#that was Barty when he walked into the dorm room that night

[bri-cheeses]

Evan who had an slight emotional breakdown because he had been having a horrible day and then saw Barty making out with someone random and just couldn’t deal with that in the moment, so he went up to his dorm (which, thankfully, was empty) and impulsively pierced his ears. And not just one time, no—he gave himself doubles. When Barty came up to the dorm that night, he too had a slight breakdown—although his had lot less to do with having a bad day and a lot more to do with the way Evan looked with earrings.

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I feel like poly!marauders would have s very funny debate around group halloween costumes. Lots of Sirius being dramatic and James pouting. Only for reader to do a couples costume with Barty.

Love your writing!

hahaha aweee poor boys

poly!marauders x fem!reader who isn't matching with them on Halloween [576 words]

CW: ....none I don't think? the boys' theatrics? a prank? pouting?

“For the last time, Sirius, no.” Remus groaned, earning him a disbelieving scoff from Sirius and a whine from James.

“But why, Moons? It’s perfect.” 

“It’s not perfect, it’s ridiculous.” 

“It’s whimsical.” James interjected.

“It’s embarrassing.” 

“Halloween costumes are supposed to be a little embarrassing!” Sirius argued, earning him a head tilt from James.

“Well, now, I don’t think they’re supposed to be embarrassing. Maybe…funny? Quirky?”

“I don’t care what they’re supposed to be, we are not dressing up as the big bad wolf and the three little pigs.” Remus declared with an air of finality, causing Sirius to deflate rather spectacularly. 

“Well what do you suggest we dress up as, then?” He muttered just as you entered their dorm. 

“Uh oh. Why’s Sirius got his pouting face on?” You commented as you pulled off your school robes. Sirius turned his pout towards you and gave you his best puppy dog eyes.

“Moons is being s’mean to me.”

You made a sympathetic cooing sound that had Remus rolling his eyes before you took Sirius’ face between your hands and kissed his pouting lips. 

As you pulled your lips away but not your face, you whispered to your grumpy boyfriend. “Was he being mean to you, or did he just say no?” 

Sirius balked at you as Remus let out an inelegant snort and James’ laughter bounced off the stone walls of their shared dorm. 

“You know what? Fine, screw all of you. I’m going to wear whatever the hell I want and you all will just have to figure out your own costumes.” Sirius huffed as he pretended to turn away from you, only for him to fold the second you started to walk away and pull you into his lap. 

“Wait, wait. You guys haven’t figured out your costumes yet?” You asked in disbelief, clearly wondering how the three of them could put so much thought and planning into their pranks and mischief, yet completely fumble Halloween. 

“Well…no?” Remus asked as James blurted “what do you mean you guys?” 

“Guys, I’ve had my costume planned for weeks!” 

“Weeks?” Remus parotted. 

“Weeks.” You insisted. 

“But…” James started helplessly. “I…I thought we were going to match?” 

You looked somewhat sympathetic for him, but grimaced at your admission. “Someone else asked first, bubs.”

“You’re matching someone else?!” Sirius shrieked as he all but threw you off his lap so he could look at you. 

“Oh for Merlin- yes.” 

“Who?” The three boys chorused with varying levels of theatrics. 

And the next night, one could find three pouting marauders sitting dejectedly in the Gryffindor common room dressed as the three blind mice under the suggestion of their girlfriend. Their girlfriend, who was currently wearing matching costumes with Barty Crouch Junior - a pirate and his Treasure. 

Remus might’ve found it in him to be a little more miffed about it if you hadn’t looked so sodding good in gold and bedazzled all to hell. 

“Note to self,” James muttered defeatedly, “spend less time planning the Halloween prank and more time on the Halloween costume next year.” 

The end of his sentence was punctuated by screaming when the multiple 12 foot skeletons lining the room started walking on their own accord. 

It was way less funny than they had imagined it would be when Barty threw “his booty” over his shoulder and took off out of the portrait hole. 

“Duly noted.” Sirius sighed as he took another swig of his drink.

[my-castles-crumbling]

losing - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 352 - NSFW but not explicit

"Alright. What's your most recent fantasy?" Regulus asked, grinning mischievously, as he stared at Barty like a predator hunting his prey.

Evan personally thought Barty deserved it. After daring Regulus to sneak into Potter's Quidditch locker and steal a pair of his pants, the other boy was clearly out to get him. Picking 'truth' had been a cowardly move. And it wasn't even that bad of a question.

But Barty was clearly fighting a losing battle against the Veritaserum coursing through his body, because after a moment, he burst out, voice quick and toneless, "I had a fantasy the other night that Rosie came into my bed and we started snogging and then-"

And he stopped, cut off by Pandora's had clapped over his mouth.

But the damage was done. Barty, wide-eyed and red-faced, stared at Evan, who was still processing the words. What they meant, what he thought about it, what he should say. He knew what he wanted, of course, but...

And then, making up his mind quickly, he stood, grabbing Barty's hand and dragging him up he stairs.

"Ev, I-" Barty tried to talk as they walked, a terrified look on his face, but Evan had a single thought in his mind.

"Shhh."

"Evan, I-"

"Quiet."

And it was a good thing he listened, because as soon as they got to their dorm room, Evan turned him around and slammed him into the wall, connecting their mouths roughly, combing his fingers through Barty's hair and pulling hard.

"Fuck, Rosie," Barty gasped when they pulled apart, a maniacal grin on his face, only to reach forward and bite at Evan's lip. "You, too?"

"Yes," Evan groaned, connecting their lips again, grabbing and scratching at Barty's skin as he went, wanting to devour the boy as much as possible.

And when they pulled back again after a while, gasping for air, both of them looking disheveled and kiss-bitten, Evan began to unbutton Barty's long shirt, smirking at the other boy. "So. What happened next in your fantasy?"

And Barty grinned back, eyes wide and with excitement. "Bet you'll never guess, Rosie."

[nightsmarish]

HELLO! Could I request a wolfstar x reader where the reader is really into makeup and maybe the boys love watching her do her makeup or Sirius want her to do his or they’re shocked by the prices of it haha idk just some things I thought were cute!! <3333

Poly!wolfstar x reader (Remus Lupin x Reader x Sirius Black) | 400+ words

A/n: I am so sorry this is so short. i see the boys as both wearing makeup frome time-to-time (siri more), so I wrote r doing Sirius' makeup before a party. Also a lil bonus at the end. And since reader wasn't specified as fem, I tried to keep it relatively gender neutral.

Tw: Sirius is mentioned as drunk, barty mentioned, Remus is a pathetically in love man

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚⋆.˚

When Remus walks through the door of the dorm room he shares with three of his friends (one of which is his boyfriend), he didn't expect to see you already there. 

Sat with Sirius (on Sirius' lap) on his bed. Two separate make-up bags with multitudes of products now splayed out.

The lycan walks to his own bed, next to Sirius' and drops his book bag down, catch both your attention.

"Hi, moony." You talk for the two of you, the hand you have on his jaw making it impossible for Sirius to talk. This is probably the quietest he has been the past month, not wanting to mess up any of your hard work. When you look over your shoulder at the taller boy, Remus notices the make-up you have on, likely done by Sirius. Considering how similar it is to what the boy often does on himself for parties. 

"Hello, dovey. Having fun?" The corner of his lips quirk up, looking from you to Sirius.

"Mhmm, I am." You turn back to your project on his face, liquid eyeliner in one hand, as you draw the smallest stars you can manage on his face. 

Remus can tell your shared boyfriend is having fun too. His hands on your hip rubbing small shapes as he looks up at you like your one of his most prized possessions. 

"Did Sirius do your make-up?" He takes a seat on Sirius' bed as well, favoring the area near the headboard where he can lean back and admire the both of you.

"Yes! Isn't it pretty?" You turn to him again, as if said boy isn't even there, showing Remus the make-up he did. And honestly, Remus thinks Sirius might be into that.

"It is, he did a very good job."

"Now, stop interrupting my work." Your smile never leaves as you continue doing Sirius make-up, and inadvertently making both boys melt even more.

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The work the two of you put in doesn't go unnoticed by others. Both having put on glitter before leaving to the part in the Ravenclaw tower, the enchanted lights have been reflecting colors off of you all night.

And despite the fact Remus has had to stop you and Barty from climbing banisters and convince Sirius to keep his damn pants on after too many drinks, he is so in love with you two. 

[morwap]

𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐍.

regulus black x fem!reader x evan rosier

smut

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sub!regulus, dom!evan, switch!reader, threesome, evan and reg are in the same year as the marauders, praise and degrading, oral m! & f!receiving, p in v, unprotected sex,

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evan rosier and regulus black.

the two names that have seemed to never leave your brain since the beginning of 8th year. two people you were never supposed to get involved with nor did you think youd ever even talk to without it being harsh words or hex’s but here you were having feelings for and relations with them.

evans dirty blonde curls and regulus’ grey eyes never seemed to leave your mind just like your frame and scent never left theirs, but at least they could express their feelings and needs with each other and you were stuck with inner monologues and your hand to satisfy yourself til the right time came.

one thing you all had in common was your friends hating the other person. evan had gotten more irritable and his patience was wearing thin when Mulciber or barty talked about you and regulus had to stop evan from lashing out at them and starting something that would be hell to finish, it was almost the same with your friends, james’ passive aggressive comments about regulus made you want to put him in his place but you refrained and remus and peter’s comments on evan made your blood boil as they talked shit about something they actually had no idea about.

sirius was a big factor, you knew hed be hurt if he found out you were fucking his brother and his brothers best friend behind his back but you never meant to get tangled up in regulus’ and evans web. the more you thought about it a lot of your friends would be disappointed so maybe that should’ve told you to cut it off after the first time but it was like a drug, the more you tried to stay away the more your want and need for it grew and eventually you gave in.

your bracelet vibrated once more, it was a gift from both of them to help make communicating better.

the three of you finally met up in the prefect bathroom durning dinner one night, regulus happily told you that him and evan were staying an extra day before going home for the break and that you should try so you all could spend time together before leaving.

and now here you were, almost everyone was gone for winter break and you were one of the few gryffindors left but there was just one problem, remus, remus fucking lupin had also decided to stay an extra day because he had been helping ms pince in the library. knowing remus he had the map, and would defiantly check it he if thought you were acting weird.

watching remus from your seat next to the fire, waiting for him to say he was gonna nap or walk around or go to the library, hoping and praying that he would say something like that so you could leave and get to evan and regulus’ dorm as fast as you could. your bracelet buzzed against your skin once more, you already knew which one was trying to give you the green light as to come to them.

normally it was evan, who only buzzed it once and then a second time if you were really really late; but today it was regulus, the constant buzzing at random times indicated that. you’d tease him about it since it seemed as if he couldn’t wait, you could imagine him mumbling the spell on the bracelet they had and waiting for you to show up at the speed of light and then doing it over and over when you were taking your time to get there.

jumping a little when remus coughed and got up and stretched. “i gotta go to the library, wanna meet up and walk to dinner together later?” remus asked, grabbing his wand and book then fixing his shirt while waiting for you to answer.

you nodded, “yeah ill come up to the library so you dont have to walk all the way over to get me” you said and smiled at him. remus nodded and left the common room.

muttering the spell towards the bracelet to let them know you were on your way. waiting a bit so you knew remus was far away before leaving the common room.

the bracelet buzzing again, making you smile and think about how to tease regulus about it in a bit. turning the corner as you kept looking around for any other people but luckily there was no one around.

evan was waiting for you beside slytherin common room, you watched him play with his sleeve before he looked up and saw you.

crossing his arms with a smile on his face as you got closer then reaching out and pulling you to him.

lips already going at each other and hands roaming and gripping at clothing and skin, hungry and needy for each other from being away for so long. the amount of glances and fantasizing while looking at the other person was gone and replaced with what you both desired, the real fucking thing.

pulling away to catch your breath, hands rubbing against his chest as your back was now up against the cold stone.

“you have no idea how much we missed you” evan whispered, his lips coming back to yours for a quick kiss before pulling away and resting his forehead against yours.

“i think i know by how many times hes buzzed me” you quipped, and evan instantly laughed and shook his head.

“i told him to quit, that you’d be here when you’d get here but hes basically cumming in his pants at anything that has to do with you” evan said, the happy tone in his voice made your heart flutter. you giggled and mumbled the spell to the bracelet, sending two buzzes to let him know you were and it buzzed back almost instantly which made you and evan bust out laughing.

“well, lets not leave him waiting” you laughed and took evans hand, pulling him towards the common room door. evan said the password and looked around to see if the common room had anyone in it, luckily no one was in there.

evan guided you to their dorm, all their dorm mates were gone leaving it the perfect spot.

regulus’ leg bounced up and down, he was excited to see you and get off since evan had been denying him since the night they found out they were staying too, no matter how hard regulus begged for evan to touch him or if he wanted to touch himself the answer was “no, you’ll thank me later” and regulus knew he probably would.

evan snuck you into the room, making sure no one would see you in case they just showed up out of nowhere. regulus jumped up when he heard the door click open. a smile coming onto his face almost instantly.

seeing them used to be awkward but now it was just like hanging out with your friends but so much more intimate, you wished you could be around them all the time which is crazy now since almost a year ago you didn’t like them and they did not like you.

the transition from seeing you again to already getting intimate was smooth and quick, it didn't feel forced like you were just there to have sex with them and then leave, it was loving and like you all had come home from a date together.

you sat on the side of evans bed, regulus was on his knees taking your pajama bottoms off, you could see his hard on in his pants.

“reggie you’re already hard, we’ve barely even started” you teased, regulus whined a bit at you pointing it out, he was aching, had been since he knew today was the day you were coming.

“told you he was practically cumming in his pants” evan quipped as he unbuttoned his shirt.

“I wouldn't be if you had let me cum” regulus snapped back, making evan laugh. you smiled then pouted at regulus.

“he’s so mean isn’t he, i’ll make sure you cum tonight baby” you said to him as you took the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and off him. regulus had scars, not at many as sirius and definitely not as many as remus. he told you about them once, one day on the astronomy tower late into the night.

“thank you” regulus mumbled and side eyed evan. you took off your shirt and looked at evan, he was undoing his pants.

“how about you show her how thankful you really are” evan said with a smirk, regulus looked up at you.

“can i?” he asked, you nodded your head and regulus’ hands went to your panties and pulled them down quickly.

“good boy” evan praises him, your hand went to evans cock which was covered by his boxers. regulus kissed your thighs a few times before licking your slit.

regulus moved your leg over his shoulder, his tongue getting faster as you were getting more turned on. evan leaned down to kiss you, his hand going to your jaw.

you moaned as evan kissed you, regulus’ tongue was lapping at your clit quickly. evans grip on your jaw held you where he wanted you, you continued to touch evans cock.

you pulled down his boxers, he was as hard as regulus now, you broke the kiss and brought your hand to your mouth and spit before stroking his cock.

evan groaned and rolled his head back, you focused on his tip then started stroking him from his base to his tip over and over.

regulus pressed kisses on your clit before sucking then moving down to your entrance. he spread you apart with his fingers, his cock straining in his boxers made him think about touching himself but he wanted to be good for both of you.

“you’re doing so good reggie” you moaned, evan grinned and watched regulus.

a few minutes later you were struggling to keep your hand going, you were so close to cumming, evan knew it and so did regulus, reggie was going faster.

“i think that's enough reg, i think its her turn to make you feel good” evan said, regulus whined and pulled away from you.

regulus leaned up and locked your lips with his, evan started moving his hips while you kept stroking him. regulus pushed himself against his boxers, he was trying so hard to be good.

evan watched you two, his hand moving down to yours, he guided you— making your touches on him more firm. your other hand snaked down into regulus’ boxers and once he felt your soft hand grasping his cock his body shivered and pushed into you.

you could hear evan laugh softly. you smiled as you teased regulus, making him shudder and break the kiss multiple times.

regulus broke the kiss and rested his forehead on your shoulder.

“please—please, keep touching me— i'm almost there” regulus begged, his eyes were closed tightly and he pressed more into you.

you glanced at evan, silently asking for permission.

evan grabbed regulus by his hair gently, pulling his head back to look at him.

“why would you want to cum in her hand when i was gonna let you cum in her” evan asked, cocking his head slightly and furrowing his brows. you stopped touching regulus, pulling your hand out of his boxers.

“what do you wanna do reggie?” you asked him, placing a kiss on his neck.

regulus lets out a sigh, “i wanna cum in you” he says with a nod.

evan let go of regulus’ hair, your hand dropped from evan as he took a step back and walked to the other side of the bed.

“lay down regulus” he commanded, regulus moved from you and got onto the bed, you turned to watch them.

evan guided regulus onto his back, moving his head to hang off the edge of the bed a bit. your hand moved to regulus’ thigh, rubbing up and down and inching closer to his boxers.

you moved closer to regulus, now hooking your fingers on his waist band.

“you remember don’t you? tap my thigh three times for me to stop” evan reminded him, regulus nodded and hummed in agreement, you and regulus made eye contact as you pulled his boxers down to his mid thigh.

“i love you” you mouthed to him, his face went a bit red before he mouthed it back.

evan smiled as you moved to straddle regulus. he leaned towards you, locking your lips with his for a few moments.

he pulled back, “are you ready?” he whispered softly.

“more than ready” you said, pressing one last kiss on his lips before sinking down onto regulus’ cock.

a sigh came from both of you, you hadn’t had him in so long and it just feels so right. regulus was covered in goosebumps, the feeling of you around him felt so good.

evan tapped regulus’ mouth with his cock. “open your mouth baby” he instructed. evan’s cock glided into regulus’ mouth smoothly, regulus was basically trained to take evan, you three just started and regulus was practically deep throating him.

regulus’ eyes closed and he moved one hand to evan’s thigh and the other to yours. you could see the outline of evan’s cock in regulus’ throat which made you wetter. you started moving your body up and down, trying to find the right spot where your clit would make contact with his pubic area.

“you’re doing so good reggie, being so good for us” you praised, your hand rested on his ribs and the other on the bed. evan could feel regulus whimper, the vibrations took some air from him.

“he really liked that” evan groaned out as he fucked regulus’ mouth faster. you could hear noises coming from regulus as he took evans cock, his nails digging into the skin of your thigh.

you threw your head back as you found the right spot, your clit dragging on his skin and his cock hitting your sweet spot. evan watched you, he missed you so much and was so relieved there was time for you three to be together, he didn’t care if you three just sat in silence, he just wanted to be with you and regulus.

“you’re so pretty darling” evan moaned, his hand grasping your neck gently, you smiled at him and leaned closer to him. your head was still a little tilted back and evan bent to meet you halfway. a sloppy kiss broke out between you two, you tried to keep up but with the friction on your clit it was getting harder to keep a clear head.

evan kept his thrusts at a good pace with a few stops in between so regulus could get a breath, he could feel every moan and whimper regulus produced.

you pulled at evans lip with your teeth teasingly.

“i love you” you whispered into the kiss and evan moaned it back.

you gasped when you felt regulus cum inside you, painting your insides with his cum. your cunt basically milked him, it started to run down out of you and onto the part of his shaft that was exposed and down his balls.

reggie was trembling, you could feel it. Now the knot in your stomach was getting tighter, regulus’ hand was gripping your thigh harsher.

you muttered cuss words as you tried to chase your climax, you were close, so close you could feel the beginning of it. you twisted the bed sheets in your fist as you tried to keep the friction on your sensitive clit up.

evan pressed his lips to your forehead, you watched evan’s dick move in regulus’ throat. you knew you were probably overstimulating reggie.

you clenched around his cock which made regulus whine.

you moaned as you clenched harder, you tried to keep moving as you came, trying to get as much stimulation as possible, your muscles tensed up and your abdomen trembled.

evan was soon to follow, his breathing getting quicker as he could barely stand any more stimulation from regulus. his cum shooting down regulus’ throat, he could feel regulus swallowing everything he gave him and once he was empty evan pulled out of regulus’ mouth.

Regulus took in a few deep breaths and coughed a few times. you gently laid on regulus, your head resting on his chest, his cock still in your cunt. regulus’ hand came to your back, tracing shapes on your skin.

“you took me so good reggie, i’m so proud of you baby” evan praised, leaning down to kiss regulus’ forehead.

you hummed in agreement with evan, “we’re both so proud of you” you added. regulus smiled and mumbled a ‘thank you,’ you felt evan place a hand on your head, ruffling your hair.

“you alright darling?” he asked, you smiled and nodded.

“just perfect” you responded.

[static-radio-ao3]

@jegulus-microfic // march 26 // prompt: transfiguration // words: 1100 // cw: some blood and a minor wound (but it's v cute + fluffy)

“How did this happen again?” Sirius asks as he dabs at the cut along the palm of Regulus’ hand. The cloth stings, despite Sirius’ best attempts to be gentle.

“Just got a strong grip,” Regulus mumbles. His eyes flit around the room, catching on the gaudy red drapery and the mess of clothes scattered on every spare surface.

“Uhu, sure.” Sirius doesn’t look away from what he’s doing, carefully cleaning the wound. “But really?”

It’s not the first time something like this has happened. It has actually been a pretty common occurrence this past year. Summer had done James good and Regulus had a hard time not noticing it.

A few weeks ago, during Transfiguration, Regulus had accidentally made the windows explode when James walked in to drop off a note for professor McGonagall.

He’d sent Regulus a small smile on his way out and it immediately made Regulus' heart trip and the windows burst. James had been so brave about it too, sheltering Regulus’ body with his own to keep any shards from falling on him. He still remembers the warmth of his cloak and the scent of his shampoo.

Not too long after that, James had passed him in the courtyard when he was messing around with Barty and Evan. A cheery call of “Hey, Regulus!” and his spell had slipped out of his control, hitting a few people with a relatively harmless stinging hex.

Today, Regulus had been sitting next to Sirius in the Grand Hall, not aware he was actually in James’ spot. When James slid onto the bench next to him, thighs pressing against each other and the heat of his body seeping though the fabric of is clothes, Regulus had accidentally made the cups of pumpkin juice shatter.

Unfortunately, he had been holding his own, which is why he is currently perched on the edge of Sirius’ bed as Sirius tries to heal the small cut on the palm of his hand.

“I keep…” Regulus puffs up his cheeks, considering his words. “I keep messing things up. When J— this guy walks into the room.”

“You have a crush?” Sirius asks, finally looking up from the task at hand to meet Regulus’ eye.

“Don’t say it out loud,” he hisses. Regulus has to resist the urge to clap his hand over Sirius’ mouth, never mind the fact that they’re alone in his dorm right now.

“Why?”

“It’s embarrassing!”

“It’s not embarrassing! I think it’s sweet! My little brother, all grown up.”

Sirius sounds fond. Proud. Warmth sparks behind Regulus’ ribs.

“M not little,” he huffs, but it lacks any real heat. He knows he’ll always be Sirius’ little brother.

Good thing it’s his favorite thing about himself.

The blood has been cleared away enough for Sirius to see the cut. It’s not deep, thankfully, so a simple mending spell should do the trick.

The feeling of the spell is pleasant on his skin, like dipping his hand into warm water, relief rushing over him.

As luck would have it, James chooses that exact moment to walk into the room. Regulus counts to ten in his head, an attempt to quell the magic that is coursing through his veins and desperate to burst from his fingertips.

James looks handsome like this, hair a bit messy from where he has been running his hand through it, glasses low on his nose. Regulus itches to push it back into place. His tie is a bit too loose to be acceptable, but he seems to get away with it every time. The golden details of his uniform compliment the hazel of his eyes and Regulus is at risk of swimming in them if he doesn’t look away.

“Reg, hey, are you okay?” He sounds breathless, like he ran up the stairs to get here. Regulus tries not to get his hopes up.

He coughs, just to make sure his voice is still there. “Yeah, just a cut. Sirius is fixing it.”

Neither Sirius nor Regulus mentions that they are used to patching each other up. More familiar with each other’s healing magic than they’d like to admit. They had spent long nights with books they’d borrowed from the Black family library, learning simple healing spells.

“Why not go see Pomfrey?”

Regulus ignores the indignant hey from Sirius and says, “She had her hands full already. But it’s fine. Sirius can—”

“Here, let me,” James says, nudging Sirius out of the way.

Sirius is about to protest when he catches sight of Regulus’ face, a slow blush crawling up his neck and blooming on his cheeks. Understanding sparks in Sirius’ eyes and a shit-eating grin forms on his face.

“Yeah, Prongs can take care of this. I have to head out anyway.”

Regulus tries to communicate to Sirius that he should absolutely not leave or Regulus might end up accidentally setting his bed on fire. Or on purpose. He’s not sure yet. But Sirius elects to ignore his warnings and shuts the door behind him with a wink.

James’ hands are warm. His palms are calloused from all those hours practicing Quidditch, but no less gentle in their prodding.

“Strong grip, huh?” James murmurs as he pokes at the tender skin on Regulus’ hand. There isn’t much to mend anymore, Sirius was basically done, but neither of them mentions it.

“Yeah, apparently.”

Regulus is thankful his voice doesn’t crack, but the heat in his face is persistent, straying up to the tips of his ears.

“Mh, maybe you should try out for the Slythering Quidditch team. I’d like to have some real competition on the pitch.”

“Maybe.”

“Then again, maybe you’ll be distracted enough to let me sneak by, or to set your team’s brooms on fire.”

Red blooms in Regulus’ face, almost brighter than the red on the walls. His embarrassment is short-lived though, because James is laughing fondly, hands still cradling Regulus’ own.

“You did it on purpose!” He accuses.

“Not on purpose, per se. I just wanted to test a theory,” he muses. A thumb strokes over the back of Regulus’ hand and goosebumps erupt on his skin. James hums, content. “I’m sorry, though. I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

Regulus huffs in annoyance, but it’s a show and they both know it.

“I really am sorry,” James says again, ducking his head so he can meet Regulus’ eye. One of his hands comes up to push a dark curl away from Regulus’ forehead. Then, it settles on the side of his face. In the quiet space between them, he murmurs “Let me kiss it better.”

[wisedelusionalmarshmallow]

@rosekillermicrofic, July 30th - Eyeliner, T, Word Count - 442

CW: underage drinking

Evan wasn’t big on parties. He would make an appearance, have a few drinks, then call it a night. You wouldn’t find him on the dance floor or with a partner upstairs; he would just stumble back to his dorm, slightly tipsy and exhausted.

Of course, all his friends had other ideas. Which is why he's sat himself on a couch in the common room, waiting.

After a good twenty minutes of waiting for them to show up, Evan decided to call it a night. He’s already had a White Rat whisky shot and was roped into trying some berry-flavored cocktails; all he wants to do is go to his dorm and sleep.

He places the glass down on the table and stands up from the couch he settled himself on for the night.

Then he falls right back down because he spots Barty.

Barty, his best friend, his ride or die, his long-time crush, was hot already. In the school uniform, out of the school uniform. When he looked half-asleep or when he was hyped on caffeine.

But Merlin must be tempting him tonight. Trying to give Evan a damn heart attack because in strolls Barty, looking like a dream.

He was wearing mesh– mesh and, wait, is that body glitter? Oh, fucking hell. And he’s already sweaty with how hot the common room is, and he’s walking straight over to the couch. Is that a belly button piercing? When the hell did he get that done? His nails are painted, and none of them have chipped yet. And oh. Eyeliner.

Barty. Was. Wearing. Eyeliner.

Evan snapped out of his trance, realizing that Barty was now right in front of him. He’d been staring for so long that he forgot that he was moving. Barty probably watched as Evan nearly drooled as he made his way towards him.

“Hey Rosie,” Barty smiles. Merlin, is that lip gloss too?

It was like everything had stopped working in Evan’s head. He couldn’t help it, though, not when Barty looked that good. Wait, how long has he been staring? Shit, he needs to respond. Uh um.

“Hot,” he breathes. “Wait, uh, hi, um. You look hot. Not just the word. Um.”

Barty smirks at Evan’s stuttering. “I saw you were getting a little bored. Mind if I join you?”

Getting up from the couch once more, Evan wipes his sweaty palms on his pants. “Yes. And by that, I mean, no. Like, I don’t mind—”

“Let’s save the words for after,” Barty teases, placing his hand on the small of Evan’s back as they head to the dance floor.

Nodding, Evan agrees. “Good idea.”

[mightbeimpossiblenotto]

Blue - Oct 13 - @rosekillermicrofic - 798 words - Warnings: none

Though he would never admit it to anyone, Barty was a little bit devastated to be sorted into Ravenclaw. He’d been hoping for Slytherin, of course — he expected Regulus and Evan to be in Slytherin, like the rest of their respective families. His name came first, though, and the Sorting Hat told him he was to be a Ravenclaw.

He supposed it made sense, in retrospect. He had always enjoyed learning, something for which his father used to credit him. His intelligence was the only thing his father ever complimented. Still, watching both Evan and Regulus get sorted into Slytherin together and get to sit at the same table during the welcoming feast had Barty feeling a little lonely. Luckily, Evan’s twin sister Pandora had been sorted into Ravenclaw with him, and she sat next to him for the meal.

As the years passed, Barty grew used to being a Ravenclaw, and he began to feel proud about his house. He still got to see Evan and Regulus all the time; it took him barely any time at all to goad one of them into giving him the Slytherin common room password. He enjoyed his fellow Ravenclaws more than he expected to, although most of that was due to Pandora’s influence. She made friends with people and introduced them to Barty, and then they became Barty’s friends too.

Evan and Barty started hooking up in year five. Regulus had made prefect, which meant he spent most evenings patrolling the halls with his fellow prefects, leaving Evan and Barty alone in the Slytherin dorms. It was unseasonably warm for the spring, despite them being in the dungeons, and Barty had taken off his robe and his tie, discarding both on the floor carelessly. He and Evan were supposed to be studying, but Barty didn’t want to focus and Evan kept getting distracted by something.

“What’s wrong, Evan?” Barty asked, reaching up to undo the top buttons of his school shirt. Evan’s eyes locked on his throat as the skin was revealed, and Barty smirked as he realized what was happening.

Afterwards, after Reg had come back to the dorm to kick Barty out, when Barty was walking dazedly back to his own dormitory, he realized that while he remembered to grab his discarded robe, he had forgotten to retrieve his tie. He shrugged it off; after all, he saw Evan and Reg every day. He also had multiple ties.

The following day, on his way to breakfast, Barty walked all the way down to the Slytherin dorms to wait for Regulus and Evan to be ready (they always took far longer than Barty ever did in the morning). He figured he could just ask one of them to go back for the tie he left, preferably Evan, because Regulus would ask too many questions about how he ended up leaving the tie behind in the first place. When the door to Slytherin finally opened, though, it was only Evan who came out.

“Hey, Barty,” he greeted, and he was still doing up his tie as he walked out into the dungeon hallway. And then he stepped close enough to Barty for him to see the details of the tie — and Barty’s brain blacked out for a hot second.

Evan was wearing his fucking tie. Blue and bronze complimented Evan’s skin tone so beautifully that for a moment Barty wondered why the Sorting Hat couldn’t have just put Evan in Ravenclaw so that they could all see the gorgeous tone of blue against Evan’s dark skin every single day. Barty had completely zoned out to focus only on Evan’s long fingers as the blue and bronze fabric slid through them, finally finishing and tightening the knot at the base of his throat.

“Barty?” Evan questioned, and Barty snapped his head back up to meet his eyes. Evan’s brows were furrowed in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

“Um,” Barty said ineloquently. “You’re, uh, wearing my tie. I left it behind last night.”

Evan’s eyes went comically wide, then he was ducking his chin all the way down to look at the tie around his neck. “Oh, Merlin, I am. Fuck. I’ll have to go back for another.”

Barty hated that idea — Evan should never fucking take it off. “Actually, I don’t think the professors will really notice. I didn’t, until you came close to me.”

Evan looked back at him through his lashes with a little smirk, and it was a struggle not to take him back to his dorm room to repeat what they had done last night. Barty wouldn’t be surprised to find out that Evan had planned this all along. “Okay, Bee,” Evan said, smoothing his hand over the blue tie. “I’ll keep it on, for you.”

[bowiesawizardmoony]

Regulus sits on the cold floor, whole body aching from how long he’s been there, but he had lost track of time. He started straight ahead at the mirror in front of him.

It had become almost a ritual for the last two weeks after he had found the mirror of erised. The same scene played every night. his head resting on james potters lap as james’ hand runs through his hairs and occasionally drops kisses on regulus’ face. sirius is also there with remus and peter and barty and evan and pandora and dorcas and they’re all just happy and getting along. sirius looks at him fondly in this mirror and not with his usual disdain. they were happy. they were all together. Regulus knew this was only a fantasy but he longed for the joy of all his friends and his brother. he longed for james and the love he wished they shared.

regulus didn’t know how long it had been, but he decided it was getting too late and he needed to go back to his dorm to sleep. he moved his aching body out of the room, resisting the urge to go back and stare at the mirror longer.

as he left the room he caught a quick glimmer of something out the corner of his eye still in the room. he turned around and shut the door back as he watched for the glimmer again.

“listen if anyone is here show yourself or you’re going to wish you’d never been born” regulus says to the seemingly empty room.

all at once, a sheepish james potter pulls his invisibly cloak off of him and stares down at the floor. regulus is immediately filled with anger and embarrassment.

“what the fuck are you doing here, potter! were you here the whole time?”

“listen reg i can explain!” james says quickly. “i saw you come in here a few nights ago and you looked upset so i may have followed you and stayed to make sure you were okay. but then i guess i just kept coming back because you did and i don’t really know why i kept coming back but to see you and make sure you were alright”

regulus was taken aback by james’ words. james cared enough about him to sit for possibly hours in silence just to make sure he was alright?? he couldn’t seem to wrap his head around it.

“why did you not say anything?”

james, again, looking sheepish, replied “i know you value your privacy and i was already invading it by being here but i thought it might be better if i left you alone so as not to make you more upset.”

regulus thoight about this for a moment, and while it was a sweet gesture he was still confused, but really it was too late to press it any farther. so instead he asks, “what do you see in the mirror?”

james was startled but the topic change, but steadfastly answered “i don’t know. i never look when i’m here. i’m usually just looking at you.”

reg tries, and fails, not to blush at james words. he walks over to him and drags him to the mirror. “go on. what do you see?”

james drags his gaze away from regulus and looks to the mirror. regulus sees his eyes go wide and then fills with understanding. james sits down on the ground and continues to gaze at the mirror before he turns back to regulus.

“i just see us. but you’re smiling. and you’re wearing my quidditch jumper.”

regulus not knowing what to say in rely simply sits back down next to james. “do you wanna stay for a while longer?” he says as he shoots james a small smile.

james’ face lights up with a smile. “yeah. i would love to.”



[florsial]

@bartylusmicrofic - Wish Also he/they and trans Regulus!

Caught up in the flow of studying, the common room opening didn’t register in Barty’s head until the sound of jewelry was being set on the table. 

Throwing himself away from the numerous notes and open books, he sees his boyfriend scowling, his brows pressed together, and his lips being bitten raw. Judging from the formal outfit, Barty could guess that Slughorn’s party didn’t go too well for his boyfriend. The heated look in his eyes was evident enough and Barty suddenly wished he had attended with Regulus.

“Still planning on attending the next one?” He asked as he closed his notebook and looked up at Regulus, accepting the fact that he probably wouldn’t be studying for the rest of the night. 

Twisting another bracelet off his wrist, Regulus replied, “I don’t know, I’ll see after I’ve cooled off.”

“You could skip the next one.”

“The meetings are good for my future,” Regulus makes a face at his own words, “I think.”

“Uh huh,” Barty hums, standing up from his seat. He doesn’t really believe that, after all, Regulus is as smart and talented as he is, and no, Barty isn’t being biased, it’s true. He’s been trying to top Regulus in their History of Magic class, but his boyfriend always manages to keep a firm grasp on the position of being the top of the class. Barty would be proud if he hadn’t been trying to beat Regulus for years, even before they had started dating.

And that is just the tip of his boyfriend’s intelligence.

He is broken from his thoughts when Regulus asks, “I need to get out of all this, can you help me?”

“Yeah, sure,” he replied, “let’s go.”

Truthfully speaking, Barty doesn’t understand why Regulus insists on wearing the traditional pure-blood clothing, he is pretty sure some students have turned up in less than formal wear. Also, Regulus complains often about how scratchy and tight everything is and the hair-dos. Always braided and pinned with pins that give Regulus a headache. He ought to convince his lover to tone down for the Slughorn’s parties.

When they get to their dorm, Evan is still not asleep, unsurprisingly. A single light emits from his wand, highlighting his wide eyes and unsettling expression as he reads the book of myths he always reads. He doesn’t spare them a glance as they make their way to the bathroom, but he does nod subtly without looking up.

“Hi, Ev,” Regulus greets casually as he passes by, snagging his silk pajamas from his bed.

When the bathroom door closes, Barty locks it as Regulus undoes the buttons and straps of his outfit. He leans against the door as he watches carefully and with adoration as his lover curses under their breath at the overly complex parts of their dress before fully stripping themselves from it, leaving Regulus only in the long undershirt and corset he stubbornly refuses to take off lest he becomes a hunchback like their mother fears. 

Barty tries not to make fun of him too much for that.

He walks over and takes a moment to admire the freckles sprinkled all over and a slight blush brushed over their collarbones and shoulders. As hands rest on their waist, Regulus turns around.

“Loosen the back, would you?”

“Of course.��

“Thank you.”

In the beginning, Barty was only ever vaguely familiar with the mechanics of a corset. He remembers his mother wearing it for some time before she started getting more ill and he’s never taken an interest in wearing one, unlike his father, they were too constricting for his liking. 

It wasn’t until he and Regulus grew closer did he learned to tighten or loosen the strings for there was nothing more intimate than hearing the way Regulus’ breath evens out with every string undone by Barty. Most, if not all the time, it would only ever be just the two of them in the bathroom, late in the night. After that, Barty would press soft kisses with his hands under Regulus’ long shirt carefully running over the smooth skin. They would stay like that for an undetermined amount of time before brushing their teeth and heading to bed, and this time, it was no different.

“I’ll go with you next time,” Barty said softly, trawling the string around his finger, “I promise.”

“You don’t have to,” Regulus replies, “you’re busy, and it’s not like Slughorn is your biggest fan either.”

“Even more reasons to,” Barty grins, “and what type of boyfriend would I be if I’m not there to defend your honor? There are too many snobby and entitled members, I have to scare them off.” 

“As if anyone is good enough for Blacks,” Regulus scoffs, the air of arrogance from birth prevalent around him.

“Lucius?”

“Narcissa wanted him, not the other way around.”

“How about me?”

“You know exactly why,” is Regulus’ settled reply after a couple seconds of silence.

“Tell me again,” Barty leans down and presses his lips to their shoulder, “I want to hear it again.” He mumbles against the freckled skin. He’s loosened the corset but Regulus has not yet taken off the garment, leaving him free to toy with the strings, twirling them around his finger in a comforting motion. 

His lover tells him. The same words again and again. The same words that Barty will never tire of. The same words that increase the hole in his heart that craves for more of what Regulus gives in love.

[samynnad102687]

Veritaserum

@struttingstag

May 24 prompt: veritaserum | Jegulus | 1811 words

CW: mention of past suicide attempt

James was feeling good. It was the last night before the Winter Holidays and naturally, the Gryffindors were throwing a party in Gryffindor Tower. He even convinced Regulus and the rest of his friend group to come to it, which made James smile even more than he did when he usually saw his boyfriend. The drinks were flowing and the music was blaring in all corners of the tower.

James was feeling bold since he was more than a little tipsy. Most everyone in Gryffindor knew about him and Regulus but they were still careful most of the time since you never knew who was going to show up at the party and Regulus was still in Slytherin, much to James' and Sirius' dismay. They would have rather he'd just stay in their dorm where they knew it was safe.

Regulus told James that he could take care of himself and James knew that but he still worried about him. It had gotten better though since they first started dating. When they first started, Regulus was still living with his parents and they ran the risk of anybody in Slytherin ratting them out if they weren't careful. James looked over at Regulus who was standing next to the drinks table with Barty and Evan. He knew he shouldn't but James couldn't help himself.

He walked over to the table, took Regulus' drink out of his hand, and handed it to Barty before dragging him to the dancefloor's centre. Regulus grumbled a little but let James do as he pleased nonetheless. James didn't know how long they had been dancing but Regulus had his head on James' chest as he wrapped his arms around his neck and played with the curls that hung down. That was until Sirius shouted and they both snapped their heads up to look in his direction.

"Alright, losers!" Sirius exclaimed as he stood up on the table. "Now that the younger years have gone to bed. It's time for the real fun to begin."

"What are you talking about?" Regulus scoffed before he buried his head in James' chest again.

"I'm so glad you asked, baby brother," Sirius announced with a bow and James could practically feel Regulus roll his eyes. "We're playing Truth or Dare but with Veritaserum because I know that some of you fuckers are fucking great liars and I want to know all the dirty, little secrets you've been hiding."

To say that Sirius was drunk was an understatement, especially since Remus was trying to pull him off the table and Sirius kept swatting him away. James had no problem with Truth or Dare. He just didn't know how deep the questions would go with how drunk Sirius and most of the others were at the moment, so he was just a tad bit worried. Not that he really had any secrets to tell anyway.

"I'm in!" Marlene shouted and that was all it took.

Everybody else in their little groups grumbled with their acceptance or agreed eagerly if they were Barty. They moved the table and chairs out of the way to make more room for everyone to sit in a giant circle, considering there were twelve of them between the Gryffindors and the Slytherins. Regulus practically sat in James' lap and James wrapped his arms around him instinctively.

"Okay, who's going first?" Sirius asked as he plopped down next to Remus and started to pour the shots of Veritaserum, passing them out as he went.

"Why don't you since you're the one who suggested to game," Mary replied with a small laugh.

"Alright," Sirius said with a shrug, "but who to ask first?"

He tapped his chin contemplatively before his eyes shot straight to his brother. James wasn't surprised.

"Reggie!"

"Of course he picks me," Regulus grumbled under his breath before he glared at his brother. "What?"

"Truth or Dare?"

Regulus sighed before he shocked everyone in the circle. "Dare."

"Umm, okay," Sirius faltered, clearly expecting him to pick truth. "I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the circle..." Regulus started to turn towards James because that was a given before Sirius continued, "that is not James."

Regulus glared at him again before he scowled and looked around the room. James was curious about who he would pick. It looked like Barty was expecting him to pick him but no, Regulus got out of James' lap and beelined it towards somebody else. They seemed shocked as well and Sirius jumped up to protest before Regulus turned on him.

"It was your dare," Regulus replied with a smirk before turning back and crashing his lips together with Remus'.

"That's not- that's-," Sirius threw his hands up in the air before he dropped back down to the ground and James had to cover his laugh with a cough as everybody else snickered with no shame.

Regulus walked back over to James with a satisfied smirk, kissing him on the lips right after. James smiled and wrapped his arms around him again.

"Okay, my turn. "Remus, truth or dare?"

It went like that for the next few rounds. Most picked dare and had to do silly little things that they honestly probably would have done anyway. But then it was Sirius' turn again and he looked straight at James. James sighed because he had a feeling he knew what was coming.

"Ja- ames," Sirius said in a sing-song tone.

"Yeah?"

"Truth or dare?"

"Dare, obviously." It really was the only possible answer.

"Okay, I dare you to pick truth."

Well, fuck.

"Umm, okay," James replied slowly as he tried to gauge what Sirius was playing at. "Truth, then."

James picked up the shot and downed the potion before he gestured for Sirius to ask his question. Sirius beamed at him before he spoke again and James wasn't sure how he felt about that. It seemed mischievous and like he was looking for something specific that James had never told him or that he thought James had never told him. Which honestly wasn't a lot, James would usually tell him everything and everybody knew that so he shouldn't have been surprised when all their eyes landed on him.

"What is one secret that you have never told anybody?" Sirius asked with an eager grin as he leaned closer to him.

James pursed his lips together. He had to ask that, didn't he because there was only one thing in his whole life that he never told anybody about and he never had any intention of telling anybody about for that matter. He was starting to sweat as he fought the potion and the words that were trying to tumble out of his mouth. Regulus was looking at him with concern now and James didn't want him to know. He didn't want anybody to know.

"Oh, come on. It can't be that bad," Marlene laughed.

James snapped his eyes up at her and glared. She just laughed some more as she held her hands up in mock surrender and fell back into Dorcas.

"It's okay, Jamie. Whatever it is. Nobody will judge you for it," Regulus whispered soothingly but all James could think was, 'You will.'

"Out with it," Sirius encouraged. "You can't fight the potion anyway so you're only hurting yourself more by trying."

James sighed before he looked down at his hands wrapped around his boyfriend.

"I tried to kill myself the summer after third year," he whispered just under his breath.

He never told his parents what he did either. It truly was a secret that he had intended on taking to his grave. James felt Regulus tense up in his lap. He was sure he was the only one who heard him since he was so close.

"What?" Sirius asked with a laugh. "Couldn't quite hear you."

James squeezed his eyes shut to stop the tears from forming. Everyone was laughing except for Regulus. After a minute or two, other people started to egg him on to repeat what he just said and since he was still under the effects of the potion he couldn't stop the hurt or anger that came out when he repeated it.

"I fucking tried to kill myself the summer after third year. Happy?" James shouted before he dislodged Regulus from his lap and stormed off towards the stairs to his dorm.

The room became deadly silent but all he wanted to do was get away from everybody. He made it to the top of the stairs before he heard Regulus yell at his brother.

"You're a fucking dick, Sirius. I'd suggest you don't go anywhere near him for a while. I can't believe you just fucking did that."

James heard the footsteps coming up the stairs and he was sure that it was Regulus but he shut the door anyway and made his way to the bathroom. James sat against the wall with his head between his knees and tried not to cry but he couldn't hold back the tears even if he was imperio'd to.

"Oh, baby. Come here," Regulus said softly as he grabbed James by the shoulder and pulled him into his lap.

James went willingly. He wanted to be alone but then again he didn't and if he had to be around somebody right now, he was grateful that it was Regulus. He really really didn't want to see Sirius. James let the tears fall as he sobbed into his boyfriend's chest. Regulus ran one hand in soothing circles around his back as he ran the fingers of his other through James' hair.

"It's okay, Jamie. I promise it's going to be okay," Regulus whispered.

James sobbed louder and Regulus seemed to put up a silencing charm which James was grateful for. He hated it when anybody heard him cry. He was supposed to be the happy-go-lucky sunshine friend after all. Although now that his secret was out, he wouldn't be surprised if people started to keep their distance from him for a while.

"Please, don't leave me," James whispered wetly. It was a little muffled since he had his face in Regulus' chest.

"I'm here for you, baby. I'll always be here for you," Regulus replied firmly. "And if you want to talk about it or anything, I'll be here for you then too. I'm not going anywhere, Mon Soliel."

James didn't say anything else. He just clung to Regulus like his life depended on it and cried until he couldn't cry anymore. He was sure he would pass out at some point but he didn't care. He was tired and wanted nothing more than to forget about everything that just happened.

"I love you, James. I always will."

It was the last thing James heard before he let himself let go and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

Also published on Ao3: The Truth Doesn't Always Set You Free

[bri-cheeses]

It had been… a long night, to say the least. Slytherin was hosting the annual Halloween party this year, and though invitations were reserved for fifth years and up, the common room was close to overflowing. And so were the bountiful selection of drinks, supplied by students from all the different houses.

Evan supposes it a combination of these factors that led him to retreating back to his dorm room, stumbling drunkenly up the stairs and to the bathroom, where he promptly threw up his stomach’s contents into the toilet.

He’s just not sure if the nausea was caused by the alcohol, or whatever this feeling is that he gets whenever he sees Barty kissing someone else. Because Barty was kissing someone, in typical Barty fashion. Some Hufflepuff, Evan thinks, but he hadn’t really stuck around long enough to make sure. Nope, the flight instincts kicked on as soon as he saw that taking place in front of him, did a split-second calculation, and then decided it would not be a good idea to test the weight of his emotions against the increasing buzz of alcohol.

Because alcohol, he knows, makes him sloppy. Sentimental, emotional, whatever you want to call it. Bad at keeping secrets, like the fact that—no. He will not go down that train of thought. Not right now, hiding pathetically in his room as a party carries on beneath him. His predicament is already sad enough, tears do not need to be added to whatever recipe of depression is currently being cooked up.

So he simply shuts his eyes and wills himself to go to bed, not even bothering with the effort of pulling the blanket up over him, or even turning the lights out.

-

Perhaps that’s why it’s so easy to be woken up when the door to the dorm creaks open. The combination of light seeping through his eyelids and the cold from the lack of blanket makes for an uneasy sleep, one that is easy to be startled out of. Despite having woken up, however, Evan keeps his eyes shut. He doesn’t want to deal with whoever has come into the room, preferring to simply sleep the rest of this day away.

Except, despite all his efforts to fall back asleep, Evan can hear the sound of footsteps walking closer to his bed quite clearly.

“Evan?” Barty’s voice is soft and questioning as he calls out, trying to figure out whether or not Evan is asleep. Evan wants to shut his eyes tighter in an doomed attempt to block the voice out, but he fears that the small action might give him away. So he stays still, not responding to Barty. Even when seconds later, Barty whispers once more, “Evan? Are you awake?”

He’s not, at least as far as Barty is concerned. No, let Barty believe that Evan is simply dreaming sweet dreams that are too precious to be interrupted by intrusions from the outside world. Even if Evan is light years away from whatever universe that dreamlike place might be located in.

But his act must be good enough to fool Barty, who doesn’t say anything for a long while more.

The silence stretches on long enough that Evan begins to think that Barty must’ve walked away without Evan having heard him. But just as Evan is about to crack open his eyes enough to see where Barty has gone, he hears a sigh from the same place that Barty’s voice had come from minutes before.

Barty’s footsteps seem to echo in the quiet room as he (judging from the sound of it, at least) walks closer to Evan’s bed. Evan hardly dares to breathe as he hears his own blankets rustle at the end of the bed, and then… they’re being dragged over his shoulders, in such a careful manner that Evan really, really wants to open his eyes, if only to see Barty’s expression as he carefully tucks Evan into bed. It’s a delicate moment, and Evan feels that even the smallest shift might cause it to fall and shatter like a delicate china cup that’s been dropped by clumsy hands.

Then, all of a sudden, there’s a hand softly cupping Evan’s jaw, running a thumb over his cheekbone. It’s all Evan can do to keep still, even as his breath hitches in his throat.

Breath ghosts across Evan’s face as Barty whispers, “Sweet dreams, Evan.”

Then he’s gone, the lights turning off and the door creaking open and closed as Barty exits.

Evan still doesn’t open his eyes. He wants to linger in this moment, hold onto it and dig his fingers in to make sure that it’s not lost to the rushing torrent of the world. The rushing torrent of Barty.

Barty, who presumably stopped his partying to come up and check on Evan, to see if he was okay. Barty, who’s voice was so incredibly soft as he whispered Evan’s name. Barty, who covered him with a blanket, who cradled his face in his hands like it was something precious, who whispered “Sweet dreams” before turning the lights off so that Evan could sleep better.

Evan is still thinking of Barty when he inevitably falls into a fitful slumber, and Barty’s soft whispers of Evan’s name follow him even into his restless dreams.

[themirrorballfriend]

Bad Day | Rosekiller

965 words, Trigger Warning: Mentions of Abuse, Mild Swearing

Barty woke up in a cold sweat with shaking limbs. It was the same recurring nightmare he's been having weeks in a row.

He's in his father's study undoubtedly being lectured on how much of a disappointment he is, when he lifts his wand off the desk and utters the spell. "Crucio." He is immediately hit with excruciating pain leaving him a crumbling mess on the floor of his father's study.

A quick Tempus charm told him it was four o'clock in the morning. If his uneven breathing was anything to go by, he would not be getting anymore sleep that night.

By the time he actually managed to close his eyes for a bit, the first rays of sunlight had already started peaking through his blinds.

The next time he woke up to a shrill voice screaming "CROUCH!"

His father's voice? No, his father only ever addressed him as Bartemius.

"CROUCH!" The voice yelled again.

He finally identified the voice as his roommate's "WHAT!" he replied, getting sick of the incessant yelling.

"Get the fuck up, man. Breakfast ends in five minutes. And we have potions with Slughorn in fifteen." his roommate spoke, before promptly exiting the room.

He flung himself out of bed and haphazardly put on his uniform before rushing to the Great Hall with just enough time to snag a single croissant. Great. Just Great.

Because of his late start to the morning, he had missed out on his favourite routine of all time. You see most people often assume that because of Barty's careless nature, he didn't have any routines or rituals but he did. And his favourite one was always spending breakfast with Evan. If and how long he spent the morning with Evan would shape the mood for his entire day. And it was pretty clear that today was going to a shite fest.

Potions with Slughorn was a drag and to make it worse it was with the Hufflepuffs. All the old man did was read off the book the entire time, then assign five parchments on the uses of Stewed Mandrake in potions.

Next was Advanced Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. The lack of sleep had made it quite hard to concentrate as it was, but at some point James and Sirius had thought it would be a good idea to start hexing each other halfway through the lesson.

One of James hexes had been redirected by one of Sirius's spells and had ended up hitting him, turning half his hair red, and the other half yellow.

"Loving the new look, Crouch." Sirius sniggered. James barely managing to hold in his laugh next to him.

"You absolutely pieces of shite!" Barty shouted. "Bloody wankers, the two of you!"

"Detention, Mr. Crouch!" McGonagall spoke, her voice firm and lips downturned into a scowl.

His day didn't improve after that. During Arithmancy, his seatmate had dropped his inkwell causing Barty's hands and shirt to be covered in ink. That was, as they say, the straw that broke the thestral's back. He simply stood up and started walking out of the classroom, ignoring the Professor's words of protest.

As he was walking down the hall, muttering to himself, he slammed into someone.

"Oi! Bugger o—" he stopped when he realised who he had walked into.

Looking up, he was met with a pair of crystal blue eyes and blonde curls.

"Bee, what's wrong?" Evan asked in that deep, calming voice of his.

"Huh?" Barty said, still staring at him with a bewildered expression on his face, as if Evan had asked the most bizarre question he had ever heard.

"I asked if you were alright." Evan sighed.

"Shouldn't you be in class?" Barty asked, avoiding even the thought of his less than stellar day.

"Reg and I skipped Divination. He's with Potter at their dorm. What happened to you?" Evan prodded.

And that's when Evan finally took a good look at Barty. His hair was out of sorts and his hands were stained blue with ink. But his eyes were by far the worst. They were sunken in with dark purple bags underneath them.

"Come on." Evan told him, lacing their hands together and leading him to the dungeons.

Evan quickly muttered the password and guided them to the dorm. He then locked the door and sat Barty down on his bed.

"Tell me what happened." Evan said, careful to keep his voice both gentle and firm.

"Nothing happened. I'm fine. In fact, I really need to getting class. Sprout will have my head, if I'm late to Herbology." Barty replied, not meeting his eyes.

To anyone else, it might've looked like Barty was fine. But, him and Barty have been together for eight months, and in that time Evan had learned to read him like a book.

Evan always knew if Barty was lying to him, because he could never look him in the eye.

"Listen Bee, this doesn't work— we don't work, if there are secrets between us. If you're having a bad day, that's fine. But you can't lie to me and pretend that you're okay, if you're not feeling well, you can talk to me about it. I will always listen. It's my duty as your friend, and your boyfriend. I know it's hard to talk about things that are bothering you, but all I ask is that you try, for me." Evan said, his voice laced with love and sincerity.

Tears pricked Barty's eyes, making him think of all the times Evan had tried for him, in spite of all the hardships.

That's how Barty found himself with his head in Evan's lap, telling him all about his terrible day. All while Evan stroked his hair and comforted him, until he eventually fell asleep.

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[my-castles-crumbling]

Joking- A Rosekiller microfic

Rosekiller - rated T for suggestive jokes - thanks @starchasersunseeker and @beautyoftheships for the inspiration and @starchasersunseeker for letting me use a pickup line!

It started as a joke. Barty had found an article in Witch Weekly about the “Worst Pickup Lines in History” and was reading them aloud to Pandora, who was curled up like a cat on the end of Regulus’s bed, giggling hysterically.

Regulus was only half paying attention. Until Evan walked in.

“Oi! Ev!” Barty called to him, looking up and grinning. “Are you my wand?”

“Erm. No?” Evan replied, looking thoroughly confused. “Why?”

Barty chuckled and smiled smugly. “Because I want to hold you all the time.”

Pandora, predictably, burst into giggles in the background, but Regulus looked up curiously to see Evan’s reaction. He was shocked to see the taller boy smirk and say, “Hold me where?”

Barty’s mouth popped open audibly, obviously shocked that Evan was flirting back.

And so it began.

-

It quickly became obvious that Barty had taken Evan’s reaction as a personal challenge. A dare to push Evan until he finally broke and admitted he was uncomfortable, or at least just joking. But Evan never wavered.

“Ev! Evan!” Barty yelled across the Common Room one day.

“Yeah?” Evan grinned, looking up from his game of chess with Dorcas.

“I’m not a Seeker. But I’d gladly catch you if you fell for me,” Barty called, eyes sparkling.

Evan surveyed him, face blank, before breaking into an evil grin. “Yeah? Well, you’re not a Beater, either. But I’d let you beat me off.”

Regulus couldn’t help but laughing at how flustered Barty looked as he left the room.

-

The jokes got more and more lewd, as if Barty was desperate to find the line that Evan wouldn’t cross. But somehow, Evan just threw even more hilarious quips back, all while straight-faced, making the normally-confident and unaffected Barty blush and stutter.

To Regulus, it seemed like some strange game of ‘Chicken.’ But neither of them was calling for mercy. And really, that suited him, because it was entertaining to watch.

-

The whole thing came to a head one night at a party, where alcohol had been flowing for a few hours before Barty decided it was again time to try to make Evan blush.

“Evs!” Barty called, smile a bit crooked and eyes glassy.

“What, Barty?” Evan asked, rolling his eyes, clearly knowing what was coming.

“‘re you a Dementor? Because you look like you want to kiss me!” Barty slurred, tripping a bit as he spoke.

But Evan’s response made all who were nearby go still.

“Maybe,” he murmured slowly, “I do want to kiss you. What’re you going to do about it?” He retorted with a shrug and a smirk, folding his arms over his chest and raising an eyebrow.

“I-what?” Barty asked, eyes wide, and looking a bit more focused, now.

“Gonna kiss me, Barty? Or was this all just talk?” Evan asked tauntingly with a soft smile.

His smile grew triumphant when Barty began to stutter, unable to string two words together. Regulus chuckled to himself, entertained by the idiocy of his two best friends. He wondered briefly if they would ever do anything about their game.

-

Of course, his question was answered just a few short hours later. Barty came barging into their shared dorm room, eyes wild, looking like he hadn’t slept at all, coming to a stop in front of Evan. “What was that last night?” He demanded, ignoring Regulus completely.

“A party. Ever been?” Evan asked lightly, looking up from his Transfiguration book.

“I-” Barty seemed to shake himself and tried again. “No, I mean, what you said. About wanting to kiss me.”

Evan chuckled. “What, you can say things to me, but I can’t to you?”

Barty looked truly tortured, now. “But were you…you were joking, yeah? Like I always do with you?”

Regulus looked on as Evan seemed to consider his answer. “If I wasn’t?” he asked, jutting his chin up defiantly.

Barty made a strangled noise and lunged for the other boy, connecting their lips together in a way that suggested Regulus ought to get out now. But as he left, a shirt flying above his head, he swore he could hear Barty ask desperately, “So, you’re not joking, right?”

[singulxarity]

Jegulus microfic - Day 10 - Sugar

Word count : 498

@jegulus-microfic

On their 8th date, James convinced Regulus to watch a muggle movie. They were in the room of requirement, settled on a couch with a blanket upon them both. A muggle television set was before them and a black and white film was playing.

James' arm is on Regulus' shoulders and Regulus, albeit a little stiff, is curled against James' chest.

The room is silent except for James' breath coming at regular intervals and the sound of the movie.

"Aren't you going to walk me home?"

"You would like that, wouldn't you sugar?"

And Regulus cant help it. He has put up a facade and he cannot believe that it is a muggle movie that is going to break it down.

He snorts.

Regulus Black, second son of the noble house of Black snorts, and it isn't long before he's curled over, forehead against his knees, one hand on his stomach, the other on his mouth, preserving the slightest shred of dignity he has left.

Regulus Black laughs hysterically.

And he simply cannot stop.

The image of the man quirking an eyebrow, the self assured smirk on his face, and the sound of his voice keeps entering Regulus' mind, making him giggle uncontrollably.

Unable to support himself, he rests his head on James' lap, body still shaking. James is laughing too, not so much out of amusement, but out of endearment; wonderstruck, as the younger boy's face turns increasingly red.

Long after, movie forgotten, Regulus' head remains on James' lap. The two boys look at each other, James' hands caressing his curls.

"I like it when you laugh"

"Oh?"

"Hmm. One day, I swear on my life Regulus, I'm going to make you laugh like that. I dont care how long it takes."

"Well, I wont encourage it. My stomach still hurts."

The two boys speak barely above a whisper. Regulus feels something in his chest. It reminds him of sunshine on skin, bare feet on grass and hands on a warm body.

He reaches up for James' hand in his hair and presses a quick kiss onto the bone that connects the thumb to the palm.

A first kiss if you will.

And James. Delightful, endearing James smiles as if he has been given the world to take.

The older boy, as if in return, leans down and presses a kiss onto Regulus' forehead, on a small spot that isnt covered in curls.

♡

James does not know this, but he will be the reason Regulus laughs. When he returns to the dorm and sees Pandora, Evan, Barty and Dorcas waiting to hear every detail, Regulus will laugh, giggle and squeal, recounting each moment of the night.

Laughter is the sun that seeps through the canopy. It is the starlight that still glimmers in the thickest fog. It a feather light kiss that scorches you even though years have passed.

And it follows the two boys wherever they go. In the kitchens, on the couch and especially in each others arms.

AN - would you look at that? I'm alive once more. Let me know what you think, asks, comment, reblogs and likes are wholeheartedly appreciated and always make me smile. Sending you a hug♡

[regulus-books]

Regulus gets like this sometimes. He feels as if nobody cares about him, nobody wants him. He'll loves someone so much, they'll replace him. It's happened to many times to even count.

Regulus walks in his dorm, exhausted from the day, his heart aching. All he wants to do, is curl up in a ball and let his imagination take him somewhere different.

"Evan?" No. Not Evan. Regulus wants to reply, but he knows if he spoke his voice would only come out high pitched, broken. So instead, he opens the curtains to his bed just enough for him to slip in and shuts them behind him. "Reg?" Regulus doesn't reply once again, he simply burys himself in his duvets, hoping Barty will catch on and shut up.

Suddenly, breaking through Regulus' mind is the sound of footsteps leading over to his bed. The curtain opens, light streaming in.

"Oh, hi. I was hoping Evan was back." Those words stab Regulus' mind like a needle, peircing it's way through.

"Go find him then." Regulus says, taking his curtain back and shoving it close.

"Merlin, okay?" Barty says, and Regulus hears his feet pad to the door, opening it up and closing it.

Regulus eventually falls into a light, mindless sleep. Pandora wakes him when it's dinner time, and he shrugs her off, telling her he's not in the mood.

Soon, he leaves his room, eyes red with unfallen tears.

He has to say something to James. What's going on? Why does nobody want him?

He sits in the Gryffindor common room, waiting for everyone to be done with supper, and he just thinks. Is James really being different or is it his mind playing tricks on him? Why is his best friend replacing him? Maybe this is a dumb idea, maybe he should just go back to bed, push down his feelings and ignore them.

As he starts to get up, he hears the sound he loves the most. James' barking laugh as he enters the common room.

Regulus' eye nearly twitches when he sees how happy James is, his stomach clenches and his heart throbs. He can tell how rough he must look, but nobody can outshine the sun.

When James' eyes catch a glance at Regulus, his smile almost instantly drops and this is Regulus' last straw. Tears drip down his face, he pushes past his brother and his boyfriend, wishing he was somewhere else.

Why can his brother give James so much joy, but just the sight of Regulus makes him unhappy? Why can Sirius make James shine brighter, but Regulus rains on him, making his bright yellow dark brown?

The portrait closes tightly around, nobody follows him. Where does he even go? He doesn't want to be around his friends. He doesn't even know if he can call them his friends.

So, instead of going somewhere with tons of people, he goes outside in the deep, cool night of December. He climbs all the way to the top of the Astronomy tower and falls asleep. Nobody comes for him. Nobody even cares.