#or maybe barty is just silly

[katakosmos]

sometimes while reading gof i get the impression that jk rowling didn't write moody with the thought that he was supposed to be an undercover death eater

[jamespottersmixtape]

I blinked and now have the beginnings of rosekiller christmas fluff. I didn't see this for myself today

[dismalflo]

Hiii I saw your request for asks so here I am. Maybe one with barty x potter reader and it’s like about barty bringing out this completely different side to reader and James being like who tf is that. Like she’s so confident and funny and silly around barty because she just knows that he completely respects her even if she’s a little insane(honestly this is something I’ve been struggling to write for weeks and wanted to see how you would do it 😭)

hi babe!! thank you for requesting <3 i lovee a barty x potter!reader, hope you enjoy!

Barty Crouch Jr x fem!potter!reader who really wants to help the owls of Hogwarts ✩ 888 words

cw: fluff, james and sirius being concerned (and irritated) brothers, james is barty's biggest hater, barty is whipped for his weird gf

an: omg flo writes for barty now!! i really enjoyed writing this but this is my first time writing for him so be gentle. also i saw this request and started writing it like straight away ahhh

“What’s your sister doing?” Sirius asks, eyes still locked on you as he gives James a rough shake by the shoulders. You've apparently transformed the coffee table in the common room into your personal stage, sprawled across it, delivering a very quiet yet impassioned speech.

James casts a glance your way, then groans—a low, weary sound filled with dread.

“She’s being weird,” James mutters, dragging a hand down his face. He’s still half-asleep, his hoodie bunched around his neck, hair sticking up in a dozen different directions. “Because of him.”

Sirius snorts, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Junior?”

“Yes, sodding Junior.” James replies grimly, as if he’s just uttered some ancient curse.

Meanwhile, you're still lying across the coffee table like it’s a velvet chaise lounge, one leg raised dramatically, arm flung over your face like a starlet in a Muggle film. Barty’s perched on the floor next to you, chin propped in his hand, looking up at you with that infuriatingly smitten grin. He’s clearly hanging on to every word of your monologue, whatever nonsense you’re spouting this time.

“I’m telling you,” you say, voice a hushed whisper but fervent all the same, “if we just trained the owls—really trained them—they could unionise. They could have everything they've ever wanted and more treats!”

James closes his eyes, exhaling slowly through his nose, clearly trying to center himself amid the chaos. Sirius just whistles low, like he’s watching some particularly dramatic scene unfold in a soap opera.

“Is she talking about unionising the owls?” Sirius asks, incredulous. “Is that a—”

“Don’t.” James cuts him off flatly, still rubbing his face. “Don’t ask questions. That’s how he wins.”

You shift, sitting bolt upright on the coffee table, animated as ever, gesturing wildly as if you’re leading some kind of revolution. “—and they’re already halfway there!” you’re saying, grin wide. “They have a hierarchy, Bee. They talk to each other! I saw one of them give another a dirty look last week when it dropped a letter in the lake. And then another one had a go at it and defended its friend! That’s class solidarity, if I’ve ever seen it.”

Barty leans forward, eyes gleaming, his smile full of adoration. “You’re a visionary,” he whispers, as if you’ve just unlocked a new level of consciousness rather than plotting to turn Hogwarts’ owls rogue.

You plop down beside Barty on the floor, your leg brushing his as you settle in without a care in the world. You act as if you’re utterly unbothered by the fact that Sirius and James are watching you like you're some mythical creature they can’t quite figure out.

Barty doesn’t flinch when you sit down next to him. Instead, he turns his head, offering you a soft, affectionate smile. His hand reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Without a word, he presses a gentle kiss to your temple, lingering just a bit longer than necessary. When he pulls back, there’s something in his gaze—something bordering on reverence.

“I’m sure we could arrange something to go wrong in the owlery, treasure,” he murmurs, his voice low and conspiratorial, “Make it off-limits. Give you a head start.”

James huffs, shaking his head, his eyes flicking over to the two of you. You’re leaning into Barty, laughing at what he’s said while he absently plays with your hair. You look entirely at ease, a side of you James never really sees with anyone else. You and Barty—well, it's a whole different world.

"I don’t get it, she wasn’t like this before." James mutters petulantly, still rubbing his face in disbelief. "One minute she’s plotting whatever ridiculous thing, and the next—what? She’s all... sweet?" He whines, not unlike a toddler being told there's no sweets before bedtime. He watches you laugh again, a soft, affectionate chuckle, as Barty pulls you closer, his hand possessively resting on your waist. “Bloody disgusting if you ask me,” he mutters under his breath.

The comment lands just as Barty chuckles lowly, his hand firm around you. You look up at him, your eyes sparkling, and without hesitation, he places another soft kiss to your temple—so tender, so un-Barty-like.

Barty raises an eyebrow, a smirk curling up at the corner of his lips, glancing over at James. “Don’t remember asking you, Potter,” he drawls, his tone thick with indifference. “If you weren’t her brother, I swear—” His threatening tone is cut off by your gentle chiding, whispering his name.

Sirius, for his part, is enjoying the show, his eyes flicking between James and Barty like he’s waiting for some kind of standoff. But Barty just looks bored, fingers absentmindedly brushing through your hair. James, of course, glares, but doesn’t have the energy to continue. Groaning, he sinks back into the couch like he’s been defeated by some cosmic force.

“Whatever, mate,” James mutters under his breath. “Don’t know why you had to go for sodding Junior, Y/N.”

Your only response is a laugh, echoing through the common room like James has told the funniest joke in the world. He’s happy for you, really—just not thrilled about the massive hurdle you’ve put in the way of his acceptance. And that hurdle, of course, is Barty Crouch Jr.

[crescenthistory]

saw ur post about all the angsty requests and i simply cannot let that happen so may i present my request of the lovely barty:

slytherin is throwing a party and barty is already there when reader gets there late but they can’t find each other bc it’s so crowded. but junior being, well him, he’s loud and brash and so some that’s a bad thing but to reader it’s so perfect.

i can imagine him standing on a table, maybe drunk, singing at the top of his lungs for his lovely treasure (reader) and when r does find him, they give him a light hearted scolding but thank him for always finding them in every crowd.

i love barty so much and when i imagine him in love, he’s IN LOVE and he’s so loud about it and it’s just perfect

- 🐈‍⬛

if nobody else has my back, i know komi has my back 🙏��‍♀️ just a silly little drabble with our best boy

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: fem!reader, use of y/n, alcohol (firewhiskey), reference to smoking, slytherin party, pda, barty pov (so max chaotic energy), romanian!barty, kissing<3, slytherin skittles shenanigans all around

"You know, Junior," Dorcas drawled from where she was leaning against Marlene as one might lean on a wall. "You're supposed to at least pretend to enjoy spending time with your friends."

"Oh, come off it, Cassie," Barty replied while still not looking at her. His face was turned towards the ever-growing crowd in the Slytherin common room, eyes scanning. "You know I'd die for ya."

She mumbled something into her drink that Barty didn't quite catch, but Marlene apparently found hilarious.

"What's got him in a tizzy?" Regulus asked absentmindedly. Barty hadn't even noticed him reappear, but the sounds of liquids swishing revealed it was likely to get a drink and not to spend time with his lovely friends. Dorcas should really be scolding him.

"Y/N's not here yet." Marlene supplied it so matter-of-factly you might not have realised she is a recent addition to the group via Dorcas. Barty did not much care for her yet – but she wasn't wrong.

The two of you always attended parties together. Always had, since the first time Barty all but dragged you along and you found that you actually quite enjoyed them, as long as he was by your side. It had inflated Barty’s ego beyond what it probably needed to – according to Regulus, at least – but more importantly, it was one of the things that first made him feel secure in your relationship. Wanted, needed.

Barty was also at the point where he did not enjoy anything particularly much if you were not there. He could do shots with Evan and rile Dorcas up into picking on Regulus with him, but it didn’t give him that same buzz that ran over his exposed skin. Didn’t make his dead heart beat.

Tonight, though, for the traditional half-term rager thrown sloppily together in Slytherin, you were running late. By some terrible coincidence, you had your prefect rounds the same day, and could not get ready with Barty like you usually did.

He was left standing by the drinks table so that you could easily spot him whenever you returned – but as more and more people streamed in, your face was not among them. And the more crowded the room got, the rowdier it became, and Barty no longer had a clear sight of the entry. 

You could be here and he might not know. That just wouldn’t do.

“Hate to agree with the lion, but she’s right,” he announced then, clapping his hands together as he turned to his audience. Otherwise known as his friends and their mostly uninterested gazes. “My darling sweet angel, light of my life and yours is not here yet, and we need to do something about it.”

Regulus and Dorcas shared a look through bitten-back smiles. “And why is she not here?” Regulus asked, perhaps to avoid the last part of Barty's sentence.

“She has the audacity to follow rules and regulations,” Barty said with a straight face.

Regulus looked back to Dorcas for a translation. “Prefect rounds.” He rolled his eyes at that, a fellow abider of rules and regulations apparently. 

“Being the attentive individual she is, she likely overextended her help and ran late. And now there’s too many people here for me to spot her.” Barty spoke slowly, like he was spelling it out for children. Regulus’ huffing was becoming too frequent and petulant for his current taste. “So. Desperate times?”

He trailed off the end of his sentence, looking to Dorcas to complete it. Instead she asked, “What desperate measures are you aiming at here, B?”

A Cheshire cat grin split Barty’s face in half. “So glad you asked, my dear Dorc.”

Marlene winced and tightened her hold on Dorcas who had already opened her mouth, no doubt to tell him where to shove that nickname, but Barty was already backing away from the trio with his arms spread out wide.

He bodily pushed at a few fifth years standing around a table to make room for him to jump onto it, with no regard for the card game he was disrupting. The table was wobbly, but it carried Barty’s weight with no problem. From this new height, he could see most of the room clearly, eagle-like gaze already working overtime to see if there was a you to locate there yet.

Regulus walked up to stand in front of him on the ground. Barty grinned down at him questioning.

“Joining me, Reggie boy?”

“You wish.” Regulus moved his grip on a flask of firewhiskey to underneath it, so he could most effectively lift it up towards Barty without spilling any. “If you’re on tables already, you ought to have more in your system.”

“What a terrible influence you are, Black. I’m writing straight home to Walburga.” Immediately after his quip, Barty brought the flask to his lips, chugging, while Regulus rolled his eyes in a way that simply must be painful. 

Cheers from around Barty erupted at his very visible drinking, some already pissed students yelling chug, chug, chug. What can he say, Barty’s never one to back down from a challenge.

With an audible pop, he released the bottle from his lips and howled obnoxiously. He could hear Marlene yell a “yeah!” from behind him.

Maybe she wasn’t that bad.

Then, Barty at the top of his burning lungs yelled. “Y/N?! Dragă?!”

No answer. Or, well, no answer from you. Some stupid sods tried to respond, as if he’d ever call them darling.

“Oi! What are you on about?” Some bloke yelled at him from the opposite wall.

“Looking for my bird, you prick!” 

This earned him several wolf-whistles and hollers, which he promptly neglected as he turned around on the table, to no avail. He did not find you – but he had not exhausted the room in his search either. He still could not see every corner.

Using his thumb as a makeshift cap for the bottle, Barty cast a spell to move a table in the middle of the room closer to him while mid-leap towards it. His feet just barely hit the end of it, screech-laughing throughout his entire flight. 

This earned him even more hoots and hollers. Barty would be feeling quite chuffed if it wasn’t for your remaining status as missing. He took a few more swings of the bottle while his hungry eyes swept over all the heads. 

Then, the room must have lit up, because at last he saw you. Standing near the fireplace, squished between several other partiers, trying to gain your own bearings and locate your people.

“Dragă!”

Your head snapped up at Barty’s nickname for you, and the sweetest, most kissable smile spread across your lips. Oh, how Barty needed you to get your arse over here this instant.

He jumped off the table while punching the air in success, manhandling his way through the crowd towards where he now knew you to be. Smartly, you remained put, but your arms were opened for him by the time he got to you.

Swooping in, he abandoned the flask in favour of circling his arms around your waist and spinning you around, relishing in the giggles that escaped you.

“Buburuză, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” He spoke into your neck, breathing you in, before pulling away enough to see your face. His smile must be blinding.

“The other prefect didn’t show, so I had double the amount of work,” you said simply, as if that was not an egregious crime against the loveliest prefect there was.

He opened his mouth to say as much, but you cut him off with a kiss, lips curled against his. Barty couldn’t help but sigh happily into you.

“Which can be dealt with later,” you said pointedly once you felt you had mollified him enough with your kisses. “For now, it seems I have to catch up with you. Starting without me?” Whether you had seen the bottle or smelled it on his breath he did not know, he just wanted you to keep talking.

The teasing tone in your voice did something funny to his stomach. “Entirely Reggie’s fault – extensive peer pressure, I tell you. I have Dorcas as my witness.” He nodded solemnly, as if he was presenting his case for a judge.

You shook your head at him and breathed a laughter against his lips as you kissed him again. He surely tasted of firewhiskey and the smoke he had earlier, but you didn’t seem to mind – he loved you all the more for it.

“Come now, there is something we need to do,” he said the second you pulled apart. One of his hands found yours while his other settled around your waist, hooking his thumb in your waistband. 

You furrowed your brows in confused entertainment, but let him lead you through the crowd towards the table in the middle that he abandoned earlier. 

“Barty, what–” you tried to ask, but he tightened his grip around your waist and used it to lift you, abusing a poor chair as a stepping stone to get the two of you on top of the table once more. 

Before you could question him, he spun you around like a trophy and shouted above the music, “I FOUND HER!”, victory evident in his tone.

This time, the wolf-whistles and hollers were even louder, some students stomping their feet to create a drumming sound. You flushed under the attention, melting impossibly further into Barty’s side, but laughter spilled over your lips, albeit nervously. When he looked down, he found you beaming at him. 

He knew himself to look twice as lovestruck as you, but he was happy to report that that was saying something.

“Kiss, kiss, kiss,” came the chants from the crowd then.

When a brief once-over of you showed no discomfort despite your light embarrassment – you were growing rapidly immune to that through your relationship – he figured, who was he to argue with a drunken room?

He swept you into a deep and passionate kiss, bending you slightly backward with his wide hands splayed across your back. 

“Now that I’m reunited with my love, what do you say we get the party properly started, yeah?”

[rusalka52]

Tell me l'm pretty

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Sirius Black x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

summary: You and your friend, Barty, sneak out of Hogwarts to go see this new band that is doing a gig near you. Little do you know that a particular raven haired Gryffindor has his eyes set on you and is determined to prove how pretty he is.

cw: drinking, mention of smoking, make out scene, Sirius is described as a bit of a bully in this one

3.4k words

A/N: this is my first fic l've ever posted on tumblr!! I've already planned a short second part for this one so let me know if anyone would like to be tagged in it. My requests for Sirius are also open if anyone is interested :3

“Dorcas, stop being such a wuss and help me do my hair already!” You huff as you throw your head back in exasperation, looking over at the apprehensive girl stood behind you. “The only one in danger of getting expelled right now is me, not you. Well Barty as well but when is he not on the verge of expulsion.” You giggle looking over at the brunette Ravenclaw boy next to you who just sticks his tongue out mockingly.

You were currently sat in the seventh year Slytherin girl’s dormitory getting ready, or at least attempting to get ready, for this new, up and coming punk band’s latest gig taking place just outside Hogsmeade. Their name was “The Siren Attack” or something along those lines. You didn’t really care, you just wanted an excuse to dress up with your friend, sneak out of school grounds and get drunk. Maybe even find a cute guy to snog if you’re lucky. The latest issue of Witch Weekly described them as the hottest new band in the wizarding world urging anyone close to one of their gigs to not miss it under any circumstance. They were basically asking for Hogwarts students to sneak out!

“Who else from our school do you think will attend?” Barty asks you as he applies the finishing touches to his dark eyeliner.

“Hmm I don’t know. Not anyone else from Slytherin that’s for damn sure,” you scoff, “they’re too uptight for that. No offence Cas, you know I love you” You were trying to put your hair into two buns at the nape of your neck but you were failing miserably, the desk a mess of hair ties, bobby pins and hair spray. “Fuck it.” You sigh letting your hair fall down naturally. “We don’t have enough time for this, if we don’t get going now, we will be late and there won’t be any available tickets. Barty! Did you hear me? Get up for Merlin’s sake!” You raise your voice grabbing the younger boy from his shoulders and yanking him off his seat.

“Fine, calm down! I’m ready! A man can’t even put on his earrings in peace anymore” He rolls his eyes.

“Cas, are you sure you’re not coming?” You give the girl behind you one final look while staring at yourself in the mirror, making sure everything is in place.

“I already told you, I’m not risking expulsion for some silly band.” She says getting annoyed.

“Some silly band which that McKinnon bird is really into…” You correct. Dorcas shoves your shoulder playfully and flops down on her bed.

“Don’t call her "bird ", it makes you sound like Sirius Black!” She giggles as you look back at her, mouth agape. What a horrible insult directed at you, from someone you considered a friend no less!!!

Before you can retort, Barty grabs you by the wrist and drags you out of your dorm, reminding you of what you said before about being late.

~

The seventh year boy’s dorms over in Gryffindor tower weren’t in better condition either. Clothes tossed on the floor, two half-empty bottles of hairspray on the desk, a cracked mirror, music blasting so loudly the walls shook, and two boys screaming frantically at each other. Remus was smart enough to go sit in the common room to avoid the ruckus that was bound to play out but poor Peter was caught in the crossfire of the other two boys trying to get ready in time.

“James, where is my studded belt?”

“Belt’s in the top drawer. Pete! Have you seen that one black shirt I have the one with the- oh never mind it’s right here I’m standing on it...”

“Careful with the eyeliner you almost poked my eye out, mate.”

“Sirius, get the cloak, I’m ready.”

“PRONGS WAIT! I can’t find my damned wand.”

“Shit, where are my glasses?”

“WHERE IS THE BLOODY MAP!?”

After the two boys finally got their belongings in order they sprinted out of the door, nearly knocking a first year down the staircase. Peter was left in the dorm room, shell shocked from the battlefield he just witnessed. “Bloody hell, those two are worse than girls when getting ready.” Remus shook his head as he lowered the music, returning to his room the moment he saw the portrait slam behind them, accompanied by a shriek from the Fat Lady.

~

As James was heading towards the concert with Sirius, safely hidden beneath his invisibility cloak he started complaining about how he managed to get talked into going to this “stupid” gig. “I don’t even like music like that and you know it Pads. And I need to focus on N.E.W.T. this year like mum said. And I have quidditch practice tomorrow morning at 6am! Can you believe that? OH, and I've been making really good progress with Lily too, if she finds out I snuck out she will surely be cross with me. And I still need to-’

“ACHOO!”

A loud sneeze behind them interrupted the Gryffindor’s rambling and the two boys suddenly snapped their heads to see who it was, worried it might be a professor or prefect doing their nightly rounds and had heard their whispering. Not like they would see them, but it was still nerve-wracking, maybe their feet were visible from under the cloak. Security at the castle was bound to be tight tonight since word of the “Siren Attack” concert had spread throughout Hogwarts. They saw two figures approaching at the other end of the hall and they quickly scurried towards the wall. “Get the map” mouthed Sirius to James. But before James could even open his bag the two boys heard two familiar voices bickering.

“Bloody hell, Barty, with your allergies!” You whisper yelled, slapping Barty on the shoulder and looking around, praying that no one heard you.

“It’s not my fault! You know that!”

“Ugh, whatever, just keep walking before anyone sees us and we get in trouble. Can’t let Dorcas be right!” You groan passing right by the two boys under the invisibility cloak.

They stay put until they see you round the corner with Barty.

“I suppose they're going as well. Come on, Prongs, hurry, we can’t let them get the last tickets.” Says Sirius as he playfully shoves James towards the secret passageway that leads to Hogsmeade.

Sirius couldn't say that he was surprised when he saw Barty going to the gig but he really wasn’t expecting you to be accompanying him! He didn’t really know you that well, being in different houses and all, but he had taken notice of you since you were in the same year. You were decently attractive, he thought, although the dark clothes and intense makeup you wore now did make you more appealing to him. He always assumed that you were like every other Slytherin girl. Mean, catty, a gossiper, and most likely blood-purist. A blood-purist with a relatively good music taste, he thought, not like it makes a difference but it’s something.

~

You and Barty are three people away from reaching the ticket booth and two people ahead of James and Sirius, who you of course noticed since they started yelling and being obnoxious the moment they approached the queue. You looked around and spotted a couple Ravenclaw seventh years and one or two Hufflepuff boys from Barty’s year. The rest were either “Siren Attack” super fans that went to all their concerts or random people you didn’t recognise from the surrounding area.

5 minutes and 1 galleon later you finally enter the club and immediately get separated from Barty. You can see his thick mop of brown hair making a beeline towards the front of the stage, kicking and elbowing people to get out of his way, either careless or simply oblivious to the nasty looks people were giving him. If he wants to get beaten to a pulp by some jacked up skinhead you are not going to intervene. “He’s a sixth year and in Ravenclaw, for Salazar’s sake he should know better…” You roll your eyes as you head towards the bar.

What you had not noticed was a pair of grey eyes following your every move. For some reason Sirius couldn’t take his eyes off you, how did this prim and proper young lady from Slytherin (!) even end up at this place, heading towards the drinks no less! He had to find out more.

“Mate, come on, you dragged me all the way out here just for you to get distracted during the opening act by some lass from school.” James attempts to drag Sirius towards the center of the venue but the raven haired boy breaks free from his grasp coming up with a vague excuse of wanting a drink. James groans knowing already how this night will play out.

~

“One firewhiskey shot, please.”

“Make it two shots, mate.” Sirius calls out to the bartender as he leans on the bar next to you. You don’t even bother to turn to look at him, being able to recognise that annoying voice and suffocatingly strong cologne anywhere. Not that you paid attention to how he smelled, it was just difficult to avoid when he was constantly sitting behind you in charms since first year. You keep your eyes laser focused on your wallet as you pull out your money to hand to the bartender as he brings over the two drinks. Sirius, however, is faster than you and pays for both your drinks before you even outstretch your hand. You reluctantly put your coins back in your purse and grab your drink.

“What? I don’t even get a thanks?” Sirius laughs, mirth evident in his voice. “Merlin, why is he talking to me? Is he just going to try and humiliate me in public like he has done to countless other girls? Is he going to ask me out on a date and before I can even respond he will start laughing in my face telling me he would ‘never go out with someone like me’ and embarrass me in front of everyone, like he has done plenty of times in the corridors in between classes?” Your thoughts race.

“Thanks, I guess.” You offer him a tight lipped smile in an attempt to be polite.

“You’re pretty.” He says, confidence dripping from his lips like honey, downing his shot in gulp.

“Thanks.” You look sideways towards him and follow his lead, maybe this will take the edge off.

“Do you think I'm pretty?” He whispers in your ear moving closer to get a better look at your face.

“Uhh yeah sure, I guess?” You look directly at him this time no longer avoiding eye-contact. You take a step back and look him up and down and shake your head. “You’re alright-looking, I suppose! Anyway I have to go.” You smile, patting his shoulder and walking away to find Barty to make sure he’s still alive.

Sirius is left standing at the bar looking at your retreating form dumbfounded. No one had ever refused his advances in that way before. They usually had a valid reason, such as them being in a relationship, no one has ever told him that he was just “alright-looking”. Godric, he felt so stupid, is this how all the girls he rejected felt, he wondered. No, Sirius Black is not just “alright-looking” and he would make sure you know that.

Your plan that the comment you made would stop him from pursuing you unfortunately backfired and instead it had the complete opposite effect from what you were aiming for. You hoped he’d get the hint to not make fun of you, not that you were challenging him! Sirius might not have been fully interested in you before, only looking for a quick snog from a pretty girl and maybe something more, but now things were different. He had to show you how pretty he can be and change your mind.

“Is the little snake not interested?” James giggles when he notices Sirius’ shocked expression as approaches the bar. “Don’t worry, mate, I’m sure there’s other girls here that are single!” He pats his friend on the back and orders another round of shots for the two of them.

“She called me “alright-looking”.” Sirius states still looking off into the crowd where you disappeared.

“No… surely not. She must be blind to not see how sexy you are!” James winks teasingly, faux flirting with his friend. Sirius rolls his eyes and turns back to the bar grabbing his shot.

~

Approximately 30 minutes later the opening band finishes their set and the headliners get on stage. Immediately after the lead singer takes the mic and screams at the crowd to “Get wild”, a sudden panic breaks out. Girls screaming, guys pushing their way to the front and shoving everyone around them, people jumping to the beat. No way in hell are you enduring all this.

“Barty, I need a drink, do you want anything?” You tell your friend, screaming over the loud music. He shakes his head no and you push your way towards the bar. Hopefully Black won’t find you this time, busying himself with some other girl or guy. Fate seems to not be on your side tonight seeing as the moment you reach the bar you feel an arm wrap around your shoulder. Your eyes drift over to his arm first, focusing on the messily applied chipped black nail polish, he probably fancies himself a punk or something, the intricate silver rings adorning his fingers, the veins running up his forearm. You tear your eyes away immediately. “Salazar, what’s the matter with me! It’s Sirius Black for Merlin’s sake, focus!” You think to yourself as you turn your head to look at his face.

You see his lips moving but there is no sound coming out. You go on your tiptoes and lean your ear closer to his lips to hear what he said. The music is deafeningly loud for such a small venue.

“Let me buy you another drink, darling.” He whispers, lips grazing your ear and arm dropping from your shoulder to your waist, pulling you closer. Now, under normal circumstances you would have pushed him away, maybe even slapped him for this but tonight was different. The alcohol was flowing, the music was good and the crowd was overwhelmingly energetic. So you decided to not push him away and humour him, for a bit at least.

“And why should I let you do that?” You whisper back, a teasing lilt underlining your voice.

“Because this way I can show you how pretty I can really be. Plus you’ll be getting a free drink out of it. A net positive for the both of us, don’t you think?” He replies enthusiastically.

“Hm. Fine, go ahead and order, I suppose”

The drinks arrive, he pays, arm still securely placed on your waist, and he turns his attention back to you.

“So, tell me, love, how come you ended up in a place like this?”

“You do know that Gryffindors aren’t the only ones with good music taste, right?” You answer, raising your brow and looking up at his grey eyes.

“Well, colour me shocked!” He replies sarcastically with a faux surprised look on his face.

“Anyway,” he clears his throat, “I have to say I’m more than pleased to see you without that horribly prudish uniform they make us wear at school. Who would have known you were hiding figure like that…” he replies, eyes trailing down towards your chest. “Your shirt definitely highlights your… umm… assets.” You should’ve been annoyed at his vulgarity and very shameless ogling but you were hoping to find a cute guy to snog. And there was a very cute, and evidently very willing candidate right in front of you.

“Oh yeah? What else do you like about my outfit?” You ask, looking up at him and resting your hand on his shoulder, fully turning your body towards him.

“I would tell you, but you still haven’t answered my question from before. Do you think I'm pretty?” He tilts his head like a puppy as he licks his lips.

“Well, I did say you were alright-looking didn’t I? My answer remains the same, unless there is anything you can show me that will change my mind.”

“Oh, darling, I definitely have things I can show you.” He replies, his voice low and teasing. His hand ghosts over the empty space between your shirt and skirt, fingers grazing your skin lightly, inching his fingers slowly under your shirt.

You suddenly grab his arm to stop him and he looks up at you, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Restroom…” You whisper looking around. If Barty, or anyone else from school for that matter, sees you snogging Sirius Black in the middle of a concert your reputation would be done for. Your hold on his arm tightens as you start leading him towards the women’s stalls. You can vaguely hear him whisper a “fuck, finally” as he obediently follows behind you.

~

Once the door to the furthest stall locks his lips are immediately firmly planted onto yours and you definitely don’t hesitate to kiss him back.

After a second Sirius pulls back and looks deep in your eyes.

“Why did you stop?” Your voice comes out in a whine, breathless from the kiss.

“Tell me I’m pretty.” He says, almost demands as one of his hands reaches up and tangles itself in your hair, making sure to keep you head facing him.

“Is this really what this is about? Do you really want to hear me say those words?” You ask teasingly.

“Mhm.”

“Say please.”

“Please…” His voice is now more akin to a dog whimpering and panting rather than a human.

“You are very pretty.” You finally say, giving him what he wants, and he doesn’t waste a single second, going back to kissing you immediately after those words leave your lips. His hold on your hair tightens and you gasp as his tongue meets yours. He tasted like that horrible whiskey he had been drinking all night and all the cigarettes he smoked, the flavours making you dizzy, as he starts lowering his head, kissing and sucking on your neck. You feel his other hand start to hungrily, maybe even desperately, push up your shirt, squeezing and grabbing any flesh his hands could reach. His hand slowly reaches behind your back ready to unclasp the hooks of your bra when a sudden and loud knock on the stall door interrupts your moment.

“Open the damn door already, I need to piss.” You hear a drunk girl slur against the restroom door.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, not now.” Sirius whispers breathless as he pulls away from your neck, his lips red and sore from his fervent kisses a second ago. You gently put your hand over his own, which is still positioned under your shirt, and slowly push him away.

“Maybe another time pretty boy, hm?” You whisper to him.

“Oh, definitely.” He nods enthusiastically, as if in a daze.

~

The next morning -thankfully a Saturday so no early classes- you wake up with a horrible headache, a dizziness that you can’t seem to shake off, a need for scrambled eggs and a cup of coffee, smudged makeup all over your pillow, your bag open next to your head and a feeling that something is digging into your back. You sit up in your bed, rubbing your eyes and turn to look behind you. Sirius Black’s fucking wand is right there on your bed. That son of a bitch! He must have slipped it into your bag last night without you noticing on purpose so you’ll have to go up to him the next day and give it to him, actively making you embarrass yourself. You cannot believe the gall of that guy. He is unbelievable and a massive cu-

“Is that Black’s wand?” Dorcas asks, interrupting your train of thought.

“Uhhh no…” You say, quite unconvincingly, while hiding the wand under your covers.

“Huh, right, I’ll pretend I believe you for now. Go get dressed so we can head to breakfast. I'm starving! Oh! And you have to tell me everything that happened at the concert last night!!!” Dorcas exclaims grabbing you by the arm and pulling you up.

tags: @gastroentred

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PART TWO IS UP NOW!!!!

[m00nkissedlover]

・｡Cat's First Snow ❄️

You've ordered: cookies and cream ice cream! enjoy!

"Twenty-four to twenty-five, bae. Just stay with me." (partly inspired by "24 to 25" by Stray Kids)

animagus! Regulus Black x reader | word count: 1,492 words

Summary: it snows at hogwarts! but, guess who hates the cold? ❄️ (silly little drabble)

Warnings: a bit of cursing (lighthearted)! not really warnings, but: reader's favorite season is winter, regulus takes the animagus form of a cat.

Note: i swear, i was giggling and kicking my feet writing this 🤭 yes, i'm reusing marauders/ skittles characters. again, i'm still getting caught up on marauders/ harry potter stuff in general. this fic is based on this post i made.

The courtyard grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were blanketed in a pillowy white layer of snow. Excitement emanated through the corridors and hallways of the school as students and faculty alike talked of taking pleasure in the wondrous winter display. Basically, everyone was ready for classes to end so they could go out and play in the snow.

Well...not everyone.

You see, your boyfriend, Regulus Black: he hated the cold. Hated with a capital H. Ever since he was a child, the Slytherin was never fond of the chilly weather of fall and winter, always wrapped to the nines in layers of sweaters and jackets. Not even a single wisp of cold air could touch him without him kicking up a fuss.

Obviously, this was a problem since you lived for the cold weather of winter. Getting to splurge on cute, fluffy sweaters, tins of flavored hot chocolate mix, and jars of various teas made your heart pound with joy. And of course, playing in the snow was just as fun.

"Boys versus girls snowball fight in ten minutes!" Evan yelled, throwing his scarf around his neck as he, Barty, and James made a mad dash down the hallway.

"Losers have to shove snow down their shirts!" Sirius chimed in, he and Remus following after the others.

"They're so immature." Pandora grumbled, rolling her eyes as she watched her brother run down the hallway like an idiot.

"I know right....But, we're winning the fight, right?" Marlene asked, nudging Dorcas in her side.

"Oh definitely." Dorcas responded, Lily giving them a thumbs up before looking around.

"Have any of you seen Y/n? I could've sworn they were just with us." Lily asked, the girls looking around in confusion.

Just where were you?

"Reg, please? It's not even that bad, I swear!" Oh, there you were, currently trying to persuade Regulus to come outside with you guys.

You knew it was a futile effort. He'd never agree.

"I don't care, I said I'm not coming." the stubborn Slytherin refused, tucking himself deeper into the blankets he had piled around him.

"You're being ridiculous."

"And what's so ridiculous about not wanting to freeze to death?" he quipped in a rather dramatic tone that made you bite back a laugh.

"Fine, I'll just go out myself. And have fun with the others..." you said, glancing over at Regulus to see if your words had affected him.

"Alright, have fun."

You frowned, getting up and buttoning up your jacket. "But even though I'll be with them, I'll still be a little...lonely. If only my boyfriend would come and keep me company...." Nothing.

"Y/n, I know what you're doing." he said, not even looking up from his book.

"Fuck you, Regulus Black." you groaned.

"Maybe after your snow day." he smiled to himself, knowing he got under your skin as he heard the door slam shut.

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"Look at him, all warm and cozy, while we're all freezing our asses off." Evan huffed. You were all peering in through the window of the common room, watching a familiar black cat enjoying the comfort of the fireplace.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Barty whispered to you, a sly grin on his pierced lips.

"Absolutely." you nodded, giving him the same grin as the two of you slipped away from the group. Yoi waited in the corridor, peeking through one of the windows.

Barty quietly stepped into the room, the black cat now stretching out on the couch. The Crouch boy carefully tiptoed over to the couch, leaning over it and giving regulus a smile. "Hey Reg...don't hate me too much after this."

The cat equivalent of a scream was heard as Barty swiftly scooped up the poor feline, shoving him into his coat. You had to try your best not to burst into a fit of laughter, your hand slapped over your mouth and body shaking. You watched as Regulus hissed and reached out with clawed paws, trying to scratch at Barty, who was scrambling out the door and over to you.

"Damn, he put up a fight." Barty huffed, handing you the obviously unhappy cat.

"Thanks, Crouchy!" you smiled, now shoving Regulus into your coat. He let out a meow of protest as you ran down the hall and out the large double doors.

You could feel Regulus jerk in your arms as the cold air washed over his fur. You pulled him out of your coat, playfully swinging him in your arms. then he saw it: the pile of snow you were about to fling him into.

"3...2...1!" you yelled, tossing him into the pillowy white snow. A startled "mrow!" left the black cat's throat as he landed into it with a soft thud. He poked his head out, the snow on his head practically melting with how seething he was.

"Oh come on, Reg. Have some fun! Look-? Wait, where's Sirius?" Your question was answered as you saw Padfoot running over to the group and slamming into the pile of snow.

Laughter filled the air as Padfoot popped his head out and shook out his snow covered fur that resulted in Regulus getting covered in snow once again. Padfoot playfully nudged the angry cat, licking over his fur. You knelt down and gently scooped Regulus back up into your coat, planting a soft kiss onto his head, right between his ears. the look on his face said "I hate you" but in a "You're lucky I love you" way.

After hours of snowball fights, snow angels, and building snowmen, the sun was finally beginning to set on your wintertime activities. Yoi all made your way back inside, Regulus snuggly tucked into your coat and poking his head through your scarf. When you two arrived at his dorm, he hopped out of your arms and scurried into his closet. A few moments later, regulus walked out, wrapped in a blanket and shivering rather dramatically.

"Don't ever take me out in the cold again." he said through chittering teeth.

"But, wasn't that fun? At least you were warmer in your cat form, no?" you teased, walking over to him and cupping his face in your hands.

"Cold!" he yelped, jumping back from the frosty touch of your fingers. A smirk formed on your face as you looked at your hands, then back at your boyfriend.

"Y/n, don't-" you stepped closer to him, his eyes darting around the room.

"Y/n- AH!" you immediately charged at him, chasing him around the room as he desperately tried to avoid your freezing cold hands.

"Get over here!" you giggled, cornering him against his bed. you moved to straddle him, your thighs on either side of his waist.

"Wait, Y/n, please!" the poor boy pleaded, trying not to laugh at the determined look in your eyes.

"I can't hear you!" you teased, quickly slipping your hands underneath the blanket and pressing them to his sides.

"GAH!" The yelp that left his throat had you laughing till your throat was sore, Regulus grabbing your wrists to get you off of him.

"Ah! Please, have mercy!" Regulus mumbled weakly, a shiver running through his whole body as you leaned closer to him, that ridiculous smirk still on your face.

"Want me to help you warm up?" you whispered, your warm breath wafting over his lips that twitched in response.

"I guess..." Regulus mumbled, trying to fight the smile forming on his lips.

You smiled at his attempt to seem upset, leaning over and softly kissing his pouty lips. An audible "mmm" rumbled through his chest as he slowly forgot about the icy touch of your hands that were creeping up his bare sides and focused on the warmth emanating from your body and the kiss.

As you tilted your head to deepen the kiss, you felt Regulus sneak his hands underneath your shirt, pressing his semi-cold hands to your skin. You yelped softly into the kiss, pulling away to scold him.

"Mhm, how do you like them apples?" the dark haired male quipped, earning himself a playful pinching of his sides.

"How about we both get changed into more comfortable, warmer clothes and we can cuddle up together in the common room, hm? I'll even make you that tea you like so much." Regulus couldn't pass up that offer.

"I'll think about it." That ultimately meant yes, your lips now pressing to his nose before letting him go.

The rest of the night was spent in the common room, you and the others chatting the night away and laughing over steaming mugs of hot chocolate and freshly brewed tea. Regulus was practically glued to your hip, curled up under a blanket with you and letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

Even though he didn't like the cold, Regulus always felt all warm and fuzzy inside seeing just how happy you were whenever winter rolled around. ❄️

© m00nkissedlover, 2024

[lupiinist]

here in brazil we have a show (it's actually on netflix) that's called 'ilhados com a sogra', that is pretty much a show where mothers-in-law and their sons/daughters-in-law spend like, a week trapped in an island having to work together on some games

and i just started thinking about how the marauders would deal their mothers-in-law, and honestly, here it is:

. regulus and effie would win. that's not even negotiable, effie and reggie would control the entire game, they're the perfect mother-in-law and son-in-law duo

. sirius and hope lupin would be... cute and soft, they get along well, but i don't think they would win, 'cause sirius might be competitive, but i don't feel like hope would? they WOULD be the most gossinp duo, though, they'd hear absolutely all the tea

. on the other hand, james and remus wouldn't participate. walburga would never

. i feel like marlene would be too distracted telling her mother-in-law how much she loves dorcas, and would forget the actual games (she wants to win mrs. meadowes' approval)

. lily and mary would be in second and third place each

. evan wouldn't participate either

. barty would kill his mother-in-law (not literally, but maybe...), they'd hate each other, and they'd have to be expelled from the show

. pandora would be the host actually, or the family therapist

. i hc peter as aroace, so i think he wouldn't have a partner. he'd be watching though (cheering for regulus and effie, but he loves sirius and hope as well)

. alice would be arguing with her mother-in-law every second

. ted wouldn't participate either

. rita would either beat up her mother-in-law or get beaten up by her, no in-between

anyway, the show is awesome and so silly actually, i just think it's funny to think about the marauders and their mothers-in-law

[rosestarkill]

paper · @black-brothers-microfic · bartylus · word count: 672 · cw: mcd

“Your classmates are not your friends, they are your opponents. You must be the greatest,” Mother told him as she straightened his white linen shirt, which had become wrinkled on the way to school. “Always remember you belong to the Noble House of Black.”

Regulus had initially been thrilled to have the opportunity to make friends. He had imagined himself sharing his hobbies with boys his own age, laughing together in the dining hall and playing football on the fresh school lawn. He had dreamed of having a friendship like Sirius and James had, of being so close with someone that no words were needed to understand each other.

Nevertheless, Regulus pushed past his own desires and burned his mother's words into his head. Satisfying his parents was more important than making friends —or should he say 'convenient'? After all, he was terrified of getting the same punishments Sirius received for his rebelliousness.

Consequently, Regulus sat alone in class and ate by himself at mealtimes and watched his classmates in sorrow from across the dining table. During recess, he would hide in the library and sometimes in the bathroom, where he would cry silently for his longing to be with the other kids. He had always looked forward to Hogwarts, but now he just wanted to leave and never come back.

What's more, there was one boy in his class who made him uncomfortable. Regulus had caught him staring at him on several occasions, and the odd thing was the boy didn't even avert his gaze, but either stuck out his tongue or smirked at him. Luckily, the boy hadn't tried to talk to him. He wouldn't have known what to say. He wasn't allowed to socialise.

Regulus unconsciously began to watch him secretly as well. He learned that the boy's name was Barty and his father worked at the Ministry of Magic. He also soon noticed he was always accompanied by another boy in their class called Evan. Both were frequently in detention for pulling pranks on other houses' students. They were the kind of company his parents probably detested. He had to focus on his studies and not on silly pranks.

“It must be done in pairs.” Groans and shouts of delight were heard in equal measure as the History of Magic teacher explained the procedure for the upcoming assignment. “You must hand it in by next Friday. I will not accept any paper after the deadline.”

Regulus glared at his classmates as they paired off. He couldn't ignore the knot that had formed in his stomach. Maybe he could do the task individually, he could go to the professor's office and explain to him he didn't have a partner–.

“You have a partner?”

Regulus looked at whoever had addressed him and immediately became uneasy. It was Barty.

“No,” he said flatly and looked away, embarrassed he had been obliged to give such a ridiculously predictable answer.

“Well, now you've got one.”

Regulus dared to meet his eyes again, which were sparkling with excitement. His lips had curved into a wide grin too.

“Do you want to be my partner?” He shyly clutched the book he held in his hands.

Barty shrugged his shoulders.

“You don't want to?”

Your classmates are not your friends.

I'm sorry, Mother.

“Yes, I do.” He smiled for the first time in two weeks.

“Good!” Barty exclaimed and held out a hand as he smiled warmly at him, showing his sharp teeth. “My name is Barty.”

I already know your name, you idiot.

He squeezed Barty's hand softly.

“Regulus.”

It is said that you are shown an overview of your life seconds before you die, and Regulus proved that to be a lie when he recalled his first conversation with Barty prior to drowning in the deep waters of the lake. Although, it somehow made sense —he hadn't been shown his entire life, but the beginning of it. His life began the moment he met Barty, and how happy he was to die that way too.

[alwaysanundertone]

What could possibly go wrong?

Barty Crouch Jr x fem reader

word count: 900

part 1 , part 2

Except, everything was wrong.

When you arrived at the party, Barty was literally surrounded by people after about two minutes. You tried to keep up with all of his friends, but it got kind of overwhelming.

You decided to leave when one particular Slytherin girl came into view: you tried to introduce yourself, but when she refused to shake your hand, you decided you had enough, so you just left Barty. After all, you’ve been a loner your whole life, and you weren’t about to start begging for people’s attention now.

How dumb of you to think Barty could possibly be into you, he was a manwhore, he flirted with everyone, you weren’t special. Plus, why would he go for someone as boring as you, when he could have everyone? Hell, everyone in Hogwarts seemed to be thirsting over him, you weren’t special. He was a social butterfly, you were a loner, how could it work out?

Now you were sulking at the minibar, wondering why you interrupted your reading session for this, but most of all, why did he bring you here, just to make you feel insecure about yourself. You stared at the glass of whiskey in front of you: might give it a go while you were at your first, and probably last, party.

You instantly regret it: it burned, and you were positive it was way too much.

“Hey, Y/N right?” You jumped. In front of you stood a blonde guy, he towered over you, staring at you with his pale eyes. “Didn’t mean to scare you, sweetheart. Just wanted to come say hi, you weren’t looking too happy to be here. I’m Evan”

You furrowed your eyebrows, shaking his hand. “But how do you know my name?”

“Well, it would be strange if I didn’t. Barty talks about you like, 24/7, and I am his roommate, so”

You widened your eyes. “He does?”

“Yes, silly. Don’t you see how he always looks at you? And how he always seems to be around when you seem to be uncomfortable? Like yesterday, during Potions, when you were all alone at a table?”

You blushed. You had felt really pathetic, sitting by yourself while everyone else was chatting with their friends, and then Barty sat next to you, leaving his friends. You instinctively looked at him, you brows furrowed: he was still with that Slytherin girl. Evan followed your gaze.

“Look, sometimes he’s just oblivious of what’s happening around him, but I swear he only has eyes for you. Look at his body language: she’s desperately trying to establish some type of physical connection, while he looks like he is about to leave” In that moment, you saw Barty looking around, when he spotted you he brightened up, excusing himself and making his way to you.

“Hey love, looks like you’re already charming up my friends”

“I wasn’t-“

“You should be careful, Barty, if you won’t start dating her, someone else might take your place” He winked at you, making you blush.

“You’re such a dick, Y/N is already mine and you know that” Barty slung an arm around your shoulders, kissing your temple, making you a blabbering mess.

“Maybe she won’t mind to be shared, don’t you think?” Evan caressed your cheek, now you were sure he could feel you burning, you weren’t sure what was happening, but you knew if they kept this up, you might as well end up in a puddle in the floor. They both chuckled at your reaction.

“Let’s ignore this shithead, love, and go dancing” He lead you to the dancefloor.

“Barty, I don’t know how, I’ve never been to a party before, you know that.”

He smiled softly at you. “Just follow my movements, everything will be alright”

The music was slow and sultry, he had his big hands on your waist, and he started moving slowly, guiding your hips. You had your face in the crook of his neck, trying to inhale subtly the smell of his cologne.

“You’re tickling me here, love, do I smell nice?” You felt his chest vibrate, while you tried to hide your now red face into his chest. “Don’t go shy on me now, love, mh? Let me see those beautiful rosy cheeks”

“You’re not being fair, you know that, right?”

“Who said I wanted to?” He bopped your nose. “Besides, I really enjoy seeing you all flustered because of me. It’s kind of an ego booster”

“Shut up, Crouch”

“Make me”

He stared at you, then gazed at your lips, making you lick them absentmindedly. Were you really about to kiss him? You didn’t know if it was the whiskey giving you the courage, or the fact that he looked good enough to eat, but you decided that yes, you were going to kiss him.

You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and then you just put your lips on his. He freezed at first, making you regret your choice, but then he shifted his hold on you, so that one of his hands was now grabbing your butt, while the other cradled your head, while deepening the kiss.

Suddenly, your legs were feeling all jelly-like, the hand placement and the fact that he was really a good kisser had you feeling dizzy.

“You don’t know how long I waited for this exact moment.” He pecked your lips. “Since I saw you with that damn hat on, I was praying all of the gods you’d end up in Slytherin, but you didn’t. And now I finally have you in my arms.” Another kiss. “I won’t ever let you go, you know?”

“I think it’s fine by me, but you should take me on a date first”

He was about to reply when you were hit by a bright flash.

“Sorry guys, had to have a picture of this moment”

“Evan when I catch you, you’re dead”

As he was about to chase the poor guy, you just gripped him harshly. “Shut up and kiss me”

He smiled at you. “Whatever you want, love”

[dearggntlereader]

Boxer!Barty Crouch x ballerina!Reader Headcanons

i'm thinking they go to the same university and share a gym

He has a bad day and when you refuse to free the gym just because of a mistake in the schedule that booked you both he just gets more agitated

you make a big fuss asking him to leave since you need quiet

“Quiet? I’m just trying to get my workout in. If you need some space, how about you hop down from your tippy toes and give me a minute to finish?”

"Oh, I’m sorry, was I interrupting your precious punching bag session? Maybe if you weren’t throwing such a tantrum, we could both get our work done."

And look you were being somewhat nice at the beginning

but now you’re just pissed

he calls you ‘tippy toes’, ‘sugarplum’, ‘swan’, ‘Tiny Dancer’ and other silly nicknames because he thinks its funny

you end up seeing each other everywhere since then

shared friends

shared classes

shared gym

everywhere

He tries to apologize several times for being rude but you always take it the wrong way and insult him

(he might be just slightly into it)

After the third time he’s fed up and starts getting pissed and he's kind of just being petty when he searches you out just to mess with you

he parties HARD

and then all of a sudden your at one of the parties and you look really good and he was already into you before seeing you in the dark lighting and darker clothes

so his teasing might get a bit more flirty than mean

and you're tipsy and his arms look so good

so who can really blame you when one thing leads to another and you let him take you home

except when he realizes how drunk you really are he just gets you some water and lets you crash on his couch

you might have begged him an embarrassing amount to keep kissing you before laying down but hey lets not mention that

(he does)

((all the time))

[theboywhoswallowedthesun]

My favorite headcanon for each one of the marauders+extras

James Potter- OCD OCD OCD

I know you’re sick and tired of me talking about it but PLEASE see the vision. I promise if you ever read up on the reality of OCD you will see it’s literally James Potter

Sirius- Hypersexual BUT is weird about receiving pleasure when he’s having sex. Like he doesn’t think he deserves it so he puts all his focus into the other person because some part of him deep down tells him he doesn’t get to.

Remus- This man is IRON DEFICIENT. He either has an iron deficiency or a chronic illness and you cannot convince me otherwise.

Peter- Cinema FREAK. HE loves loves looooves watching movies. He tries to get people to watch movies with him as often as literal possible, and spends most of his weekends just watching films. He’s also super snobby about them.

Regulus- Skin picker. This man has tricitilimania. Any time he’s left uneasy for even a second he’s picking at the skin on his hands or his lips. His pulling strands of his hair or eyebrows out.

Barty- More of a silly one but he is incredible at picking up accents/voices. He can copy an accent or way of speaking almost flawlessly and it entertains the shit out of his friends. The prank calls are BEAUTIFUL.

Evan- Tall as actual fuck. I don’t know why but he is SO tall in my mind. Like 6’4+. Like James, Mr. Tall himself has to look up when he’s talking to Evan (he likes it and it makes him a little giggly lowkey)

Lily- She hates hates hates her hair. Like she wants to cut it so effing bad but something stops her every time. Maybe she thinks she needs to be rational or smart or that that’s too big of a change but deep down she wants to take a pair of kitchen scissors and go to town on that hair of hers. I don’t know why but short hair lily is just some sort of idea I have in my mind.

[theyrealllesbians]

Imagine pandora insisting that she has to read everyone's palms and them all resisting saying it was silly. She carries on and after 10 minutes they're all sat in the boys room on regulus bed with their palms up.

She goes round them all individually tracing along the lines and humming absent mindedly. At first she doesnt actually pay too much attention to what she's looking at, just mapping out the lines. That's until she gets to Barty, she traces the lines on his palm but falters as she traces his life line. She stops humming and her brows furrow intensely.

"What? What is it?" Barty asks, causing the others to stop their conversations and look at Pandora. "Dora, what is it?"

She doesn't know what to say. His life line ends a third the way across his palm. He was going to die in his 30s. She quickly glanced around everyone else's still upwards facing palms. Every single one had an alarmingly short life line.

Evan's didn't reach to his middle finger. Dorcas's ended so abruptly it looked like it had been cut. But Regulus's caught her eye a second longer. It started to wave a little at the end. Almost as if he was starting a new life, but just as quickly as it started, it had stopped, violently and abruptly again.

Pandora looked down at her own palm and watched it end in the middle of her second knuckle. She felt her heart drop. In 10 years, they'd all be dead. They wouldn't even get a chance to live before they died.

"Pandora, you're freaking us out. What is it?" Evan asked, nudging her arm at the same time.

"Nothing, nothing at all. Maybe you're right, it is silly." She felt sick.

"Why what does it say?" Regulus asked calmly.

"That we all die young, before 50." They didn't need to know the truth. Didn't need to know they may only have a couple of years left.

"Oh well that's obviously a lie." Barty exclaimed. "I told you it was all nonsense. Read my love line though, I wanna know if I marry hot" He wiggles his eyebrows at Evan at this line.

Regulus looked at her though, a questioning gaze that she didn't have the heart to meet. She simply dropped her head and started tracing Barty's love line, trying to find something to distract her. But out of the corner of her eye, she saw him nod solemnly and take a deep breath before closing his eyes. Just as quickly though he opened his eyes back up and started making snarky comments at whatever the others were saying.

[whorediaries-09]

hey hun! how bout a #9 choking and maybe some #6 degradation with the one and only barty crouch jr? im a simp for that man and a sucker for your writing!!!

hell ya, babe.

twisted pleasure;

pairing- landlord!barty crouch jr x reader warning(s)- 18+ content, substances. a/n- the obsession is so strong guys?!

prompt- choking + degradation.

the diner. kinkotober masterlist. kinkotober rules.

the wooden staircase in the corridor creeps into your room. they creak with the heavy steps which you recognize to be your landlord's. cold fear grips you. it's been almost a week after the due date of the month. you still hadn't paid your rent. and you knew he was extremely particular about the dates.

'open the door!' his voice boomed first, then came the obnoxious loud knock. you rushed into your room, trying to put on proper clothes. you were fresh out the shower. in nothing but a faux silk nightdress. you weren't expecting anyone.

especially not him.

'i'm coming!' you scream, but it's covered by the overpowered sound of the door bursting open. barty enters the apartment, and you see him getting overwhelmed by the smell of pot in the living room.

'you filthy bitch!' he says, charging towards you. you back towards the wall, the anger in his voice booming. it's so obvious. and yet you feel more of your oxytocin in your blood rather than just adrenaline. maybe it's because of how insanely attractive he looks with his hair scattered all around his face. or his pupils which are full of spite focused on you.

'i'm sorry,' you manage to whisper out, at least pretending to be scared. you didn't want him to know you were getting turned on. 'i got fired last week. they closed the place-'

'you got the time and money to pay for pot but you ain't got time to pay me my rent? i'll call the fucking cops on you if you don't pay up right now!'

'i'm so sorry, mr. crouch,'

before anymore words were spoken, his hand was around your throat.

'sorry? i gotta pay my bills you know? you fucking whore! you'll pay up, or i'll do unimaginable things to do. bet you would like that wouldn't ya? silly little thing.'

he huffed, his mouth so close to your nose. his hand, touch so hot on your skin. unconsciously, you bucked your hips towards his crotch.

'oh look at the dumb slut. she likes it when i degrade her. don't you?' he mocked you, increasing the pressure of his thumbs on your arteries.

'god, i'll do anything if you will give me a few more days,' you manage to gurgle out. he smiles, running his tongue over his teeth.

'you bitch. i'll make you do anything i want, if that's what it takes me to get you to pay the fuck up.' and it's hell broken loose. he's tearing your nightdress down, exposing your chest to his hungry gaze. he spits between the valley of your breasts, pushing your head further into the wall-if that was even possible. with this other hand, he teases your clit.

'look at you, whore. no panties. and so wet for me, already. you like this huh?'

you stand speechless, letting his rough fingers scissor you open.

'look at you, so turned on for your landlord's cock. ever touched yourself thinking about me, slut?'

it happens so fast, as if in a flash. he's pulling his pants down, wrapping his legs around your waist.

'fuck,' you whimper. he pushes himself into you. it's a fast, burning yet delicious stretch and it makes you lose the strength of your knees. you bite your lip as his hips ruts into yours, profanities and his name falling off your lips like a chant. he's breathing heavy into your ears, cutting off the oxygen flow to your brain.

'dumb, cumslut, for my cock,' your walls pulsate around him at his words, and he smirks. he takes out his phone from his shirt pocket, and opens his camera.

'i'll film us. touch your dumb little cunt when you need me. then call me, i'll fuck you even better than those little fingers of yours can.'

he's relentless, scandalous while he abuses your pussy. your eyes roll backwards with each thrust, his cock hitting your spot perfectly. it's a rhythm and a roll of his hips, along with the force of his hand against your neck that makes you loose your decency and you're begging for him.

'barty, please,' he muffles his growl against your hair, destroying in the name of exploring your guts, and you're letting out breathy moans with the furious orgasm that coils within you.

'beg, beg for my cock,' whore, he croons, and your back scratches against wall he holds you against.

'please, please-barty-shit...' you moan. you feel dizzy, and your orgasm so on the edge consumes you from within and you babble incoherent words. he laughs, and there's a cruel mirth behind his voice.

your pussy walls, flutter around his cock, and he pounds into you, rocks into you and with each thrust, your slickness welcomes him, and it consumes you and him both. your clit rubs deliciously on his torso and simultaneously, his cock hits your sweet spot. your throat rips out a fetishized moan and you're breaking apart on his cock, while he's chasing his own release. your orgasm clutches his cock so tight, he resents the force on your own throat, and menacingly you wonder how he's not suffocated you to death yet.

'st-stop-' you beg, but he doesn't acknowledge you. he's chasing his own release, and the way you grip him drives him into a high of insanity.

'oh? is this too much for this poor cunt?' he mocks-and before the either of you know it, he's painting the walls of your abused cunt with his cum. it's filthy, his cum dripping onto the floor of his apartment from your used hole. you unwrap your shaking legs from his waist, and he lets go off your throat. you cough and splutter, taking in heavy breaths as he makes you kneel on the floor. he sits beside you, holding your hair while you struggle with your breathes.

[t1oui]

soft jarty. just

barty being the only one who can get james to sleep in bc james can’t say no to cuddles

lots of forehead & nose kisses

barty wearing james’s jumpers, especially during quidditch matches

going on double dates w/ lily and evan (i love them and they need more attention)

doing piercings for each other

on that note, tattooing each other as well

james is taller than barty!! i will die on this hill

being completely able to fill each others' needs if yk what i mean...

holding hands when studying together, even if they're not talking

(james is right-handed and barty is ambidextrous which means they can hold hands when they're doing homework too :))

playing seeker's games together

making blanket forts in the gryffindor/slytherin common rooms

they're both loud, obnoxious people, but when they're together they're pretty quiet. they can just rest w each other

barty and marlene are a terrifying duo but james is so lovesick he somehow doesn't realize (all his friends are losing it)

something about james having a crystal collection and leaving barty crystals for good luck

barty insisting on james giving him piggyback rides all over the castle

resting their chins on each others' shoulders whenever they're close enough to do so

barty doesn't like falling asleep anywhere but his dorm room, but he can always take a nap on james

james, barty, evan, and lily getting together to do makeovers (this is when barty gets his hair dyed)

(maybe genderqueer james exploring himself/themself more during these)

probably some form of a t4t couple

(combination of trans & genderqueer, i just know these two aren't cis4cis)

sleepovers almost every night, their roommates are used to it atp

insecure barty + body worshiper james

james's parents love barty

they like making silly little crafts for each other... they both have like 30 different bracelets with things like "i love you" and "you're cute" written on them in beads

they like to draw on each other. not a day goes by without james having "property of barty crouch jr" written somewhere on him (barty has "property of jfp" written on him somewhere too, but it's not somewhere most people can see)

(they eventually get the phrases tattooed in each others' handwriting)

i'm going to end it here but SOFT JARTY

[loca4moony]

Six months

Hi! Like a month ago I watched a tiktok of a reddit story of a gf that didn't want his bf to support his bff through a rough time and I thought it was insane, so I decided to use that concept, but with actual support. I'm very excited about this one bc I tried something new for me (hurt-comfort and not relationship-centered) and I really liked the end result. I have more ideas to explore this or continue it. As always, you're more than welcome to request fics (please do!) because sometimes I need outer sources of inspiration. Also, I'm so sorry if I've made spelling or grammar mistakes, English is not my first language!

Pre-established Barty Crouch Jr. x reader | 1.4k words

The one with Evan and Pandora panicking and the group supporting them.

CW: hurt-comfort / overthinking and signs of anxiety / a relative leaving for a period of time / Barty, Evan and Pandora can relate to desperation and we love them for it / like one or two cusswords / me loving Pandora very much / Barty being lovely.

Masterlist <3

A phone ringing in the middle of the night is one of the scariest things that can possibly happen to someone. The mental checklist of who it could be or what could have happened is inevitable. Barty is here and safe. Was someone in the hospital wing? No, I don’t think so. Was everyone okay during dinner? I didn’t see anything different. Could it be my parents? What if-.

“Hello?” Barty cut the train of thought when he mumbled groggily and put the call on speaker. After repeating himself two times and only being answered with sobs, he checked who was calling. “Ev? Is everything alright?” Nothing. “Evan? What's going on?” he pressed.

“She's leaving, Barty.” Evan sounded like a kid who just lost his favourite toy and will never get it back. 

“What? Who is leaving? Did you have a nightmare?” Barty pushed, his protective side shining through. “Relax, love, he’s getting there. Don’t pressure him.” You said as calmly  and sweetly as you could manage.

“Oh my god, I woke you both up. I’m so sorry. Of course I was going to wake you both up, I’m so stupid. Go back to sleep.” Guilt was laced in Evan’s words. 

“Rosier, can you stop apologizing and explain yourself? Or so help me, Salazar, I will go to your room and kick your arse.” Anyone who knew Barty would know immediately that wasn’t real but the desperation was.  

“Pandora. She got the scholarship, her letter got lost and they just told her. She’s leaving tomorrow at 3 p.m.”

“What?” you both said at the same time.

“Yes, for six months. What am I gonna do, Barty? Panda is leaving for six months. Six—a whole half year without her. I’ve never been away from her that much time. What if she hates it? What if people think she’s weird and hate her for it?” Evan paused like something clicked in his head “I won’t be able to defend her, she might get hurt!”

“Rosier, breathe. You’re gonna faint.”

“Evan, sweetie, are you alone?” You chime in the most ‘mom voice’ you can muster.

“Yes,” it broke your heart how broken and little he sounded.

“Why don’t you come sleep here then? I can leave you boys the room to yourselves. Maybe Panda is still up; I can go and help her if she needs anything. That way you know someone is helping and taking care of her while you process this and, hopefully, get some sleep. How does that sound?”

“Are-are you serious?” You could tell by his voice that was exactly what he needed. 

“No silly, Sirius is Regulus’ brother. Hurry up because Barty does not like to sleep alone and he gets really cranky if nobody is lying next to him.”

“C’mon, Rosie. You heard the lady, get your ass over here.”

Ten minutes after you hung up, when you were about to leave, you heard a knock on the door. You greeted Evan with a hug and Barty did the same. “Ev, I left you a pair of fuzzy socks warming up over there, a blanket and your favourite tea ready for you to boil. If you guys need anything, except calm Barty down from a temper tantrum, he’s your problem now Evan, you call me, okay?” At that, Evan looked lost like he wasn’t expecting to be taken care of, but he thanked you anyway. You didn’t miss the slight tremble of his hands or the tears in his eyes, but decided not to mention it. Instead you gave him another hug and ushered him out of the freezing halls and into the warm room. 

Barty walked to the door to kiss you goodbye for the twelfth time in the last three minutes. Once more, he made absolutely sure–just to be safe–that you were okay walking alone all the way over to Pandora’s room (it was a five-minute walk, of course you were okay).

When you got to Panda’s door, your phone lit up with a message from Barty that read: “Thank you for taking such good care of him, he doesn’t know how to say it but he really appreciates it. He hasn’t stopped telling me that you’re great and what am I doing with my life that I haven’t married you already. Love you, treasure”. You responded: “Tell him that we're here for him for whatever he needs because we love him. And also, that he's right. I don't know either what you're doing with your life that you haven't married me already jk. Love you, too”.

As soon as you knock three times, the door opens to reveal a very out-of-control Pandora. This was so not like her. You couldn’t move for a second, your lovely, quirky and go-with-the-flow friend was not going with the flow, but going to be bald if she kept pulling and running her hands on her head like that. “I don’t know what to do,” she barely got the words out. She didn’t look ethereal as usual, but broken, confused and was that guilt in her eyes?

“It’s okay sweetie, nobody expects you to. Why don’t we try to relax for a second and then we can think of a plan? How does that sound?” Pandora didn’t let one second pass after your last sentence and just threw herself to your already awaiting arms. “Does Evan hate me?” Her voice sounded just like his had just some minutes before on the phone, full of pain and childlike, “This is my dream…but I don’t want it if it makes me lose him. Oh my god, I have to say no, I can’t lose my brother”. At that you take her head very carefully and lovingly from your shoulder and stroke her cheeks with your thumbs to hopefully stop the overthinking. “Sweetheart, is there really something that you could do to lose him? You could kill somebody for all I know that he would help you hide the body and defend you from anyone that dares to accuse you of such a thing.” A tiny smile forms on her lips at that, she knows it’s true “He could never hate you for fulfilling your dream, of course he’s gonna miss you, we all are, but he has and always will be your number-one supporter. I’m sure he’s already ordering ‘My sister is a genius and yours isn’t’ t-shirts, if he does, please tell him I want one that says ‘my friend’ instead of ‘my sister’ and I want mine with a picture of your face on it, okay? My point is: we have to get you ready and pack so you can go, humiliate everyone with your knowledge and come back to us, your proud and annoying family”. You cleaned her tears, pecked her on the cheek and took her to the wardrobe to finish the bags. 

In the morning Evan, Barty, Regulus and Dorcas found you asleep with the packed luggage on the foot of the bed, woke you up with breakfast and rushed you out the door. In the blink of an eye, all five of you were watching Pandora on the train waving your final goodbyes, throwing her kisses and shouting your pride. Cassie and Reg had even made themselves ‘Pandora merch’, as they liked to call it, with a ‘PANDORA IS BETTER THAN YOU’ and ‘HOT GIRLS GET SCHOLARSHIPS (like Pandora)’. Once the train left, the moment you’ve been expecting since you saw their outfits finally came, “Seriously? You couldn’t have told us? Or made one for us, too? You made it look like you love Fairy more than us?” Barty had been calling Pandora ‘Fairy’ since they were kids because when they first met, at 11 years old, he thought she was an actual fairy and asked her for a wish. He had even brought her to Evan saying he “found a fairy in the woods so now they could make friends with her and get everything they ever wanted”, let’s just say that Evan laughed at him for a whole year and the nickname stuck.

“Well, maybe we do”

“Fuck off, Meadowes” He wanted to sound angry, but the thought of his sister being so loved kept bringing a smile to Evan’s face.

Those would be six very long months, but none of you could be any prouder of her.

Thank you so much for reading <3

[lexithwrites]

moonwater but its (trans) regulus frist time

so in the moonwater fic i wanna write regulus is a virgin so i wont write an entire scene as fingers crossed i'll write it in that haha but i do have headcanons i wanna share okay okay (nsfw below):

regulus isn't really a dating person, like he has crushes and likes being the mysterious hot guy but he's too chicken shit to actually flirt with anybody lmao so he's never slept with anyone, only kissed people (mostly his friends aka mostly barty) at parties or for dares and stuff

remus on the other hand is the guy who wants to find the love of his life, he's a secret romantic and loves with his whole heart, but he's only dated maybe four people so far, so that's his experiance, he becomes a master at one person then has to relearn another and he just wants to be with one person forever ya know

i can picture them both talking about their experiances in the way of remus telling reg that he hasn't really been with someone that's wanted him to feel pleasure, like people tried but no one really bothered too hard compared to him who always put in 110% every time

reg wants that BAD

he wants someone obsessed with him, that makes him feel comfortable and wants him to want them back, he wants to touch and learn and taste and feel and he wants it with remus

so when they do eventually get together he's excited but then he's like oh fuck we're a couple i have to DO things he gets nervous

remus doesn't expect sex,,,,ever, he isn't asexual exactly but sex isn't that big of a deal to him, he's used to the other person wanting it more so he's just happy to be with reg whilst poor regulus is having a crisis over when they need to have sex

it starts slow, touching each other's skin and just exploring, they're sweet and giggly and just taking in the fact they're together and it's sparks flying and they've both never felt this kind of connection before

basically, not only are they deeply in love, but they are so desperatley horny for each other and neither of them know how to express it

remus makes the first move and knows reg is trans, he truly doesn't care because he's had experiance with both kinds of genitals, he just wants to make reg feel as good as possible, and the first time he goes down on him it's in his bed at night and regulus has to desperatley cover his mouth because it feels so fucking good he's shaking

like no amount of touching himself will compare to remus' tongue and fingers on and inside him like,,,it's pure ecstasy

and reg is addicted after that he's dragging remus off to the black family library to make out and grind against each other and he touches remus but remus is still really nervous about finally being touched but one night they're out in the garden and regulus asks if he can just jerk him off, blowing is a lot for him since he's never done it, and remus is a MESS bro he's had handjobs before but regulus is curious and watching his every reaction and using it to learn and remus cums so hard he almost passes out

once again, both become obsessed with touch

their actual first time is silly and sweet, they're alone for once, no family or friends to possibly walk in on them, and they take their fucking time

it's hours of foreplay and smiles and nervous breathes and then remus is putting a condom on and regulus is clenching his fists but remus kisses him so softly that he melts, he tells him they can stop at any time, that if it hurts they wont do it again until regulus is ready, and so he pushes in and of course it feels weird, it kinda hurts a little as the stretch is a lot, but then remus is moaning in his ear and kissing his neck and telling him how gorgeous he is in the moonlight and regulus starts to feel it

remus goes DEEP and thats what reg figures out he likes, not girth but depth (and he's correct) so he starts begging remus to go deeper and just rock inside him and he's hiccuping out these noises that drive remus insane

then reg gets confident and asks to go on top and they're both done for basically, it gets them both off from just staring into the others eyes and panting and moaning together and when they both cum they just laugh and smile together because all of those nerves for this amazing moment????

so fucking worth it