ‘fuck-me-eyes’ for months now, at least talk to them before Pads has an aneurysm.”

But then they all got together and yes

[vinylfoxbooks]

June 2 - Night | @jegulus-microfic | wc: 691 Warning: drinking, talks of alcohol, James is in a state of inebriation 

It’s always joked about that when people get drunk, they call up their ex and it’s always a bad idea. James never assumed that it would be his problem -- he only has one ex and, as much as he loves Lily, his love for her has turned completely platonic and even if he did text her a random ‘I love you, please take me back’ text, Lily would be immediately concerned and ask him how many drinks he’s had. However, with Sirius and Remus having wandered off to, probably, shag in the bathroom and Pete left early because he has work in the morning -- on a Saturday, the poor bloke -- James is left alone, scrolling through Instagram with the hand not nursing his Sex on the Beach, which Sirius did in fact make fun of him for upon order because ‘only the single man would order something like that.’

And then there’s a post from Pandora. It’s a simple one, just a photo dump of her life for the past couple weeks, a couple pictures of her, Lily, and Mary, some with Barty and Evan, a picture of all of the girls together, and finally a picture of her and Regulus at some fancy event. Pandora is wearing a beautiful green sparkly dress that reaches the floor and hugs her body in the most flattering way possible and has her arm thrown around Regulus, who is- 

James takes a deep breath.

And before he knows it, he’s stepping outside with a lit cigarette between his lips and his phone pressed to his ears, calling up Regulus in the middle of the fucking night on a random Friday in June. 

To his surprise, Regulus answers. It’s with a tired, groggy voice that indicates he just woke up that he says into the phone, “James?” James doesn’t answer at first, he doesn’t know what he’s doing, he doesn’t know what he’s going to say, he doesn’t- “Hello? James, are you there?”

“Regulus.” Is the only word that manages to escape James’ lips, quiet and almost desperate, “Regulus.”

“Jamie?” Regulus asks, and James hears some rustling as though Regulus is sitting up in bed, “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

It takes James a minute to respond, not having much to say, “I’m not very… sober, I’m sorry.”

“There’s no reason to be sorry, Jamie.” Regulus says, his voice light and comforting, “Where are you right now, let me get you home.”

“At the…” James starts, “I went out drinking with Remus and Sirius.”

“Are you at the pub near their place?” James just hums in response. He’s not that drunk. He’s only had a couple drinks, why is he acting like this? He’s always been the type of person to grow quieter the more drinks he’s had, usually because he gets even more emotional when he’s drinking and those emotions overwhelm him, leaving him quiet. But not like this… “Alright James, I’m on my way, give me a couple minutes. Are you outside?”

“Mhm, ‘m smoking.”

“Good, just stay outside for me, it’ll be easier for me to find you.” 

“Mkay.” James hums, “‘m tired.”

“I’m sure you are, it’s late.” Regulus hums, “I’m getting into my car now, do you mind hanging up so I can focus on driving?”

“Yeah.” With that, James pulls his phone away from his face and moves to press the hang up button, muttering, “I love you, Reg.” Then the call disconnects. James is just stubbing out his cigarette when Regulus comes driving around the corner and parking just in front of James, stepping out of his car. He helps James into the car silently before hopping in himself and starting to drive them to his flat. 

James doesn’t remember much of the rest of the night other than Regulus helping him inside and James bursting into tears for no apparent reason, but the next morning he wakes up laying in Regulus’ bed with the younger watching him rouse and he definitely remembers Regulus’ first words upon them making eye contact, “I love you too, James.”

James grins, “Let me take you out on a date?”

“Of course.”

[northlt03]

Barty Crouch Jr who had never seen death before Evan's. Who's only connection to mortality had been the neighbor's cat he pet and fed sometimes, who went limp in his arms. Admittedly, his father hadn't explained death very well.

"She's gone" His father said.

"To a better place" His mother corrected, casting him a pleading glance. Barty was only six. "She'll always be with you"

Barty Crouch Jr who grew up utterly and entirely in love with his best friend. Barty Crouch Jr who would have followed Evan Rosier to the ends of the earth and back. But death was one place he couldn't follow him.

Barty Crouch Jr who saw the love of his life die, killed by a curse sent by a mad auror.

Barty Crouch Jr who saw Evan's body hit the floor. Barty who saw his mouth agape, lips pulled back in the beginnings of his signature grin. Barty who saw his blond hair hide his beautiful eyes from across the room.

Barty who died with Evan right then and there.

Barty who stopped fighting entirely, forgetting to throw curses and spells. Only staring at the spot across the room, watching Alastor Moody move away as if Evan's death was a triumph, nothing more than a temporary obstacle.

Twenty years of life gone in the blink of an eye. All promises of a future of them together. All the dreams they had which had been squandered after Regulus died, now further reduced to ashes.

Barty who fully expected Evan to just brush it off and get up like he'd seen him do after a bad fall in quidditch. Barty who got tackled to the ground, dragged by wizard after wizard. They lost, the aurors were saying. Their side lost.

Barty couldn't find it in himself to care.

He never could. Caring was difficult, it required an emotional connection to someone or something. The only people Barty had ever cared about were dead or as good as dead.

"Hey, Rosie!" A chuckle, spitting blood, grinning looking straight in the auror's eye as one of them punched him. A sharp pain, past memories, play fights, their dorm room in Hogwarts. "D'you think we'll get our own cell in Azkaban?"

Barty who was being dragged away, vision blurry, head spinning, confused. "Hey, Rosie!"

"Rosie?"

"Evan?"

Barty Crouch Jr who spent years in Azkaban and didn't care if it hurt his mother in his process to escape.

Barty Crouch Jr who still couldn't believe after years that Evan was gone. Who still talked to him sometimes. The shadow in the corner of his cell. The darkness that took the shape of his lover.

"Fucking depressing mood here"

"D'you think I could get one of those dementor creeps to give me a tattoo?"

"I'd look sick with a rose on my skin, don't you think?"

Barty Crouch Jr who had planned for years. Who ambushed the man that killed the love of his life. Who kept Alastor alive only to hurt him.

Barty Crouch Jr who pretended to be the man that took everything from him. Barty who looked in the mirror for a year and only felt hatred. Who clawed at his polyjuiced skin, at the haunting eye that stared back. The same one that watched Evan fall. The same legs that stepped over his body like he was a pile of trash. The same hands holding the same wand that killed him. The same lips that uttered the killing curse.

Barty Crouch Jr man.

[danaris112]

Autistic Regulus is so precious to me.

Like, he comes across as cold and unapproachable, but he's really just socially awkward. He's quiet and doesn't really make eye contact with people, and prefers to spend his time reading in the library or writing poetry.

He has rings on his fingers he likes to twist, he twirls his hair and plays with his wand or quill. He's really neat and organized, and will literally start crying if he causes an ink stain on his parchment.

He has a difficult time opening up to people, and it takes him several months to get used to Barty, Evan, Pandora and Dorcas. He doesn't like change, and gets upset when his routine is broken. He was also taught by his parents to hide a lot of his traits, so he suppresses a lot of his emotions and pushes past his discomfort.

He also strikes me as the type of person to have shutdowns where he would just not talk or interact with people, and lie in bed with his curtains closed. Sometimes, he has meltdowns, but he always suppresses them until he's alone.

His friends give him the space he needs, and don't get angry with him whenever he doesn't talk or make eye contact like his parents do. And the more Regulus gets comfortable with them, the more he doesn't try to suppress his traits and is himself

[rosieswriting]

Fractured Loyalties

Barty Crouch Jr x reader

Summary: After stolen glances and endless nights, you had thought that Barty had changed. But you were wrong

Note: it is my first writing and english is not my first language so im sorry!

Words: 1K

The storm outside the castle matched the turmoil within your heart. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and rain layout against the stonewalls of Hogwarts as you made your way through the dimly lit corridors. Your pace was quick, almost frantic, your footsteps echoing with urgency.

You had to find him.

After everything that had happened, after everything you had shared—you didn’t know if you wanted to scream at him or… or something else entirely. Your mind raced with the weight of what you'd discovered, your chest tight with the betrayal you felt.

How could he? After all their time together, how could he still be working for them?

You rounded a corner, your breath catching in your throat when you saw him standing there, leaning against the cold stonewall, waiting—like he knew you would come. Because he knew you too fucking good.

Barty Crouch Jr. looked calm. Too calm. His Slytherin tie was loose, his arms crossed, and that same maddeningly cocky smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. The storm outside cast shadows on his face, giving him an edge of darkness that matched the bitter storm brewing between them.

“Looking for me, Angel?” His voice was smooth, almost amused, and it only stoked the fire in your chest.

“How could you?” Your voice cracked, barely holding back the hurt and anger you felt. You stopped in front of him, fists clenched at your sides. “How could you still be loyal to them after everything we’ve been through?”

Barty’s smirk didn’t falter, though his eyes darkened, the amusement slipping into something more dangerous. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?” you spat, your voice rising, frustration building. “That you’re a liar? That you’ve been lying to me this whole time?”

“I never lied to you,” he shot back, his voice sharper now, the smirk fading entirely. “I never once told you I’d stop. You just assumed.”

You had assumed—assumed that after everything, the bickering, the stolen glances, the hours spent together, the nights with shared intimacy, that maybe, just maybe, he’d changed. That he wasn’t like the others, that he wasn’t just another Slytherin bound by blood and darkness.

“You don’t have to follow them,” you said, your voice trembling with emotion now, quieter but no less intense. “You don’t have to be like them, Barty. You can choose.”

His eyes flickered, but his expression remained cold. “This isn’t about choice. This is about survival. You don’t understand. You never did.”

“I understand that you’re better than this,” you pressed, stepping closer, your heart pounding painfully in your chest. “You’re not like them—you don’t have to be.”

Barty’s jaw tightened, and for a moment, a flicker of something—regret? doubt?—pass through his eyes. But it was gone just as quickly, replaced by the familiar hardness you had come to know all too well.

“I don’t need you to save me,” he said coldly, his words slicing through you like a knife. “You can’t change who I am.”

Tears stung at the corners of your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. “So what was all of this, then? A game? Was that all I was to you? Just another one of your girls to play with until you got bored?”

Barty’s expression twisted into something unreadable, and for the first time, his mask cracked. “You think I don’t care?” His voice was low, dangerous, laced with something that sounded too close to pain. “You think this was all just fun to me? I—”

He cut himself off, running a hand through his hair, frustration boiling beneath the surface. You waited, your heart pounding, your breath shallow. You had never seen him like this—so close to unraveling.

“Then prove it,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “Prove to me that you’re not like them. Prove to me that this wasn’t just… nothing.”

Silence hung between them, heavy and suffocating. The storm outside roared louder, as if the castle itself was echoing the tension between them.

Barty clenched his fists at his sides, his eyes locked with yours. For a moment, it looked like he might say something, might break through the wall he’d built around himself. But then, his face hardened once more.

“I can’t,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart shattered.

You stepped back, the pain of his words slicing through your like cold steel. You had thought—hoped—that he would choose you. That he would be the person you knew he could be. But you had been wrong. So very wrong.

“Everyone told me to stay away from you. God! How could I be so stupid?” you said with a bitter laugh.

Barty flinched at that, the word striking him deeper than any curse ever could. He looked away, his jaw clenched so tightly that you could see the tension in his neck.

“Go back to your perfect little world, Angel” he said bitterly, his voice hard again, like armor. “Where everything is black and white, good and evil. You don’t belong in mine.”

Your heart twisted painfully, but you forced yourself to stand tall, even as tears threatened to spill over.

“But I thought I did.” you whispered

You turned away from him, your chest aching as you began to walk down the dark corridor. Barty stood there, frozen, watching your retreat, his fists still clenched.

He called after your, his voice breaking for the first time that night. You paused, your heart leaping, but you didn’t turn around.

“What?” you whispered, not trusting yourself to face him.

There was a long silence before he spoke again, his voice barely audible over the storm.

“I’m sorry.”

The words hit your like a blow, but they weren’t enough. They could never be enough. Without looking back, you walked away, tears finally spilling down your cheeks as you disappeared into the shadows of the castle.

Barty stood there, alone in the dark, the weight of what he had just lost pressing down on him like a curse he couldn’t escape.

[ttroubledwaters]

Marauders as things my friends have said pt 2

had a deep dive in our discord dms for this shit. @al1xre as promised. love you tater tot 😽🩷 which friend should I target next.. nani or cece.... I got A LOT on both them mfs

other parts

Sirius: BRO. YOU CAN FIGURE THIS OUT URSELF

James: BUT PADS??? YOURE MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT PERSON?? YOURE SUPPOSED TO HELP??

Dorcas: DUDE. IM NOT GOING TO REPEAT MYSELF.

Barty: YOURE NOT MY MOTHER. but fine.

James: STOP BEING GOOFY AND CONFESS

James: THIS IS STRESSING ME OUT

Sirius: YOU??? MF IM THE ONE IN THE MIDDLE OF THIS?

James: DAWG IM SHITTING BRICKS. WE'RE BASICALLY THE SAME PERSON SO

Peter: BRO JUST LEAVE ME ALONE IF YOU WONT LISTEN

Marlene: NO BUT THAT IS SCARY HUH

Lily: I DONT GIVE A FUCK. SAY IT.

Marlene: I'm telling Pandora you're being mean

Lily: I DONT GIVE FLYING FUCKS IM TRYING TO HELP YOU

Barty: shape one into a dick

Evan: bro there's children around

Dorcas: well she told me her name and I told her mine??

Barty: ... Congratulations?

Evan: hit the jackpot fr

Dorcas: I'm gonna stop talking to you both

Regulus: I love being the unproblematic bystander

Lily: ew I feel like a mother

Marlene: mommy lily

Lily: no pls I hate that

Mary: what about mother Lily?

Peter: I need help with the personality

James: uhmm.. harsh at first? Smoker definitely

Sirius: has a penis

Remus: HAS A PENIS? 😭

James: everythings possible

Dorcas: lesbians liking men

James: oh yeah. That's not possible.

Sirius: why don't you just fall for a friend?

James: eh idk.. most of em are taken

Sirius: wow ok I'm offended

James: don't you like Remus?

Sirius: still.. thought that counts..

Barty: potter doesn't think I'm scary, right?

Regulus: of course not! He thinks you're terrifying!

Remus: my coffee tastes like sad bean water :((

Sirius: put creamer in it

Remus: oh right I forgot

James: I appreciate you sm I love you

Sirius: I love you more??

James: impossible. I love you more.

Sirius: possible. I love you most.

James: I love you mostest.

Sirius: I love you more than mostest.

James: I love you more than more than mostest.

Sirius: that makes no sense what and you're wrong like its not possible

(Remus and Regulus side eyeing the fuck out of them both)

Evan: oh my gosh we both have siblings.. soulmates fr.

Regulus: i wanna be on your level of delusion

Sirius: how bout Remus turns around and looks at ME like that

James: id look at you like that

Sirius: THAT CAUGHT ME OFF GAURD.

Sirius: my life is so boring I need real drama

Peter: id create drama but being involved takes a lot of effort

[reguluskeys]

jegulus snippet - 1036 words - i’m a very amateur writer </3

cw: self hatred (im projecting)

cody if you see this no u don’t

The moment James saw Regulus in the astronomy tower that night, he knew something was off. He had his legs to his chest and was resting his head on top, staring at the stars. James slowly walked towards him, and sat down with one leg dangling over the edge.

Regulus either didn’t notice him or was simply choosing to ignore him, so James tried again to get his attention.

“Reg? You ok?” James nudged the boy's shoulder. When Regulus finally looked over, James saw the face he’d seen a million times from Sirius, only- well it was different. While James could read every signal on Sirius’ face to know exactly how he was feeling, Regulus seemed to have a wall up. His lips were pressed into a line and his eyebrows were knit together into almost a scowl, but his eyes… His eyes were filled with a deep sadness that James wished he could pluck from Regulus and give to himself, just to never see it on the boy again.

Regulus’ eyes flickered, looking James over, before turning back to the night sky. “I’m fine,” he mumbled. James let the silence sit between them for a minute as he too stared at the Stars. He wondered if Regulus or Sirius were out tonight.

“Well… Something’s definitely wrong… but you don’t have to talk about it! I’ll be your ‘shoulder to cry on or whatever they say!” James gave Regulus a smile that could melt anyone’s heart.

Regulus tried to hide the small smile but James caught it immediately and laughed. “Oh! Is that a smile? Did Regulus Black just smile?” Regulus rolled his eyes but the smile didn’t fall. “Well this must go in the history books. Wizards for generations must learn of the- dare I say gorgeous - smile that you have. Personally, I feel blessed-!” Regulus cut him off with an elbow to the stomach but James just kept laughing.

“Shut up!” Regulus said, laughter in his voice. “My smile isn't- it's not ‘gorgeous.’” He let one of his legs fall and dangle over the edge, mirroring James.

“Uhm, yes it is! You even give Sirius a run for his money! Don't tell Remus I said that. Or Sirius.” At the mention of his brothers name, the smile on Regulus’ face faltered. James immediately noticed.

“Hey, you ok? Did I say something wrong?” James leaned towards Regulus and lightly put his hand on the boys shoulder. Regulus tensed and went slightly red, though James barely noticed.

“I’m fine,” he paused for a moment. “Merlin it’s just, why does Sirius treat me like I'm still 9?!” Regulus let out a frustrated groan and let the other leg fall over the edge. “Yes, I love Sirius and I want to make amends but I can fight my own battles, I can make my own decisions! He acts like I'm still the crybaby who would sneak into his room at night because I was scared a bogart was in my room, or the kid who never spoke to anyone but him because I was scared to embarrass myself.”

Though it was probably not the best moment, James was enchanted by Regulus. He’d never heard the boy speak that many words at once, let alone the amount of passion and emotion.

“I love him but sometimes I just want to strangle him or drown him in the lake!” Regulus made a vague gesture, strangling the air in front of him as though it was Sirius’ neck. James let out a small snort that Regulus thought sounded weirdly similar to that of a stag, but the thought was overtaken by the sudden embarrassment. His face was suddenly bright red.

“Well now that someone has heard my incoherent ramblings about my brother I must either kill you or myself, and right now I'd rather it be me, so goodbye James. Tell Barty he can’t have my money.” Regulus said in a completely monotone voice and began to stand up on the ledge.

“Hey wait! If you kill yourself now you’ll never be able to beat gryffindor at the quidditch match- well not that you would, i’m the best captain the schools ever seen, but you wouldn’t even get to try!” James scrambled to pull Regulus back down next to him. Regulus huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Fine, i won’t kill myself. But in exchange for you hearing that… I need to hear one of your secrets now. Not that James Potter would have much to hide.” Regulus rolled his eyes and James let out a chuckle.

James had never been a private person, everyone knew when he liked a girl or if he hated a class. Everyone could tell when a marauders prank was about to be in motion because James simply did not have a poker face.

There was one thing though. Something not even Sirius knew. His small smile didn’t falter as he looked straight ahead and spoke.

“Sometimes, I really, really hate myself.” James spoke in a calm voice, as if he’d just stated his favorite color, and not something that had just shattered Regulus’ view of the entire world. The boy just stared at James, and when he finally realized Regulus wasn’t going to say anything, he continued.

“Don’t get me wrong, I don't think I'm a bad person… I have great parents, great friends, I get good marks, I'm a quidditch captain, and if I tried hard enough I could get almost any girl I wanted, but…” James moved his glasses off his face and held them infront of him. “I don’t know I guess, sometimes there’s just something in the back of my brain telling me i’m a terrible person- that everything I do is wrong or that i’m not doing enough. Then I think about all the things i’m lucky enough to have and I hate myself even more for even having those feelings in the first place.”

Regulus took a moment to truly look at James. Not the dumb-jock facade he showed the school, no he looked at the James who despite being the embodiment of sunshine, was burning inside. The James who had bad days and the James who sometimes hated himself.

[marlsswrites]

Summer camp AU, part 12!!

July 12th <3

Gate - @jegulus-microfic words: 854

First part Previous part

Regulus finally let himself relax, he sat outside the cabin scanning his eyes over the soft still water, the sunrise reflecting and bouncing from the water and shining onto his face. His legs were tucked into his chest, his half steaming hot coffee on the floor at his side, he picked the cup up and cradled it in his hands, blowing on it gently and watching the steam dissolve into the crisp morning air.

He inhaled once, feeling the fresh air kissing his lungs before exhaling. It was early, unusually early for Regulus to be awake actually. He picked his phone out from his pocket, checking the time, smiling at the photo of him and Pandora on his lock screen.

5:05AM... he normally doesn't get up this early, but his head was running around and around and spiralling him into circles, so he thought he'd try and wind down outside. 

After a few moments, he felt his phone buzzing in his hands. Odd, anyone who would phone him would certainly not be up right now, if they were, he should probably send help. Especially Barty, he's an actual demon before 9AM. Regulus can't say much, if anyone were to wake him up this early he'd probably insult them, hit them, and go back to sleep.

It was a random number, one he did not in fact recognise. He pressed answer reluctantly, maybe someone had changed their number, and he also was not awake enough right now to think about who it could be.

"Hello?" He chewed on his lip and let out the mumbled word into his phone.

"Reg!" The relieved and excitable voice of James rang into his ear.

"When the fuck did I give you my number?" Regulus sighed out.

He heard a hearty laugh. "I nagged Sirius to give it to me in case I couldn't find you."

James couldn't see him right now, but yet he still rolled his eyes and felt a twitch of his lips at the care the older boy gave to him, it was nice. It felt sweet, promising, it also made his heart do that fluttery thing and his hands fiddle nervously on the hem of his baggy sleeping shirt.

"On that note." James added. "Where are you? You weren't here when I woke up."

"Outside the cabin, you idiot."

Laughing, he swore he heard James release a loud breath that sounded like he'd been holding it in all morning, before the sound of the cabin door opening then the fence gate swinging open and shut sounded in his ears.

Now is when he actually became very aware that he was wearing a massive t-shirt that dropped off one shoulder and long black boxers, his hair was an absolute mess and his cheeks most definitely bitten by the cold air and flushed pink. He promptly shifted on the bench and gave a wary look to his side when he felt the warmth of a figure slump next to him with the huff of a breath.

"Hi." The brunette gave a toothy smile. "I-" He cut himself off and his eyes seemed to widen to the size of tennis balls. Regulus felt a strange wave of nerves wash over him as James just stared at him, his gaze flicking up, down, left, right, and back to Regulus eyes, his smile wobbling and his eyes glowing with something unplaceable to the raven haired boy.

"What?" He felt tiny under James' eyeline, shrinking down further into his loose shirt.

"Nothing." James shook his head, but it clearly wasn't nothing, the way his face morphed into different emotions and how his eyes grew wide and lustful, that wasn't nothing.

He gave a hard blink of his eyes, swallowing his doubts and looking back up to see James smiling at him yet again, but a concerned glint passed though his eyes. 

"You look freezing." He tutted. 

Regulus immediately went to protest, but he in fact was getting quite cold and the hot coffee he was holding moments ago only did so much to warm him up. 

Swiftly, James took his dark jacket off, revealing a maroon jumper underneath, and he draped it over Regulus' bare pale shoulders. "There, can't have you being cold."

He should've taken it right off, shoved it in James' face, and waltzed back into the actual heat of their cabin, to preserve his feelings from being shredded to pieces when he realised James was just trying to be nice. But the coat smelt like James, pine wood and strong cologne, the warming smell of fruit tea and the soft collar that brushed against his neck. It made him feel safe, like he was in James' arms, this is the closest he would ever get to that anyway. 

He purposely ignored the adoring looks he was getting from the boy next to him, even though he could feel it shooting right to his stomach and fluttering like a hundred butterflies nipping at his insides.

So who was Regulus to deny the swallowing warmth and safety of James Potters jacket, the smell and the way he drowned in it in the best way possible.

Next part

[my-castles-crumbling]

tears - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 147 - tw: mention of death, but only in the past, and nobody we give a shit about...

Evan had only seen Barty cry once in ten years of knowing him.

It was the night his father died, a week before they graduated from Hogwarts. Even today, Evan still couldn't be sure how many of those tears were tears of laughter and tears of pain. If he was crying of relief or sadness. The emotions that spilled over in Barty's body that day were so raw that it had almost scared Evan to witness it, in that moment.

But now? Now, the tears were all happiness. As Evan knelt, (his knee going numb, thanks much), he witnessed Barty crying true tears of joy as he took in the scene in front of him: Evan on his knee with a ring in his hand, smiling up at him with a truly dopey smile.

And all Barty could say was: "Fuck, Ev. You made me fucking cry."

[crescenthistory]

in one of your posts you mentioned barty giving a best man speech at r and regulus’ wedding, it’d be nice to see your take on the full speech or like a wedding oneshot? love your work btw i adore how you characterise barty

are you taking emoji anons? id love ✂️

hey there babes<333 you can absolutely be ✂️ if you want to tell me your age and pronouns i’ll add you to the list 🫶 and thank you, i love and miss barty as well

unfortunately i don’t think i’d be the person to write a full length wedding fic 🥲 it’s just not my vibe. i might write blurbs referencing it, bring it up in fics (like with the fifth and sixth wheel series) or write out some funny dialogue i think i’d see, but beyond that weddings are so intricate and personal that i’d struggle getting it in a reader insert format

however, i present to you some random thoughts:

when i write reg x reader, i always imagine barty as trying to be both reader’s man of honour and reg’s best man lol

like he would CAMPAIGN to get to be both. and he’d likely win

i fear you’d have to share him and then have one more for each that’s just yours (for slytherin!reader i picture you have dorcas and he has evan or pandora) (potentially, reg has sirius and you have remus)

barty would by far be the most chaotic in the wedding party, but i believe he brings the kind of chaos those friend groups need to get through something as hectic as a wedding

he would have the “go, go, go!” attitude and the nerve to say “shut the fuck up” when needed

and you best believe that if anyone else cause drama, he’d be at their NECK. he threatens sirius from start to end of the wedding, even though he is on his best behaviour and super happy for his baby brother (fighting with him is just instinct for barty)

most of the black family were not invited and barty places evan at the door to ensure they do NOT try to sneak their way in. if they do, well then barty gets an opportunity to let out some steam

i can picture barty taking on an almost bridezilla persona as the best man to take some of the heat and stress off of you and reggie — he is the bad guy so you don’t have to

if you do end up having some kind of meltdown over the planning, his energy would switch up sooo fast and he would be the most caring, gentle creatures, cooing and cradling you while snapping at whoever’s closest to go get reggie

as for speeches, i think barty and sirius make the two “main” speeches, while dorcas makes a small toast and pandora recites a poem

i just knowwwww barty’s speech would have people so torn between cackling with laughter and tearing up — truly, they get whiplash, every other sentence is hilarious and heartwarming

(barty is seemingly none the wiser that people have to catch their breaths from the energy changes)

“i didn’t expect junior to make me so emotional”

he has known you and reg since first year, so he tells alllllllllllll the stories; the good, the bad, the pining and the embarrassing

i don’t want to talk about sirius’ speech because he’d definitely say he was incredibly proud of regulus and happy he has found love, and i cannot take that

it wouldn’t be the biggest wedding, just the people you truly considered family; it was perfect

[dovesdreaming]

In the quiet halls

A/N: I only recently discovered people write for him so if his character doesn’t seem right please give me tips! I also didn’t know who was the more popular fancast so I just stuck with David tenant because I think he’s hot 🤭

Summary: when Barty finds you in the empty halls crying his fist reaction is anger at who made you feel like this but it melts away when you look at him with tear rimmed eyes. Barty comforts you the best he can.

Request

Masterlist

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Barty had never been great with emotions, particularly his own. Growing up in the cold, controlled environment of the Crouch household, feelings were something to be kept under wraps, hidden away where they couldn't make you vulnerable. But you.. you had always been different. You weren’t afraid to feel, to express yourself, to be open and honest in a way that made him question everything he'd ever known about control. Which was why it terrified him just how much he cared about you. What had started as friendship had slowly turned into something more, something he didn’t know how to deal with. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, the way your laugh echoed through the common room, the way you always managed to say the right thing when he was in a bad mood, the way your smile made his heart race. But you were his best friend, and he wasn’t about to ruin that by confessing his feelings. No, it was better to keep things as they were, even if it meant pretending that you didn’t make his heart ache in ways he couldn’t explain.So, he kept it to himself, content to stand by your side and quietly pine after you, knowing that you deserved more than someone like him. You deserved someone who wasn’t constantly wrestling with the darkness inside him, someone who wasn’t constantly trying to live up to impossible expectations.

He was on his way to the library, mentally preparing himself for another late-night study session, when he saw you in one of the empty corridors. His brow furrowed in concern when he noticed the way you were slumped against the wall, arms wrapped tightly around yourself. You looked… small. Defeated. And most importantly you had hidden yourself away in a corridor instead of seeking comfort like you usually do. His stomach twisted as he quickly closed the distance between you, dread curling in his chest. He had seen you upset before, but this was different. You looked like you were barely holding it together. “Hey” he said softly, crouching down in front of you. “What happened?” You didn’t look up, and for a moment, you didn’t answer. Barty’s heart pounded in his chest, and he felt an unfamiliar surge of protectiveness rise in him, the kind that made his hands clench into fists. Who had done this to you? Who had made you feel this way?

“Who upset you?” he asked, his voice tight with barely contained anger. His mind raced with images of every possible person who could’ve upset you. Whoever it was, they’d have to answer to him. But then, you looked up at him, and the anger that had been building inside him evaporated the moment he saw your face. Your eyes were red-rimmed, tears still clinging to your lashes, and your expression was so utterly broken that it made his chest hurt. The fierceness in him melted, replaced by a deep, gnawing ache. His voice softened instantly. “Hey, what’s going on?” he asked, his tone gentle now. “Talk to me”. You sniffed, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand, trying to compose yourself, but it was clear you were struggling. Barty’s heart broke a little more at the sight of you trying to be strong.

“I-It’s stupid” you said shakily, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just… today’s been awful. Everything’s gone wrong, and I-I feel like I can’t do anything right. Like I’m failing at everything”. Barty’s heart ached at your words. He had seen you go through tough days before, but it was rare to see you so broken. Normally, you were the strong one, the one who kept your head held high no matter what. Seeing you like this, seeing you hurt, was unbearable. “Hey, no” he said softly, sitting down beside you, his shoulder pressing against yours in a gesture of quiet support. “You’re not failing. You’re… you’re brilliant. You’re one of the strongest people I know”. You gave him a shaky laugh, but it was clear you didn’t believe him. “I don’t feel strong right now” you whispered. “I feel like I’m falling apart”. Barty swallowed the lump in his throat, his mind racing as he tried to find the right words to comfort you. “You don’t have to be strong all the time, you know” he said quietly. “It’s okay to have bad days. It’s okay to feel like this”.

You shook your head, still struggling to hold back tears. “But it’s more than that. I feel like no matter what I do, it’s not good enough. I try so hard, and I just… I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending everything’s fine”. Barty felt his chest tighten. He hated seeing you like this. He hated that you were feeling so alone, so lost, and he hated that he hadn’t noticed sooner. He reached out, hesitating for just a moment before gently taking your hand in his. The contact was warm, grounding, and thought he had touched you before in casual ways, brushing arms, light nudges this felt more deliberate, more intimate. “You don’t have to pretend with me” he said softly, his thumb brushing against the back of your hand. “Not ever. I’m here, alright? Whatever’s going on, we’ll get through it together”. You glanced down at your intertwined hands, your fingers curling slightly around his. The small gesture made his heart skip a beat, but he pushed that feeling aside. This wasn’t about him. This was about you, and right now, all that mattered was making sure you knew he was there for you.

“I just.. I don’t know what to do anymore” you admitted, your voice so quiet that he had to strain to hear you. “Everything feels like it’s falling apart”. Barty’s heart ached as he listened to you, every word making him want to pull you closer, to hold you until you felt safe again. But he didn’t want to push you, didn’t want to overstep. He settled for squeezing your hand a little tighter, offering what comfort he could. “You don’t have to figure everything out right now” he said softly. “One step at a time, okay? And you don’t have to do it alone”. You were silent for a moment, your gaze fixed on the ground. Then, slowly, you leaned your head against his shoulder, your body slumping against his in exhaustion. Barty felt his breath catch in his throat, but he didn’t move. He didn’t want to risk breaking the fragile moment. “Thank you” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I don’t know what I’d do without you”.

His chest tightened at your words, a strange mix of warmth and sadness swelling within him. He wished he could tell you how much you meant to him, how he would do anything to make sure you never felt this way again. But the words got stuck in his throat, and instead, he settled for pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for just a moment longer than necessary. “I’m always here”he said quietly, his voice filled with a sincerity that surprised even him. “No matter what” You didn’t say anything in response, but the way your body relaxed against his, the way your hand tightened around his, told him enough. The two of you sat in silence for a long time, the weight of the day slowly easing off your shoulders as you let yourself lean on him. Barty stayed there with you, his heart racing but steady, determined to be the calm you needed right now. For as long as you needed him, he would be there.

Eventually, you shifted slightly, lifting your head from his shoulder to meet his gaze. Your eyes were still red, but there was a softness there now, a vulnerability that made his breath catch. “I don’t know what I did to deserve a friend like you” you said quietly, a small, tired smile tugging at your lips. Barty felt his heart skip a beat, but he forced a smile in return, trying to keep his emotions in check. “I’m the lucky one” he said softly, and it wasn’t a lie. Every day he spent with you was a gift he didn’t feel he deserved.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The air between you felt charged, like something unspoken hung in the balance. Barty’s eyes flickered to your lips, but he quickly looked away, cursing himself for thinking about that when you were upset. This wasn’t the time. But then, to his surprise, you reached out and gently cupped his face in your hands, your thumbs brushing softly against his cheekbones. His heart stopped as you leaned forward, your forehead resting against his, your breath warm against his skin. “Thank you” you whispered again, and this time, Barty couldn’t help himself. Without thinking, he closed the small gap between you, his lips brushing against yours in the softest, most tentative kiss. It was gentle, filled with the quiet promise of more, of everything that had been building between you for so long. When Barty pulled back, your eyes searched his, a quiet question lingering there.

“I-“ he started, but you beat him to his ramble and quickly pulled him back into your lips by wrapping your hand round the back of his head, hoping it would be enough to answer his questions.

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Thank you for reading!

[libellule-ao3]

HC: Ominis, his eyes and his experience as a blind wizard

Picture Credits: @deathlysallows [link]

Hello,

I was talking to someone recently about Ominis' eyes, and it gave me the idea of publishing these HCs. 🙂

Please note that the ideas and interpretations presented in this post are my 'headcanon', some of which are mentioned/explored in my fanfictions, but not all. I respect and appreciate the different opinions and interpretations that others may have.

My intention is to share my thoughts, not impose them... I'd love to see yours btw. 😊

Approximately 1,560 words at present. This could increase with possible future updates.💚

☆ Ominis’ eyes do not have pupils to let light enter his eye and reach the photoreceptors. As a result, he has no light perception and is totally blind. This lack of pupils, a phenomenon unique even among wizards, is the result of the marriage between his family's consanguinity and Dark Arts, which they practise shamelessly. (Quote: Ominis was born blind and no spell could reverse it)

☆ Besides this absence of pupils, his eyes are distinguished by their density of pale blue radial streaks, which start from the centre of the iris and radiate outwards, against a dark blue background. This pattern gives his eyes a fascinating, dynamic look. Ominis’ eyes are not opaque, milky or cloudy. These descriptors are so often associated with cataracts or glaucoma (i.e. Eye diseases Ominis does not have in my HC) that I avoid using them.

☆ Even when taking on the appearance of a sighted person thanks to the Polyjuice Potion or using Legilimency, Ominis remains unable to see, as his brain does not know how to interpret visual stimuli.

☆ If the Polyjuice Potion had worked, Ominis' parents wouldn't have hesitated to kidnap a child of the same age, sequestering him so that Ominis could take on his appearance, proceeding in the same way as Barty Crouch Jr did with Alastor Moody.

☆ Using a Pensieve does not negate his blindness either. He therefore perceives the memories consulted by this means in the same way as he perceives his everyday environment.

☆ Ominis has a well-developed sense of touch and smell, and his hearing is very acute. However, the acuity of these senses is not superhuman. He has only learnt to maximumly use his sensory compensatory means to make up for the visual deficit.

☆ During his childhood, his parents and siblings, who struggled for a long time to cure his blindness did not value his existence. As a result, Ominis tends to see himself as less valuable than a sighted person, despite what his Aunt Noctua says.

☆ Ominis has never let his blindness stop him from doing what he really wanted to do. On the other hand, as a good sneaky snake, he doesn’t mind using his blindness as an excuse not to do what he refuses to do or... to justify getting physically close to his heart’s desire. "I can’t work with my wand today, can you guide me to the Great Hall?" How can you say no to him when you know his wand [HC link] is so fickle?)

☆ When not using his echolocation spell, Ominis relies on his other senses to understand the world around him. As a result, surprise contacts can be disturbing for him as they abruptly disrupt his sensory perception. This generates anxiety, as he cannot anticipate the contact. But when this is done by people with whom he has no emotional bond, Ominis experiences it as an additional violation of his personal space, which can make him angry.

☆ Before she disappeared, his Aunt Noctua used to embroider hangings for him, which she would then hang in his bedroom. Ominis loved to run his fingertips over the raised patterns and different textures. Even without seeing them, Ominis could appreciate their creativity and aesthetics through touch. He still has a strong taste for embroidered fabrics from this period.

☆ Without concrete sensory experience of colours, his perception of colours remains a mental concept for him. At Hogwarts, he used to ask Sebastian if his clothes matched properly until he was familiar enough with fabrics to recognise them by touch.

☆ Before Ominis got his wand, he had to learn to organise his living space so that he could be as independent as possible. As a result, Ominis is very tidy and always puts his things away carefully so that he can find them more easily and navigate safely. Even in the most intimate moments, he folds and tidies his clothes before attending to his lover... firstly out of habit, and secondly because he finds it very exciting to play with their patience.

☆ For the Gaunt, the family’s image and reputation were of crucial importance. Having a blind child was a source of shame, as it could be interpreted as a weakness in their lineage or a sign of failure. When they gave up hope of curing him, they convinced themselves that a Gaunt could not be born deprived of sight without obtaining a compensatory magical ability, such as the gift of clairvoyance... Reality soon caught up with them.

☆ This umpteenth disappointment, combined with Ominis’s repeated refusal to adhere to supremacist ideals, or to practise dark arts, reinforced the hostility of Ominis’s parents towards him. As a result, the abuse escalated until the terrible episode recounted in the game (negative emotions + intolerance + misunderstanding + social pressure formed a detonating cocktail)

☆ His echolocation spell allows him to navigate independently, but it will never replace sight.

☆Capable of taking initiative, his wand has a will of its own that sometimes comes into conflict with Ominis. When this happens, it is very difficult for him to work with his wand and he may sometimes ask someone to guide him to where he wants to go. If he turns to you in this case, it’s a sign that he has a great deal of trust in you, something he doesn’t grant easily.

☆ The fact that people avoid certain words (see, or look for example) in his presence, or are embarrassed when he uses them himself, metaphorically or simply as a linguistic convention, amuses him and he doesn’t hesitate to play them up.

☆ If he’s not serving himself, he discreetly feels his plate to find out where the food is.

☆ Ominis is very concerned about his appearance because he wants to blend in with society to avoid attracting unwanted attention. Also, he feels more confident with having an impeccable appearance. His obsession: getting a stain on his clothes that he can’t detect. He used to ask Anne to check his outfit several times during the day.

☆ Although many classmates have asked him to touch their faces so that Ominis can “see” them, he has always flatly refused, as he finds it too intrusive. Sebastian and Anne are the only ones with whom he has allowed himself this familiarity... until his fiancée.

☆ Aloof and reserved by nature, Sebastian, Anne and his lover are the only people he accepts hugs from. These have enabled him to obtain information about their appearance, height, weight, hairstyle, morphology and much more...

☆ Wizards of their background were often evaluated on their elegance and their ability to fit into the society at the time. In addition to the classic upbringing of a member of the illustrious Gaunt family, Ominis’ parents insisted he acquire good social skills and impeccable manners, which was not always easy for Ominis.

☆ For he had “automatic, stereotyped and repetitive” gestures (blindism). Swaying his body or turning his head, or repeatedly rubbing his eyes were very severely punished, as were the various postural disturbances inherent in his blindness (head in profile because that’s the ideal listening position, shuffling gait to keep his 2 feet anchored to the ground maintain his balance more easily etc...). As a result, Ominis has become very aware of himself and his body language.

☆ Always with the aim of meeting their standards, his parents imposed a strict education on him, ensuring that he was fully educated in the history of Magic, that of his ancestors, that of the great pureblood families, the evolution of the bonds governing them and the dark arts for which the Gaunt are so renowned.

☆ In Victorian times, professional prospects were rather limited for blind people, even in the wizarding world, and even with the best education. What’s more, the family safe at Gringotts was just a leaky basket, so Ominis’s parents forced him to play the piano hoping he would become skilled and renowned enough to bail them out. As a result, he plays the piano very well, but he is not a prodigy. This skill is the result of long efforts and painful constraints. All washed down with tears.

☆ At Hogwarts, potions classes are the hardest for Ominis to grasp. Too much simultaneous olfactory stimulation, a method of learning ill-suited to the blind as the recipe steps rely on the precise colouring of the brew.

☆ When he's not using his echolocation spell, Ominis hates it when people leave him after a conversation without telling him they're leaving.

☆ Braille appeared in England in 1861, and Ominis learned about this Muggle system of reading and writing from his Aunt Noctua, who was much more open to the Muggle world than the rest of the Gaunt family, who refused to hear about it. He learned it on his own, with the help of his aunt and the house-elf who provided him with reference books.

☆ When he has to use a knife for cooking or in potions class, Ominis demands a perfectly sharp blade that offers a more precise cut with less effort, reducing the risk of slippage and injury, unlike a dull knife, which is potentially more dangerous as it requires more force to cut, making control more difficult.

☆ He doesn’t cut his fingernails, he files them to make sure he doesn’t cut himself.

(These last 2 HC are from anecdotes heard about my paternal grandmother, whom I never knew and who became blind because of cataracts that were inoperable at the time because of certain medical history)

Masterlist

[celtigxr]

The Pink Dread (Master List) - - - - - Prologue: With Friends Like these

Chapter Summary: Bartimos Celtigar was once King Viserys I's Master of Coin and dearest friend, and their children grew up together... Until the regrettable accident happened.

Word Count: 4088 

Sneak Peak: “No daughter of mine will be wedded to a violent monster! He is feral, and mad, and he maimed my poor sweet dove! She’ll never be able to walk a day in her life again! Lashings will do nothing; he should have his hand cut clean off!”

Warnings: Bullying, fatph0bia, E D, Major Depression, limb loss, b0dy dysm0rphia, physical violence. (Let me know if I forgot anything)

Children are such cruel creatures. Truly, the most cruel among the living, to both man and beast. There is nothing more selfish and more self serving than a child. 

It’s speculated that children can only contain one emotion at a time, and more complex, mixed emotions don’t develop until years after puberty. Or perhaps they simply do not have the mental capacity to truly understand them until later in life. Either way, they think emotionally, and therefore selfishly. Preservation, physical but especially social, is the most important thing in their life. So should a certain individual in one’s life cripple them somehow… Well, the logical solution is to distance oneself, or remove the problem completely. 

The Celtigars were residents of the Red Keep for over ten years, before Bartimos Celtigar had married the young Lysa Lannister, the eldest daughter of Lord Lannister. Bartimos was Master of Coin, giving him reason to remain in the Red Keep with his new, growing family. Through Lysa, they had two children, Clement, then Valeana. Tragically, Lysa did not live through the birth of her second babe; Valeana was large, and Lysa was petite. Barty returned home to Claw Isle to bury and mourn the loss of his young wife, and then came back to King’s Landing with another one and a second daughter. 

Lord Bartimos remarried Lady Ursula Grafton, his late cousin’s wife. Ursula was once a Frey, and had married Lord Grafton, who was already quite advanced in his age. When he died without a male sire, the title was given to his brother, and left Ursula and her four year old daughter, Floris, without an inheritance.

The blended family settled in nicely into the Red Keep. Ursula proved far more fruitful than his first wife, and had given Bartimos another daughter, Shyra, followed by a son, Arthor, right after and survived birth. 

In the eyes of the adults, the Celtigar children were childhood chums of the Targaryen children. This is the case simply because adults don’t particularly look closely at child politics. Lord Celtigar’s girls were known to be quite peculiar, one more odd than the other, and this did them no favours socially among their age appropriate peers.  

Floris was tall for her age, thin and gangly, fine brown hair, flat chested, and had a weak chin. However, her large honey brown eyes that were framed with thick eyelashes were regarded positively among the ladies of court. Floris rarely smiled, and when she did, it did not reach her eyes. She boasted no skills, other than having a pretty voice, which she shared with her step sister and half sister. Bartimos estimated that Floris’ Celtigar blood was strong, since Celtigar women were always known for their lovely singing voices. 

Her half-sister, Valeana, four years her junior, contrasted her greatly. Valeana was quite plump and rather short. Her round head was crowned with thick, light blonde hair, and sat upon a short neck. Unlike her full-blooded brother, who inherited both hair and eyes from their father’s Valyrian blood, Valeana got her mother’s green eyes. Little Val was not regarded as a true beauty, but she was appreciated for her skills. The talented girl flourished in embroidery, surpassing her elder sister and even step mother when she was as young as four years.

Then there was Bartimos’ youngest, Shyra. She did not live up to her name, as she was quite lively, and chatty. So chatty that she was often reprimanded for talking when she was not supposed to. Shyra resembled her older sister, inheriting none of her father’s traits. Her hair was a lighter brown, and had distinctive coily curls that were the envy of every high born lady. Her dark brown eyes had long lashes, much like Floris, but her eyebrows were sparse, almost nonexistent. Despite this, and her oddly wide frame, Shyra was considered the prettier of the Celtigar girls.

The three were collectively called the Sirens of Claw Isle, despite stepping foot on its soil only a few times in the decade they lived at the Red Keep. Each girl held a pretty voice, different and unique to each. Truly the only time the three girls ever got along was when they were asked to sing bards tales during large feasts and events. Outside of that, they bickered quite often, particularly when it came to gaining the attentions of the Targaryen and Velaryon boys. 

Their brothers were blessedly absent from King’s Landing, instead residing at Claw Isle with Ursula. Had they been present, though, perhaps things would have ended differently. 

Floris, the eldest of the parade of children, hovered over the group like a silent vulture, always giving her disapproval over shenanigans that their parents would hate, much to the chagrin of Aegon and his nephew, Jacaerys, who so loved to cause trouble. Then there was little Shyla, who loved to nip at the heels of the younger Lucerys, vying for his affections. Though the minute someone else had given her a compliment, her fickle heart would switch over to another, and it often bounced between the four boys.

Valeana, however, did not care for Aegon, Jacaerys, or young Lucerys. Her eyes always followed Aemond, and unlike the other three who so often tried to put distance between themselves and the Celtigar girls they were plagued with, Aemond enjoyed Valeana’s company. In her, he found a companion, one that he failed to find in his own blood. 

However, Aemond was acutely aware of the repercussions of this friendship. Already the punchline of all his brother’s jokes, Aemond couldn’t afford more jabs at his expense if his brother and nephews knew about his close relationship with the round, plump Valeana Celtigar. Alas, no secret stays a secret in the Red Keep, especially amongst children. 

All it took was one glance by his father, King Viserys, to notice the two conversing with each other at the base of the old Heart Tree, for an idea to bloom. Viserys and his wife were already considering a marriage between Aegon and Helaena,  which meant he had two more sons to marry off and forge alliances. The Celtigars were beyond wealthy and a marriage between his Master of Coin’s eldest blood daughter and his second son, Aemond, would not only be financially beneficial, but it would at last unite the three Valyrian houses of Westeros. 

It had not been officialized, but the topic had been broached between Viserys and his Queen wife, Alicent, in the privacy of their quarters. Unfortunately, it was one conversation that was overheard by their mischievous son, Aegon, who had been creeping in the shadows, intent on stealing his father’s strong Dornish wine. 

The next day, at the Dragonpit, Aemond was pulled aside by his brother and nephews. 

“Aemond, we have a surprise for you,” Aegon spoke, brushing hair away from his face. 

“What is it?”

“Something very special,” Luke said with excitement as he took off to the other end of the pit. 

Aegon continued, “You’re the only one of us without a dragon.”

“Indeed.”

“And we felt badly about it. So we found one for you.” 

“A Dragon? How?”

“The Gods provide.”

As they neared the decline towards the caverns below, Aemond could hear guttural noises as shadowed shapes approached them through the darkness. When Luke approached him, holding a lead with a large, pink, pot belly pig, with wings on his back, all Aemond could do was purse his lips and stare, trying to contain the wobble of his chin.

“Behold!” The three of them said in unison, “The Pink Dread!”

“Be sure to mount her carefully,” Aegon says next to his ear. “The first flight is always rough…It would not be much different on your wedding night with Lady Sow-leana Pigletar, eh?”

Aegon emphasized the jest with a series of oinks and snorts, then kissy sounds, which were accompanied by Jace and Luke.

From that moment forward, Aemond avoided Valeana as if she had greyscale. Though that proved to be a bit difficult, because the Celtigar girls were relentless in their pursuit in gaining the attentions of Targaryen and Velaryon princes. Every time Valena called his name, and came running, Aegon would start making the pig noises, forcing Aemond to twist away and disappear behind furniture, or slip through a door, or hide behind the broad form of a white cloak walking by. 

King Viserys brought up the prospect of arranging the marriage between Aemond and Valeana to Lord Bartimos. The Master of Coin had preferred it would be Aegon, or Jacaerys –as close to the heir as possible– but he could not deny the friendship and fondness his daughter had for Aemond Targaryen. He only ever wished for her to be happy, and if Aemond was to make her happy, how could he deny both her and the king? 

Said in whispers when alone, Bartimos would always praise his first born daughter, showering her with compliments that no others would give her. 

“Want to know a secret, my dove?” He would say as he leaned in closer to ear, “You are my favourite. Shhh do not tell your sisters.”

Though it had not been officialized during a meeting of the small council, Bartimos was far too eager to share the news with his favourite daughter. So one morning when they were breaking fast, he had let the news slip, and from that moment forth, it was the only thing that Valeana could think of, or talk about.

Spending many hours sitting on a tuffet or settee, Valena sacrificed the delicate pads of her fingers as she embroidered her most intricate piece of work yet. A small tapestry, depicting an impressive likeness of her soon-to-be betrothed, framed with the serpentine neck of a bronze, green-eyed dragon of her creation. The head of the dragon draped over his shoulder as it faced the viewer, but Aemond’s face turned to the right to show his profile.. For the eyes she had sewn in small peridot beads for the dragon’s, and a single bead of amethyst to Aemond’s. 

It was a pre-betrothal gift. She knew he did not have a dragon, and she hoped that this small gesture would give him hope that one day he may claim one. However, she found locating him as of late quite difficult. Everytime she thought she saw him, he disappeared, as if a ghost. There was a moment where she had thought she caught him in the hall, standing next to his brother and nephews, but he had disappeared when she ran forward. When she asked Aegon where had gone, the prince merely shrugged. 

“Mayhaps he went to feed his dragon.”

“Dragon?” She blinked, and stepped closer. “He claimed a dragon?”

“Indeed!” Luke snorted. “The Pink Dread!”

A chorus of laughter filled the hall, followed by guttural snorts and oinks. 

It was a few days after that incident that Valeana had finally found Aemond alone. She caught him completely unaware when she bounded up a spiral of stone stairs and nearly bumped into him.

“Aemond!” She beamed. 

“Va--Valaena,” his eyes flickered around, hoping that no one was near. He had only recently left his brother and nephews in the lower courtyard to make his way back to Maegor’s Holdfast, and they may be around the corner, following his intentions at any moment. Out of instinct he took a step back, putting more distance between himself and the rotund girl. “What are you doing here?”

“I was looking for you,” she gave him a small, sheepish smile. “It seems like I keep missing you.”

“Really?” He briefly glanced behind his shoulder after he heard the sound of footsteps in the distance. “I’ve been busy…” 

“I just… wanted to give you something.”

He just stared at her as she pulled out a rolled up tapestry he hadn’t noticed she was holding under her arm. It blended in with her olive green dress, which overflowed with fabric to accommodate her size. He raised an eyebrow as he gingerly took it from her grasp. 

“Thank you…” Aemond’s violet eyes glanced at it, holding it awkwardly in his grasp, but didn’t unfurl it.. 

“I made it,” her arms laced behind her back as she coyly bounced on the balls of her feet. There was a deep rouge blush on the round apples of her cheeks, redder than they usually were. It made her look pink-faced, and Aemond was filled with an immense amount of loath for her because of it. 

“As an…” she looked down at her feet, which still rocked back and forth from ball to heel. “Early engagement present.” 

It was at that moment the distinct and familiar chatter of the three boys grew closer to the scene. Incredibly bad timing, for both Aemond and poor Valaena. A jolt of panic shot down Aemond’s spine as his ears rang with memories of pig snorts and oinks and images of a damned pig with wings. Bile formed in the back of his throat, heat rose to his face, and his fingers started to twitch. His panic turned into frustration, it turned to disgust, it turned to cruelty. 

“Engagement?!” He repeated the word as if it was poison incarnate. “What makes you think I’d ever marry you?!” 

It was loud enough for the whole corridor to hear, though empty aside from the three princes who stalked around the corner just in time to see the spectacle. 

Valaena’s face drops, her mouth pops open, at a loss for words. Her green eyes started to sting, her nose itched. Her panic quickly bloomed in her chest like dragon fire upon grass. “Aemond, I– my father sa—” She took a step towards him, and that would be her undoing. 

Like a cat cornered, Aemond reacted viciously and without thought. 

“Get away from me, you pig!” His hand pushed her away, and she stumbled. 

Valeana’s arms flailed behind her like a windmill, and as she stepped back trying to ground herself, her heel caught her skirts and caused her to lose her balance completely. Though it wasn’t hard ground that her back met with, it was empty air first, then it was the hard ridges of stairs, one after the other. Valeana’s legs went over her head as she stumbled down the spiral stairs, and her body kept on tumbling. Her screams were cut short when she met the bottom, when a crack was heard. Then there was a terrifying shriek of pain, reverberating through the entire Red Keep, one that would haunt Aemond for the rest of his life.

Valeana Celtigar had broken her calf bone so severely, her foot nearly pointed backwards. The Grand Maester had managed to right the leg forward, causing great deal of pain with little benefit. It was clear that she would not be able to walk, especially given her size. 

Aemond was punished by five lashes on his back, orders given by his father to Ser Criston Cole, who took no joy out of it. Alicent pleaded for mercy for her son, claiming it was a regrettable accident, but according to Valeana, and the testimonials of the Velaryon brothers who had witnessed the crime, Aemond acted out with intent to harm. Whether or not he intended for Valeana to fall down the stairs, or simply push her over, was not clarified. But pushing her was intentional, and it was meant to be mean.

 Aemond remained silent for everything. 

Lord Bartimos took a great offense to the event, and broke off the unofficial betrothal.

“No daughter of mine will be wedded to a violent monster! He is feral, and mad, and he maimed my poor sweet dove! She’ll never be able to walk a day in her life again! Lashings will do nothing; he should have his hand cut clean off!”

Bartimos stepped down from being Master of Coin when he was denied his justice. After a week of trying to be civil, he found that his integrity was compromised, and he failed to forgive what he believed was attempted murder. So he took his three daughters and went back to Claw Isle, relinquishing his position to his late wife’s nephew, Tyland Lannister.

Valeana was not the same when she returned to her ancestral seat. Once a bubbly, friendly, and kind girl with a sense of humour, and saw only the good in people, was now jaded, angry, impatient, and preferred solitude. She was in constant pain because of her leg; she was required to be carried around from place to place, which was difficult because of her weight. It was embarrassing, being carried by two or four guards on a litter, so she insisted on remaining in her room. Her peace of mind was her only hobbies: embroidery and reading. 

Her toes and foot started to turn blue, then black, which concerned the Maesters into believing that it would eventually kill her. It was similar to the sores that King Viserys had, but it was localized on her lame leg, which meant that it would slowly kill her over time if they did not do anything. So with the reluctant approval of their liege lord, they amputated her leg three inches down from the knee. The pain was worse than the break and the readjustment itself, even with milk of the poppy, but the act saved her life.

As the years passed, much changed. Valeana had stopped eating, almost entirely, until her Septa all but forced food down her throat. It became evident that his first born daughter was purposely trying to waste herself away. She blamed everything on her size. She blamed her father for inheriting his body shape, blamed the kitchens for serving so much food, blamed herself for having no self control. By the time Valeana was ten and four, she was half the size she had been three years ago. 

The Maesters advised that Valeaena needed to leave her quarters. Her doomed sadness was the result of her isolation, and she needed to step out into the world once again. However with only one leg, and no nutrients, it was difficult to move around, and Valeana refused to be carted around by guards or Septas. So instead the smithies and Maesters had designed and created a faux leg, made out of the sturdiest of woods, held on by the best steel, with a sophisticated mechanic that would allow her to walk normally after much practice.

Valeana was reluctant, skeptical, and sometimes refused outright, but with much coercion and some threats by both her lord father and stepmother, she finally relented. It took nearly twelve turns of the moon, but for the first time in five years, she was able to stand and walk on her own two feet again. 

Valeana started to change once again, but this time for the better. She still retained the walls she had built up, but her bitter, depressed personality simply graduated to a sarcastic, dry, and dark humoured. Her hobbies grew and elevated as well; embroidery turned into garment and dressmaking, reading turned into writing. She never went back to singing, finding that she had lost her voice after years of being silent. Instead, she became adept on the lute and lyre to accompany their songs. Though on top of that all, Valeana picked up another hobby, a passion, that she was not given the privilege of even before she had broken her leg: Horseback riding. She was never able to due to her weight, but now with her shedded pounds, she was able to swing her leg over a horse, and take off without worrying about the animal underneath her. 

Though as the girls blossomed to women, the impending doom of marriage became an increasing topic of family discussions. Especially since Floris should have been married off years ago. Alas, her prospects were thin; despite being the only child of the former Lord of Gulltown, her only inheritance was a dowry, which was mostly contributed to by her step father. Ideally, she would’ve been married off to her uncle, who took her father’s seat, but he had already been married by the time he took the seat (And Graftons were not Targaryens – they had no desire to marry such close relations). 

Bartimos had three girls to marry, and he would be damned if he allowed them to reach spinsterhood. 

On the other side of Blackwater Bay, at King’s Landing, King Viserys’ health was dipleting… and then it was not. The Grand Maester Mellos had passed away, and Maester Orwyle was elevated to Grand Maester by the orders of Queen Alicent. This was all against the wishes of Rhaenyra, but with her now being back at Dragonstone, there was little sway she had with the ongoings of the Red Keep. 

The decision was fortuitous, however, because Orwyle’s studies had led him to a breakthrough with Viserys’ condition. After he learned what the maesters did with Lady Valeana’s leg, he deepened his research on the King’s ailment. He started with amputating fingers that had gone completely black, leaving the king with only eight. Then, he experimented with various herbs. Using things such as honey, clove, and foreign herbs from across the Narrow Sea known as garlic and ginger, Orwyle was able to slow down the decaying process, and even heal some sores from his Grace’s body.

Now feeling leagues better, King Viserys felt inspired, happy even. He was no longer a man trapped in a corpse, and his heart was filled with hope now that the Stranger had retreated from his shadow. He still could not walk without a cane, and his hair wasn’t as thick as it once was, but Maester Orwyle assured him that if he continued these new remedies, his condition would not worsen, at least not for some time. 

Now that peace filled his bones and flesh, he needed peace to fill his heart and his home. Spontaneously, he decided that he wanted to host an event at King’s Landing, a grand one for all high born lords and ladies that wish to attend. The Royal Conclave, he called it, a season of courtship for the Lords to find wives for their sons, and husbands for the daughters. A chance for all houses to make alliances with others where distance had made it impossible. 

But it was also an olive branch to his daughter who retreated to Dragonstone, taking his grandchildren with her. After the death of Laena and Laenor Velaryon, Rhaenyra waited no time in marrying her uncle. This had angered Viserys, but over time when he realized his anger would never bring back his daughter nor his grandchildren, he silently forgave her. Her sons would be looking to find wives; a future queen, a future lady of Driftmark. Then there were the grandchildren he had yet to meet, the ones sired by his brother, Daemon, who as he learned, was blessed with the Valyrian features his eldest grandsons did not have.

Viserys had been reluctant to have Helaena marry Aegon all these years for two specific reasons: one, he hoped his wife would be reasonable and accept the proposal Rhaenyra made all those years ago for Helaena to marry Jacaerys. And two, he could not subject his soft, little Helaena to a marriage with Aegon. His first born son had proved to be a great disappointment, and age had failed to mature him. 

Though it was just not his own family he wished to bring peace to, he also wished to mend a great rift with someone who he once called friend. It had grieved him that he was not able to join the three Valyrian houses ten years ago, and he perhaps may not get a second chance. But Viserys craved peace, and the Celtigars deserved it as much as his estranged family did.

To the Seven Realms, he issued an open ended invitation; a series of events, feasts, balls, competitions, and tourneys will be ongoing for three or four moons. Houses near the capitol were welcome to host their own events should highborns wish to make the journey. Pavilions would be raised around the border of King’s Landing, and promises were made for many men to be knighted, titled bestowed, marriages to be planned, and weddings to be hosted. 

Though to his eldest daughter, to his cousin, Rhaenys, and to Bartimos, he handwritten a personal invitation. 

It is time we unite Valyrian blood. We need not destroy ourselves as our ancestors did in Old Valyria…

Author's Notes: This is a obligatory summarization of the past. I usually hate writing this, but I also didn't want to spend 2-3 chapters writing in the past when the bulk of the story happens after ten years.

Chapter one will be posted very shortly, and then the other chapters will be posted every 5-7 days. This is the first time I'm posting on tumblr, so if there is anything I should be aware about, please let me know.

Please do not re post, redistribute or plagiarize my work. The only other place this story is posted on is ao3 under the same username.

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| Rosekiller microfic | Word count: 663 | I wrote this such a long time ago and just stumbled upon it recently lol | Anyways, give it up for asexual Evan (my beloved) <3 |

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“You don’t want me, okay?”

“Yes, I do!” Barty ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Why is it so hard for you to believe that?”

“Because you don’t want me.”

“But I do—”

Evan interrupted him sharply.

“You might think you do, but you don’t. So just leave it alone, okay?” Evan’s words were biting, intended as much for himself as they were for Barty.

“I don’t understand why you’re so insistent upon this. I do want you, have wanted you for a long time—why can’t you believe that?”

Evan just glared at him.

“Please, Evs, tell me what it is.” He was begging now, desperate for a response.

“You just… wouldn’t. Want me, that is. Not if—” Evan cut himself off. He’d gone too long without saying it to confess anything now. Old habits die hard, and all that.

“Not if what? You can tell me, you know you can. Don’t convince yourself that you can’t.”

And it was that last sentence that caused a bolt of anger to make its way through Evan chest. He could feel it, tightening and squeezing as his breaths grew short and quick.

Barty thought that he’d be okay with it, this secret that Evan was keeping from him, but he wouldn’t be. Evan had spent too long being his friend to not know that about Barty.

And it was unfair of him to demand an explanation from Evan. Because despite the long years of friendship between them, Barty didn’t deserve it, hadn’t earned it yet, and it was mighty presumptuous of him to think that he had.

“Merlin, Barty, can’t you just leave it alone?”

“No! You know why? Because for whatever reason you’re denying this right now—” he gestured between them— “you’re just making both of us miserable. I can tell, so don’t lie to me and say that you want it to be like this. Because you don’t.”

“You’re right, I don’t want it to be like this! I never have! I never asked for this, or wished for this, or tried to be this way, and yet, guess what? Here I am anyway.”

Evan breathed heavily, worrying flickering through him at what he’d just revealed. But he desperately, perhaps foolishly, hoped that his words were vague enough that his true meaning would remain unclear .

“Drop it, Bee,” Evan insisted finally, then made to turn around.

He didn’t get far before a hand grabbed his sleeve, turning him back around to face an angry Barty.

Their faces were so close, near enough that Evan could see the way Barty’s eyes were slightly tightened with displeasure but also… worry. It did something funny to his chest even as he hoped that his own emotions weren’t written out as clearly.

“Evan, listen to me. I’m not giving up on this until you tell me what the problem is, because I deserve to know. I deserve to know why you won’t even try for a chance at us.”

Barty’s hand on Evan’s sleeve tightened as he talked, seemingly unbeknownst to Barty himself. It echoed the way Evan’s anger tightened in his chest, working its way through him.

“This isn’t your thing to know. You aren’t entitled to everything about me, and this? You don’t deserve it.”

Barty flinched, but Evan carried on.

“You haven’t earned this, so no matter how much you want to beg and twist and needle, I’m not going to tell you. Because I do not want to.”

Evan shook off Barty’s hand, then looked away as he delivered the final blow, tone filled with a hint of violence. “So just leave it alone, Crouch.”

It was the last name that did it. Evan could see it in the way Barty stumbled back, looking a little lost. Evan would bring himself to care, but it gave him the perfect opportunity to leave.

And leave he did, turning on his heel and storming out, leaving Barty a confused, questioning mess behind him.

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