#then barty gets an angry call from reg

[prongss78]

jegulus raising harry w barty babysitting

barty: okay, little guy, what's that word you're going to call your papa!?

two yr old harry: stinky!

barty: perfect! and the word for your dad?

harry: asshole!

barty: nice! amazing! perfect! you're ready to go home!

[entitled-fangirl]

His betrothed. (P2)

Barty Crouch Jr. x reader

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

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

Part 1! and Part 3!

Masterlist

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

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

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

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

His eyebrows furrowed, "What?… When?"

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

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

"Mum's making me."

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

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

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

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

"And there's no negotiation with her?"

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

She rounded the corner, entering the living room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he left without another word.

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

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

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

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

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To say she was intimidated was an understatement.

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

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

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

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

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

And he could sense it.

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

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

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

Nagini hissed, slithering across the table. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Regulus nods, "yes, milord."

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

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

"Stand, girl."

She hesitantly does so, her legs shaking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He stood, "Yes, milord?"

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

"Yes. Yes, sir."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[aithusarosekiller]

Trans Reggie hcs bc I am *menstruating and dysphoric* and he's so me

Anyone who is only here to say they hate the trans reg hc, leave, I don't need you JKR kinnies here

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- he never really mentions it, he prefers to not think about being trans because he feels more comfortable knowing what he is in his mind than having to acknowledge and address it physically

- he isn't in a rush to pass. At first he was really worried but he took to deciding that he was more comfortable being himself than trying desperately to fit the ideal of what he should look like. After a while he took to gaslighting people who pointed it out with phrases such as 'actually I have a testosterone deficiency and I'm really upset about it' (not technically a lie) or 'why the hell would I look like a girl to you'

- doesn't get dysphoric over his 'feminine' features that often because he just straight up forgets he has them, they make him uncomfortable when he remembers them but he usually forgets they're even there

- you just know he has a constant supply of peppermint tea for cramps, he doesn't even like it bit Dorcas mentioned that it helps once and he doesn't care anymore

- it doesn't matter how fem an outfit looks on him because he KNOWS he has boxers on underneath and that's enough to convince himself it isn't

- WOULD backhand someone who tried to 'smol bean trans boi 🥺🥺' him and would NOT regret it or apologise

- Sirius was the second person he told and the response was simply 'okay'. He was a little underwhelmed but didn't complain

-the first person was Dorcas, the third was Narcissa, and the joint fourth were Barty, Evan, and Pandora

- got upset at small things when he was a kid (not being called lad when Sirius was) but didn't connect the dots until much later

- convinced himself that the second he got T everything would fix itself

- James is banned from mentioning the fact he has a period but Lily is allowed to talk about it whenever she wants bc he feels safer for some reason (none of them understand why)

- Sirius likes to joke about him being the short angry transmasc stereotype despite reg being pretty tall (he's still angry and broody tho)

[miriammctroi]

Marauders Stranded on an Island Au

(watched a German movie the other day, so I've been thinking about this)

James, Remus, the Blacks, & Barty are on vacation in the same place. They don't know each other. Through some unfortunate events (let's say a prank by newly met James & Sirius) they end up stranded on an island somewhere in the middle of the ocean.

(Personally, I don't have the nerves to write stories with all of the Marauders being constantly in one place, but I guess adding Lily, Mary, Marlene & Dorcas would be possible. I find it hard enough to include Barty)

James and Sirius would play-fight about who's in charge

James & Barty would actually fight about who's in charge

Remus thinks he is actually in charge

no one is in charge, it's chaos, and nothing gets done

they find an abandoned hut to sleep in or build some sort of structure, which caves in repeatedly until Remus adds his brains to the whole construction process

Sirius would play Big Brother Protector, annoying the fuck out of Regulus (maybe Reg is trans and Sirius thinks he needs to keep this secret from the rest because he thinks the other guys would try to do something to him and / or be transphobic)

Regulus, held small by his parents and usually a shy and passive kid, thinks James is hot and proceeds to flirt with him when they're alone just to provoke Sirius into getting angry when he sees James flirt back

Regulus bathes in the ocean or a lagoon in his underwear, wanting James to notice and watch. He flirts with him but then suddenly calls his big brother claiming James is peeping on him - James and Sirius end up in a fist fight

Barty finds all of this hilarious and he and Reg become friends

James gets jealous because he thinks something is going on between Barty & Reg

Remus hates all of them initially, except maybe Regulus (except when he's provoking his brother)

Remus thinks he's the smartest out of the bunch (he is) and the only one capable of rational thought (yes) and survival (no)

Remus thinks Sirius is especially annoying, at fault for their current situation, and too impulsive (and hot. he also thinks he's super hot)

Remus also has anger issues - he bonds with Sirius after the mentioned fistfight

James and Sirius are initially annoyed by Remus too and think of him as far too up his own ass - they joke that he'd loosen up if he hooked up with someone

Regulus goads them into making a bet because he thinks Remus would never go for his idiot brother

oh, and Evan & Pandora fled from their family to this place some time ago and try to scare them away but help them when Remus is injured - Barty & Evan fall in love and Pandora is some kind of moon witch bc why not ?

[lulublack90]

Prompt 16 - Embarrass

@jegulus-microfic April 16, Word count 854

Previous part First part

James actually ran as soon as he got out of Regulus and Sirius’s suite. He was so stupid throwing himself at a stranger without even asking if they were single. He thought Regulus would have told him, but clearly not. Then again, he thought, he did tell me to go away repeatedly, and I wouldn’t go. Barty was right to be angry at me. 

His feet had led him back to his own room. Clumsily, he scanned the door card and let himself in. Maybe he’d go out onto the slopes and have a ski. He hadn’t done that for a few days. Not since he ran into Regulus. He could hardly embarrass himself more than he’d already done today.

He had just hauled himself off the bed and started to look for his skiing clothes when the room phone rang. He picked it up in case it was his parents, but they had his mobile number, so it would be odd if it were them. 

“Hello?” He said into the receiver. 

“James? James, is that you? Please don’t hang up. Can you come back, and I’ll explain.” Regulus’s panicked voice buzzed down the phone line. James sunk onto his bed. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Reg. My intentions aren’t exactly platonic, and you have a boyfriend—”

“I DO NOT HAVE A BOYFRIEND!!!” Regulus shouted, clearly aggravated. “Sorry. Barty is not my boyfriend. I broke up with him, and he refuses to accept it. But I swear, James, I would have told you if he were. Please come back.” James ran his hand through his hair as he debated. “Please, James.”

“Ugh,” He grunted. “Okay, fine. Is Sirius there to let me back in?” He’d already stood up and walked towards the door but was suddenly yanked backwards by the corded phone. “Ouch!” He cried as he landed heavily on his arse. 

“You just tried to walk away with the hotel’s phone, didn’t you?” Regulus said, trying to hold back a snicker. 

“Shut up, or I’m not coming.” He hung the phone up and, rubbing his rump, left his room. 

It wasn’t until he was approaching Regulus’s room that he realised he’d never gotten an answer if Sirius was there to let him in. He really didn’t want Regulus to have to hop all the way through to open the door.

As luck would have it, Dr Lupin had just raised his hand to knock on the door. “Dr Lupin,” James called out, waving at the man and jogging the last few steps to get to him. “You here to check on Regulus’s ankle?” He asked with a big smile breaking across his face. 

“Oh, er—I mean—Yes, yes. That’s right. Regulus’s ankle—Yep—Exactly.” The young doctor seemed flustered, with a pink flush creeping over his face. He was saved from further explanation when the door suddenly opened. 

“Remus!” Sirius beamed at him. His face dropped when he saw James standing next to him. 

“Hello, Mr Black. I’m here to check on Regulus’s ankle.” Remus stared straight at Sirius. 

“Huh? Oh—Yeah, brilliant. Thank you, Dr Lupin.” Sirius moved aside and let him in. James flicked his head between the two men but couldn’t figure out what he was missing. He shrugged his shoulders and followed them in. 

They crowded into Regulus’s room, much to Regulus’s surprise. 

“Hello, Regulus. How are you today? I’ve come to check your ankle.” Remus got Regulus to stand and move a few steps as he observed and nodded at his progress. “Excellent. It’s healing well. You can probably do some light exercise with it now. Walk around the suite at least today and try a bit further tomorrow. You should be almost back to normal by the time you go home, though I’m afraid I can’t recommend any more skiing while you’re here.” Remus told him in his doctor’s voice. 

“Thank you, Dr Lupin,” Regulus said as he lowered himself back onto the bed. 

“You’re welcome,” Remus said, straightening his jumper. “I’ve taken enough of your time. If you want a final check before you leave, let me know.” He turned towards the door.

“I’ll see you out,” Sirius told him, following him through the door.

“Hi,” Regulus murmured once they were alone. 

“Hi,” James sighed and sunk onto the end of the bed. 

“I’m sorry if he said anything to upset you. I’ve blocked his number now. Hopefully, he’ll get the message.” They sat there in awkward silence. 

Regulus shuffled himself up the bed so he was propped up by his pillows. “Can we just forget that moron spoke to you and just go back to how we were this morning?” He asked hopefully. “I found a film I think you might like. It’s all romantic, and there’s sword fighting and pirates and Rodents of unusual size.” He smiled shyly at James as he flicked the TV on. 

With very little encouragement, James flopped backwards next to Regulus. 

Regulus immediately snuggled into his side and nudged James’s arm until he wrapped it around him. Regulus sighed contentedly as he put the film on.    

Next part

[that-stressed-out-chic]

Regulus black has given everything..his brother, the one he loves, his identity, his life..everything he has, just for the pride of the noble house of black; he’s taken the mark..he’s given everything.

But he’s tired now, he doesn’t know anything else to do, his parents won’t do anything about this as they could care less of anything asides remaining in the dark lord’s good graces but truthfully regulus is tired, he can’t continue this way; fighting in a war he doesn’t believe in, being who he’s not and so in one final act of defiance to his parents, to the dark lord, he writes the letters and leaves the one for Voldemort on his desk, let him know that it was regulus black form the noble house of black that cost him his victory , he thinks as he heads to the cave, he may not be able to stop the war but at least Voldemort won’t win it..at least not this time, maybe not ever if his suspicions are true.

Kreacher is reluctant to leave but eventually he does with the last letters written by Regulus to all the people that he loves, regulus knows that his end has come, he has nothing else, Sirius won’t forgive him and James won’t even listen to him.

This is the end, he thinks as he drops into the water, he knows he’s going to drown not because he can’t swim in this water ..he knows he can, Sirius taught him well; but simply because he wants too, he can feel himself going under, he’s doesn’t even fight it, instead he waits it out then he’s being pulled out, dragged out from the water and into the cave, he doesn’t fight , he thinks it’s probably voldermot who by some morbid twist of fate has found him here and wants to end him, instead it’s Barry, Evan and Pandora. He looks at them saying nothing, and they return his gaze saying nothing till eventually Barty breaks the silence..

“ What the hell Reg?” He yells and Regulus starts crying and it takes a while for him to get himself together enough to tell them everything and there’s more silence after all Barty and Evan have known and accepted for a longtime that they were nothing but pawns in their parents power climb, they unlike regulus had gotten the dark mark because they had no other choice, not like Regulus who could’ve left for the safety of the potters or Sirius but took it to please parents who would never be satisfied, they didn’t have anything to loose either after all the only person asides Evan that Barty loved was his mother and she was well..dead. And the only person that Evan loved asides Barty was pandora and she was with him. Of all of them it was regulus who had given up everything and Barty is angry because regulus tried to kill himself because Sirius and James won’t forgive him, because he’s tired of fighting in a war that he doesn’t believe in because he has no idea how to help so it’s surprising when Evan who is usually the more rational person asides pandora and regulus says “Let’s kill him.” and his head immediately snaps ups to look at Evan.

“Kill him..kill who?” Regulus asks staring at Evan before staring at Barty and pandora as if for confirmation that they all heard the same thing.

“Voldermot..the dark lord whatever you want to call him. Let’s kill him.” Evan says and as Barty tries to say all the reasons that they can’t kill voldermot Evan interrupts to ask “What have we got to loose?” And that shits him up because what have they truly go to loose? but still killing the dark lord?

“Evan is right.” Regulus says softly and Barty shifts his gaze round him; were they all going crazy he asks when he sees pandora nodding in agreement.

“We don’t have anything more to lose, I’ve lost James and Sirius already, asides from you guys I have no one else left and the same can be said for you all so why not just kill him, I’ve already got the hrocrux.”he continues his voice getting stronger and as Barty watches something change in regulus .

Regulus who has lost everything, regulus who took the dark mark to please his parents who will never be satisfied or proud of him, regulus who had just tried to drown a couple of minutes ago..Regulus who no longer has a will to live.

Still Barty is hesitant because even if he’s an enabler of bad ideas, this goes beyond that and at the end of the day it’s pandora who. makes the voice for him, that finalizes the idea when she asks “what’s the plan.”

Regulus who has always been smart already have a rough plan after all he’s got voldermot horocrux, already has a rough plan on how to carry the mission, between the four of them, they make it as foolproof as it can be knowing fully well the implications of failure, truthfully Barty doesn’t think regulus is opposed to failing base on how he’s volunteering for the dangerous parts but he says noting.

Evan sees the change in regulus but says nothing about it, instead he wonders what will happen if they succeed .

“We’ll be free.” Pandora tells him when he asks, she says it with a dreamy sigh that he understands after all freedom was a concept that always seems to escape them, the dark mark on their arms being a reminder that they’ve never been truly free.

Somehow by what regulus believes is sheer luck, they do manage to kill voldermot, Barty suggests burning his body and everything that might be attached to him and they do so, spreading his ash in the river that regulus wanted to drown in, sometimes it still feels surreal that voldermot the dark lord is dead, that they killed him, especially since his death didn’t bring about the end of the war..but then again not a lot of people know that voldermot is dead..no one asides the four of them after all he had some powerful people under his thumb like barty’s father who works in the ministry, if people like him found out, the four of them will be hunted and killed.

So they say nothing, instead they manage to formulate another plan to bring down the allies of voldermot and it works..so well that the ministry is forced to send two of its best aurora to spy on the death eaters because who’s orders are they actually following?

And knowing fully well that they might get caught and killed, or that they risk running into regulus who they haven’t seen since he turned his back on them and became a death eater, James Potter and Sirius Black after some protest form the latter accepts their mission.

[lupinduda]

how i percieve jegulus along the hogwarts years

First year:

Sirius' youngest brother's entrance at Hogwarts was sort of the event the Marauders were waiting for since the past year. Sirius wouldn’t stop chattering about it, but he seemed kinda disappointed when Regulus wasn't put in Gryffindor like him, and neither seemed to be willing to meet his new friends.

As Remus and Peter accepted Regulus' refusal of their friendship well, James was a little amused by the youngest Black, with his curly hair and his red cheeks. "How can he be so similar and so different from Sirius?" James thought. And he noticed that the mere glance of Regulus would cause the same sensation in him as Lily’s smile did. Intrigued, he started to notice Regulus, at first just to be sure he was adapting well to the school; after all, he was Sirius' brother. But after a while, he could feel Regulus' presence without even searching for it.

Regulus, on the other hand, felt like his world crashed in front of his young eyes. It was always his dream, his and Sirius', to attend Hogwarts, and they both did it. But his big brother had made new friends who were noisy and annoying. It was a group Regulus knew from the very beginning he would never fit in with, so he pushed them away, despising how much it hurt Sirius' feelings.

Second year:

In their 3rd year at Hogwarts, the Marauders already had made a big reputation, and everyone was always talking about them in the halls. Regulus used to be annoyed about people talking about his brother every time they talked to him, so he approached the only Slytherins who didn't: The Rosiers, Barty and Dorcas.

That, of course, pissed Sirius off so bad that he wouldn't stop complaining for almost a month. And once he was done with it, he had a huge fight with Regulus in front of everyone. Reg was so angry when he shouted, “Well, if you weren’t busy with your new family to remember you already had a brother, I would probably stay with you," that he didn't realize what he did until it was too late.

James was heading straight to the common room with candy to cheer up Sirius when he heard a soft whimper coming from a crying Regulus curled up on the ground like a ball.

"You know, he just wants you to be safe,""He doesn't care about me; he has you now," "That's a lie, Regulus. Sirius might love me, but he lives for you. We shouldn’t make him choose one if he could have both. You don't need to stand by me, just don't hate me... please?"

Third year:

Reg starts to respect James, now knowing he isn't trying to steal his place in Sirius' heart.

Regulus struggled with DADA; James offered to help.

Reggie is convinced by the very stubborn Marauders to accept his help.

They fought a lot at the beginning, always arguing about anything until James found that if he teased the right nerve, Regulus would blush and forget his words.

James found a new pleasure in life called making Regulus Black laugh or blush.

They start to get along; Regulus is understanding DADA and got his first high grade with James' help.

But James is really confused by the way he is feeling about Lily and Regulus.

James works out that Lily will probably not give him a chance anytime soon, and Regulus' heart does a backflip when he hears it.

They start to hang out even outside of the study section, sitting by the Black Lake where no one can see them, just to chat about literally anything. And Regulus is impressed by how smart James Potter actually is behind the flirty smile.

On the last day of his 3rd year, Regulus kisses James by their spot at the Black Lake and then really bravely runs away.

[nikolai-alexi]

For @jegulus-microfic Prompt: Savour WC: 890

Tags: bipolar James, manic episode, very unreliable narrator, bipolar Barty Crouch Jr, psychosis hallucination, mild violence, James is extremely touch adverse during a mania episode like this, Regulus is Going Through It, James gets the wrong impression eavesdropping on Reg/Barty/Evan’s conversation while they think he’s asleep, Reg is overwhelmed and guilty, James is Unwell, Evan is over everyone’s shit and really doesn’t like James’ friends, Barty is a good friend, Sirius/Remus/Pete don’t just abandon James in this they’re there and they probably went to go get help but James has no clue what’s going on around him really so they just aren’t featured, Evan still holds a grudge against Sirius specifically and (though he won’t admit it) he feels angry on James’ behalf because none of them realised he was struggling so he’s an ass to them, apparently manic episodes are a lot harder to write when you can’t remember what your own are like when you have them

James is aware he shouldn’t be laughing. He’s aware of the stares branding their way under his skin. He feels acutely every disgusted look thrown his way and he hears every scoff. He’s aware he shouldn’t be laughing. But he can’t stop.

Someone has turned off the party’s music. Unfortunate, that. If they kept it going maybe he could pass it off that he’d just drank too much. It’s worked for him before. He still can’t stop laughing. His lungs burn for oxygen and his stomach is cramping and his vision is blurry and his skin is crawling and he can’t stop fucking laughing.

He can’t tell how long it takes until his hysterical laughter subsides into maniacal giggles, “Savour it,” he chokes out, still giggling, “Perfect fucking Potter isn’t so perfect!”

He throws his arms wide and spins a circle in the middle of the common room, still giggling, “Someone ought to call the Prophet! Let them know that the only thing James Potter actually is, is fucking crazy!”

He thinks he’s lost his glasses, because whoever is standing in front of him is unrecognisable with how blurry everything is.

“C’mon, J,” they say. Oh! It’s Barty! Barty knows alllll about being batshit fucking crazy, doesn’t he?

His glasses are set back on his face with very careful movements. Barty knows what James can be like like this. He probably doesn’t want another broken nose. James isn’t sure he’d feel it if someone broke his nose. Would he feel it if he broke his own nose? Or would he only think he felt it because he knew it was coming?

“No one is going to break anyone’s nose, James,” Barty says, sternly, in a voice that sounds eerily similar to Regulus’ ‘shut up and quit being stupid’ voice. He must have spoken aloud. Oopsies.

A shadow appears behind Barty, and before James knows it, his body is flying through the air. Is he trying to run from it? Fight it? Who knows. He doesn’t. But he can’t stand that stupid fucking shadow starring at him. There’s a sharp pressure on the side of his head and everything goes black.

Next thing he knows, he’s hearing hushed voices to the side of him. He doesn’t have the energy to open his eyes, so he just stays still and listens.

“Why the fuck would you knock him out, Barty?!” Regulus’s voice is high, despite being quiet. He must be really upset about something.

“Reg,” Barty sighs, it sounds like he’s been repeating the words for a while, “He went to attack, what I assume was, one of his hallucinations and came after me as a result. You know we can’t restrain him. He just panics and hurts himself. The only thing I could do to get him out of there and keep him safe was knock him out.”

The breath seems to exit Regulus’ chest in one swift ‘whoosh’, “Yeah,” he sighs, “I know,”

A chair slides roughly across the floor, “It’s not your fault, Reg,” Barty murmurs quietly.

Regulus scoffs, “I should have seen the signs. I should have known he was going to have an episode,”

“Bullshit, Regulus. You’re in the middle of your OWLS prep. You’ve been holed in the library for the last two weeks. How many times have you even gotten to see him in the last month?”

Someone stands up and begins pacing, James reckons it must be Regulus. He always paces when he’s agitated, “That’s just the thing, Barty! I haven’t seen him more than once or twice since the Quidditch match with Gryffindor and Slytherin. I’ve been too damn busy to notice anything was wrong!”

A new voice chimes in, “Sit the fuck down, Regulus,” Ah, Evan’s joined the fray.

James can nearly see the death glare mixed with a pout that Regulus sends Evan as he plops ungracefully into his chair.

“Potter is not your responsibility. No, shut the fuck up and listen to me, Regulus,” James wants to chuckle, because only a Rosier can talk to Regulus like that and get away with it, “Potter is not your responsibility. You both discussed how stressful these next two months were going to be for you. He understood and respected your need for space, and other than making sure you’re taking care of yourself, he hasn’t pushed. You haven’t seen him more than a couple of times, how would you have noticed anything was wrong?”

Regulus makes a distressed noise, but doesn’t interrupt.

“Potter is not your responsibility. If anyone should have noticed something was wrong, it should have been your brother, or Lupin, or Pettigrew, or hell, even McGonagall. But they didn’t. And that’s not your fucking problem. That’s on them.”

“You’ve said it yourself, Reg,” Barty says, quietly, “James is really good at hiding this from people. He kept it from his best friends, his teachers, and classmates for six years. Hell, I deal with the same shit he does and I didn’t even connect the dots until the beginning of this year.”

There’s a resigned sigh from Regulus. James thinks he might be scrubbing a hand down his face like he does when he’s stressed. The thought makes guilt pool in his gut.

“I know you’re right,” Regulus says quietly, “It’s just…a lot. Right now. It’s all just a lot to deal with right now,”

And James can’t stop the sound that’s something between a crushing sob and hysterical laughter bubble out of his throat. Here I go again, he thinks, destroying everything good in my life because I’m too fucking much. He blacks out again.

[reachingformyknife]

A second part of the Rosekiller Pretty Woman AU

I'm really trying to write as good as possible.

"Do you think fish also have a life? Like go to school, have a job, hang out with friends, or even get married?“ A black-haired guy asks his best friend. The just-mentioned best friend looks tired and sick with the bullshit the other boy is always talking. So he doesn’t respond with words, he hits the black-haired man with a book. „Ouch! Fish lives matter!“ The boy declares. His friend just sighs, frustrated, "Tell this the fish that ended up in your stomach yesterday“

They were just about to continue their important conversation when they hear a loud knock on the door of their flat. „BLACK! CROUCH! YOUR RENT IS DUE!“ a voice yells.

Barty and Regulus exchange a look before they grab the stuff they need for the night, hurry to the window, and climb out to go down the ladders. Sure, they’re for emergencies…but what is a bigger emergency than an angry lessor?

They walk next to each other to their regular club, people walking by couldn’t help but stare.

Their outfits are different from the ones “normal” people would wear, they attract attention.

But that’s the life of a call-boy.

The club was filled with people; it seems like the boys are about to have a great night. Regulus eyes wander over the crowd.

“Looking for some specific, tall, glasses wearing guy?” Barty asks, smirking while grabbing a drink at the bar.

“Fuck off.” responses the smaller one of the duo, this was answer enough for the taller one.

Just as Barty was about to continue to tease his best friend, he notices an expensive looking car stopping in front of the club.

“Hey, Reg, I’m going to give it a try.” Even before Regulus could tell him it’s a bad idea, Barty leaves the club. A handsome, blond haired guy is sitting in the driver's seat.

“This can get interesting” Barty thinks as he walks over to the car and knocks on the window.

[siriuslystargazing]

You know that moment from Arcane where powder is sobbing calling out for Violet, what if. And hear me out.

It’s Sirius and regulus.

Regulus thought he did the right thing by borrowing explosives from Barty and using them on death eaters. He didn’t think about the order members and the poor muggles that were trapped in the building. All regulus wanted to do was save his big brother.

Debris and fire consumed the warehouse bodies of innocent people and death eaters littered the floor. Sirius managed to peel himself away blood and tears smeared across his face. He’s 19 for fuck sake why is he fight a war! Sirius looked over at the body of an order member, he didn’t know his name yet he only turned 18 the other week. Sirius couldn’t help the tears that bubbled up in his eyes at the thought of it being Regulus lying there until that familiar voice came through, that naive voice “Siri! It worked!” Regulus cheered from the warehouse entrance he skidded over his face dropping at the aftermath of the bomb, he scanned Sirius he was clutching his ribs the same way he did when Walburga had finished punishing him. Sirius felt a lump form in his throat at the sight of regulus, he had a small cut to his temple but he was otherwise unscathed, unlike him.

“What?, what are you talking about” Sirius voice was low he was trying to piece it all together, “did you see me! The bomb me and Barty worked on finally worked!” Regulus beamed with pride. Sirius could feel the heat of the fire ranging around them his face remained neutral has everything hit him at once. This was Regulus’ fault.

“You did this? Regulus looked at Sirius confused, why wasn’t he proud or happy that he helped them shame crept it’s way through like cold dead hands, Sirius clutched his chest a little tighter wincing slightly “why? Why did you do this Reg?”

Regulus could feel the shame tear at him, it felt the prick of tears in his eyes. He’s done it again he messed up, regulus recoiled into himself clutching at his bag like a safety blanket “I-I was saving you” Regulus looked down at the floor still holding onto his tears, he looked over to the blood spattered glasses next to the body Sirius was standing over… surly it wasn’t James? Regulus felt his chest go tight a sob wracked it way though him “I only wanted to help” regulus felt his body go limp. “I only wanted to help!” Another sob came out, his bag hit the floor his knees felt weak. The tears finally spilled he new he was an ugly cryer so why wasn’t Sirius consoling him like he did when he was five?

Sirius held on tighter, he was angry. He said he would never get angry at Regulus but this was different “I told you to stay away!” Sirius promised himself he would never raise a hand to Regulus. But he did, it happened in a flash. One moment they were standing there the next regulus was on the floor his cheek stinging. Sirius couldn’t think couldn’t do anything he only felt hatred and anger towards his little brother.

Regulus choked on another sob, now isn’t the time for something like this “why did you leave me!” Regulus couldn’t control his emotions anymore, sob after sob came out. Tonight the past would resurface surrounded by the fires of consequence. Sirius grabbed his brothers face, it was like his the same nose and almond shaped eyes but his cheeks were rounder with adolescence, Regulus was 17 still in school it’s not June yet. “Because your a Jinx regulus! Your a fucking Jinx, a black cat in a human skin! Peter was right about you!” Sirius spat the words out at his brother, anger had finally taken control. Sirius was exactly like his father, passive until provoked to blinding rage.

Regulus continued to sob unable to draw a proper breath he kept muttering No like a mad man. “Please siri!” He choked out again and again until he saw his fathers rage within Sirius dissolve into regret, one of the many things that spectated the brothers from their parents was the fact they still had empathy and compassion for each other. Sirius moved his hand Regulus face, he just stared his his palm. Flecks of regulus blood were sneered over his palm from when he hit him. Regulus was properly ugly crying he balled his hands into fists pulling his jacket over to wipe away the tears and snot. “Sirius Please”

Sirius didn’t feel in control of his emotions or body, he thought the best thing to do was leave. He braced himself against debris and limped out of the wear house leaving regulus on the floor calling out to him.

“Sirius! Sirius please come back! Please, I need you” more sobs shot through him his breathing was erratic, Sirius let the please ring out as he hid behind the wall as he finally let the tears fall. Regulus was finally having the breakdown, everything that was pent up over the last 10 years was coming out and Sirius wasn’t there to help him though it.

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I wrote this in the train to uni so it’s not been checked, it was just an idea okay if anyone wants to improve on it be my guest lol

[astroaries98]

Confrontation...

TW: reference to abuse, swearing

The most painful thing is Pandora probably never even truly knew if Regulus succeeded or not.

Regulus, Pandora, Barty and Evan sat in an empty classroom they had commandeered for studying. They were all gathered around one desk, heads down with parchment and open books covering the wooden surface, the only sounds were the scribble of quills and the patter of rain again the windows. 

The door burst open disrupting the calm atmosphere the four students looked up in confusion as Dorcus rushed in, her eyes glistening with angry tears, her face a storm of fury. 

“Tell me why I’ve just had Nott and Mulciber corner me, call me outrages names and then when I said I’d tell you all what they had done they laughed…they laughed in my face and said none of you would care - you had finally answered the call for your higher purposes?” 

She slammed her hands on the desk nearest to Regulus and slowly looked at each one of her friends in the eyes. 

“I’m going to ask you something once and once only, and if any of you lie I can promise you I’ll know, and I have no idea what I will do.” She took a deep breath her face returning to a blank expression. “Have any of you got one of those stupid cultist marks on your arm?” 

They said nothing in return, what could they say? They knew she already knew the answer and no one wanted to be the one to confirm her worse fears…all of their worse fears. 

When no one spoke up rage and pain returned to Dorcus’s face and she grabbed Regulus' forearm and pushed back his sleeve, revealing the dark, swirling skull branded there. 

For a moment she just stood there staring at it, almost as if there was still some part of her that thought she’d find nothing. 

“How could you?” she whispered still looking at the tattoo, “How could you?” louder now, looking at Regulus right in the eyes daring him to try and make an excuse.  

“Dorcus...” he started. He was scarily calm but then again hadn’t they been preparing for this conversation for months? 

Barty looked down at the table and Evan squeezed Pandora's wrist. 

“You know, I don't actually care Reg” She let his arm drop onto the table and addressed the table as a whole again. 

"Don’t you think I don't notice you all coming back from each summer more bruised and scared than before? Don't play me for an idiot, I know who is responsible and it’s not right. How can you all support someone who allows your parents to hurt you, who is responsible for hurting you himself?” 

She choked on her words, holding back tears. 

“He’s called the fucking Dark Lord for Godric's sake, how is none of this obvious to you?”

“You don’t understand, you don’t know what it's like” Evan spoke up. “They love us, they need us, they just want what’s best for us.”

“Love shouldn’t hurt Evan, not like this” Dorcus spoke quietly now. 

Regulus and Pandora shared a very small but pained look across the table. 

“And you? Playing war just to piss off your daddy? It's pathetic Barty.” 

Barty looked up at Dorus guilt across his face, “I didn’t have anywhere else to go…” he replied allowing anger to take over him. “We don’t all get luckily, we don’t all get saintly Gryiffdores to run to.” he snapped. 

“You could have come to me Barty, I was always there.” 

Pandora inhaled at the word ‘was’.  “Dorcus…” she started but she was cut off. 

“So is it just the one of you or have you all got the mark?” she snapped.

“It’s just me Dorcus” Regulus replied, a million thoughts behind his eyes, remembering and regretting all the painful decisions that had led him to this point. 

“So what happens now? Are you all going to carry on supporting him or are you going to leave this room with me and do everything you possibly can do to make sure no more innocent people are killed?”  She demanded. 

Pandora opened her mouth to speak but Regulus shot her a pitiful look and slightly shook his head no. 

“Oh so now you all do what Prince Regulus says, he’s got the mark so you all answer to him? Is that how it works?” Dorcus flung her hands up in defeat and went to turn away. 

‘So what? It’s not like you aren’t going to fight for Dumbledore. He’s nothing different, recruiting others to carry out his plans and ideas.” Barty sneered causing Dorcus to turn back around and look at him. 

“He’s not rallying up followers to kill innocent victims in the name of fucking blood purity.” Her words cut through the thick air.  

“We didn't ask for any of it. Don’t you think we are all innocent in this?.” Evan responded. 

“No, not anymore I don’t.” She sighed.

And she left. She didn't look back, she walked out of the room calm and collected, forever gone from their lives and all their hearts broke into a million different pieces.

They sat in silence no one wanting to be the first the speak. No one wanting the reality to hit.

Suddenly, Barty pushed away from the desk and stormed out of the room, Evan instinctively followed after him worried what he might do in rage. 

Regulus carried on sitting there, sleeve still pushed up, a blank expression on his face suppressing any emotion he was feeling. 

Pandora swallowed. And moved to sit next to him. 

“Promise me” She begged silent tears streaming down her porcelain cheeks. “Promise me that Kreacher is right, that he can be destroyed because I can’t keep doing this, I can't keep losing people if it’s all for nothing…” 

Regulus looked up at her, his large grey eyes unreadable. “I promise” he whispered and Pandora knew he meant it. 

[prongss78]

barty babysitting pt. 2

barty: okay, kiddo, how would we describe this outfit, again??

barty *points to a picture of sirius*

harry: horrendous

barty: perfect! so, how are we going to let your uncle sirius know that his outfit is horrendous??

harry: does horrendous mean good?

barty: yep! now how would we say it?

harry: padfoot, your outfit is horrendous!

barty, barely containing his absolute delight: i’ve never been prouder.

evan, who’s been watching the whole time: i’m glad this is how you spend your time with harry.

[a-reverii]

▸ PEOPLE HELP THE PEOPLE⌇regulus black.

› pairing ━ ꒰ regulus black x reader ꒱

› in which ━ ꒰ regulus had been avoiding you and you come to discover why. ꒱

› content warning ━ ꒰ allusions to bad family life ; hurt / comfort ; angst ; talk of voldemort and some things that entail ; mention of cigarette usage. ꒱

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IT WAS COLD. Much too cold to be outside. Rain drenched everything in sight, leaving the castle and its grounds damp and dull. The trees and the grass did not stand tall nor mighty as they usually did, but shrunk against one another, waiting for the grey clouds to clear, fearing they never would.

It was for this very reason that all the students remained inside, whether chatting in their common rooms or getting comfortable in their dorms. Cozy, dry, warm. All but one particular boy.

A certain rebel by the name of Regulus Black sat just on the edge of a balcony, uncaring that the wind may suddenly change course or that the rain would grow ever stronger. The world to him seemed dark and grim, and in an effort to assuage this thinking he brought with him a single cigarette, the likes of which had nearly lived out its course. He might have before cared that he'd surely return sick given the weather, but to him the cold was a comfort, the rain a friend.

"You've been avoiding me."

The words that fell from your lips were sudden, unbidden, and Regulus startled, had to grip the balcony's railing so as to steady himself and avoid a rather untimely death. It was clear that he hadn't expected another to appear.

When he saw that is was you, a frown curved his lips, and he turned, all in a quite dismissive manner. You might have been less angry had he at least acknowledged you, but he must have thought it too difficult, or perhaps too much of an inconvenience, for he didn't bother.

"I've been trying to talk to you all week, you know that? I've spoken to Evan, Barty, the whole lot. They don't say a word about you."

Silence. Though you expected as much. When Regulus didn't want to converse, he simply didn't. But you wouldn't allow it. Not now.

"Regulus, answer me."

"What do you wish for me to say?"

"I don't know. Something. Anything."

A sigh fell past his lips, and you weren't quite sure whether you wanted to roll your eyes or cry upon catching sight of the solemn expression on his face.

"Please, Reg. I just want to know if something's wrong. You know you can tell me anything," you then said, softening your voice upon the realization that you had no idea what was troubling him so, and that adding to his troubles would do neither you nor him any good.

"Well, that's just it! I can't tell you! I can't tell you anything, for you'd go blabbering to those idiots that you call your friends about it ━ "

"I'd never tell the Marauders if ━ "

"And then everything will be even worse than it already is ━ "

"Reg ━ "

"and you and them would be in more danger than you already are ━ "

"Regulus ━ "

"and I just ━ I can't ━ "

"Regulus!"

He grew silent, and you continued.

"You can't truly believe that I tell them anything? I adore my friends, but there are things that you tell me that I know to keep between just the both of us, and only veritaserum could get them out of me, and even then I'd sow my mouth shut just so they wouldn't know. So, please, tell me. I will not say a word of it."

A shaky breath, a hesitation. Regulus stared at you, his expression earnest. "I got it."

You felt your entire world stop. "You got it?"

"The mark. I got the mark."

An involuntary gasp fell past your lips, and you looked at Regulus, observed his countenance which now made so much sense. You'd feared that perhaps you'd done something wrong, that perhaps he'd gone in yet another one of his fits where he decided that you were much too good for him (though this fit would have been much more dire than the last), but your fears now appeared insignificant when compared to the bitter truth.

"Did they force you?"

"No, that is the worst of it ━ I simply let it happen. I didn't say a word. When it was over, my mother even said she was proud of me, and I was awful enough to smile at it."

"But you're much too young!"

"The dark lord needs as many as he can on his side, now more than ever. When I am finished at Hogwarts, I will be working for him exclusively."

"I ━ Reg, I'm so sorry," you whispered, taking the boy in your arms into a warm embrace, starkly contrasting with the freezing nature of the rain.

A pause, and then, finally:

"You're not angry with me?"

You could never be mad at him. Not truly. Not when he stared at you the way he did, his eyes tender, his voice as delicate as it was now. You had been mad, yes, but seeing him now seemed to ease any sort of anger that you had collected throughout the week of his absence, and now all that was left was a heaping mound of sympathy. How you wished you had his stubbornness, but alas, forgiveness was a virtue that few were willing to give.

"Look, I ━ I know things have been difficult for you as of late, especially with Sirius gone. I won't pretend to know what you're going through, and I won't pretend that it is either easy or simple. From what you've told me of your family and your home ━ well, I don't believe I can judge you when I am unsure if I'd myself have the willpower to simply put up with your parents."

"Truly?"

"I would never lie to you."

The hug tightened, Regulus planting his head on your shoulder and drawing you impossibly nearer. "I cannot even begin to explain what that means to me."

"You needn't. But all that I ask is that you try to fight it ━ this ━ to the best of your capabilities. I know it is neither easy nor simple, but I ━ Regulus, I can't bear the thought of losing you to Voldemort. Please promise me."

"I'll fight, Y/n. I swear it upon my life. I will fight until I can no longer breathe. I promise."

"Until the end?"

"So long as you're by my side, until the very end."

[kxokiemonster]

“Look at them: dumb and dumber,” Regulus announced with a smile.

”Reg?” Evan called, not believing his own eyes.

Regulus felt like he was breathing after being drowning for too long. He was finally alive. He hadn’t felt like that in two years. Seeing Remus or James had appeased his heart, but seeing his bests friends was a completely new sensation.

Barty and Evan were a part of him. He couldn’t exist without the other two. Regulus didn’t know what being happy was without Evan’s arm around his shoulders and Barty laugh at some stupid joke. He hadn’t known sadness until he saw them crying. And he hadn’t felt death until he opened his eyes after the cave knowing he probably wouldn’t see neither of them again.

But now they were there. His eyes were running up and down both men trying to absorb their appearance which had change quite a bit in the last two years.

It didn’t surprise him when a hex was shot in his direction, dodging it with a move of his wand. The attacks didn’t stop, one after another kept coming in his direction. Regulus knew his friends well enough to see what their next moves were going to be, the only thing that prevented him from dying because not only they were fast, Barty and Evan were really good.

From the corner of his eye he could see Remus and James with a firm grip on their wands but he dismissed them with a gesture of his hand. It was his fight.

He spent a few more minutes in the duel until he saw his opening. “Expelliarmus!” he shouted. 

It was a stupid move. He knew the moment the word spilled from his mouth. Evan was good with wandless magic so he was still capable enough to hurt him and Barty was a force to reckon with.

“You’re going to die,” Barty promised and Regulus didn’t doubt his words for a second.

“Amicus ad aras”

Both Death Eaters stumbled, taken aback. “What did you just say?” Evan hissed, rage taking over his green eyes darkening them.

Regulus bent himself to pick the bottom of his trouser. He hissed when a burning hex got his hand. “Bloody idiots, I’m showing you,” he accused. He rolled the pant leg until his thigh was exposed, thanking his past self for not wearing something skinny. There, just above his right knee rested the words Amicus ad aras in fine lines. “We got them in fourth year after drinking half the cabinet in your dad’s office for my birthday,” he explained, his gaze never leaving Barty.

Evan patted his leg as if the words were directed to his own tattoo. “Barty did them with a rusty needle his mom used to sew with,” Evan chuckled at the memory.

“I’m still not sure how we didn’t get an infection,” Regulus let out half a smile.

“Because I cleaned the needle, you distrustful fuckers,” Barty complained althugh he was smiling

The three of them shared a look for a second before they started moving. Evan was the one who saw him first, but Barty was the one who got to hug him first. Remus, Sirius nor James looked too happy about it, but Regulus could only laugh as Barty almost knocked him with a hug.

Regulus buried his hands on Barty’s clothes, trying to remember every little detail: the smell of his hair, the weight of his hands on his waist, the sound of his laughter. He got about three seconds of a beautiful reunion before feeling the sharp stab of teeth trying to pierce his skin.

“Ow! Ow! He’s biting me! Evan, do something!” he yelled angry, ready to kick Barty, but the brunette was hugging him like an octopus so it was difficult to get rid of him.

James took a step forward, ready to hex Barty. Evan beat him to it, just grabbing Barty by the hair and yanking him until his face was far from Regulus’ neck. The Black touched his neck hesitant, not amused by the sight of blood. Nonetheless, the smile never left his face.

“Cass told me you went crazy. I didn’t know she meant crazy possessive, you little bitch,” he snarked with a smile.

Barty looked at him for a second before starting to laugh like a madman, who made the other two break laughing. The Marauders looked at them concerned, not knowing what to do.

“I told you his whole lot was just crazy,” Sirius murmured to James.

James nodded absently, admiring how Barty had fallen to his knees and was hugging Regulus by the hip, his head just hidden in the stomach of the Black, who was stroking his hair like it was a common occurrence. His eyes, however, were dark and ready to attack if Barty decided to bite him again. 

Evan, meanwhile, had opted to stand as close as he could to Regulus in fear he would disappear in any instant. To that, James could relate.

“Barty hexed four Death Eaters trying to find you. We had a handful of problems asking about you,” Evan started explaining.

“You never told us where you went,” Barty complained when Regulus started telling them his last two years.

“I died. Long story. That’s why I’ve come back. What I did worked and now I need your help”

Barty stood up quickly, frowning. “What are we going to do?”

“We are going to hex some more people, starting with the people that killed the McKinnons. After that,” he looked directly at Barty, a smile dancing on his lips, “you are going to become daddy’s perfect boy and get a job with him”

“You better be joking,” Barty sighed.

“I wish, But believe me, you are going to like where this ends”

[propheciesanddreams]

As Long As You Love Me

cw: mentions of vomiting non-graphic. mentions of murder non-graphic (idk do we cw for that they are death eaters). referenced abuse (parent to child).

"What did you do this time?" His best friend is standing there in front of him, arms crossed and a stern expression on his face when Barty stumbles into the dorm room late that night.

"Nothing." Barty smirks. With a tilt of his head he adds, "Nothing they didn't already have coming to them." This much is true.

"Who this time?" Evan pinches the bridge of his nose but Barty can see the slight tug of his lips like he's trying not to smile.

"Potter and his crew, what do they call themselves again?"

"Marauders," Regulus pipes up from his bed where he's reading. He doesn't look up or put the book down, he's long since grown tired of Barty's shit. Barty loves him, really.

"Ridiculous name that. Yeah them. Potter was going on about the game Saturday and I may have accidentally vanished all their quidditch equipment into the Lake." Barty shrugged and went over to his bed. He left off the part where they had actively been using the equipment but they really hadn't fallen that far. Besides, Lupin had cast a cushioning charm on the ground in time. The worst that happened was Potter's hair got messed up, which wasn't far off from how it usually looked. "You better beat them on Saturday, Reg." He adds.

"Plan on it." Regulus replies, again without looking up. Barty assumes they're done discussing his activities of the day and starts digging through his trunk for something to snack on; he's mostly out of all the sweets he bought last Hogsmeade trip. He’ll have to get more.

"Got any pepper imps?" He asks the room at large. Evan rolls his eyes at him, which he finds quite rude. He's still standing there with his arms crossed. "Come on Ev, am I in trouble?" He throws his arms around his friend's shoulders because with Barty there is no such thing as personal space. He fully drapes himself over Evan's side looking into his eyes with a pleading look. They're roughly the same height, Evan just a few inches shorter which means Barty is leaning down slightly to meet his gaze.

"You can't afford another detention, your father is alre–"

"My father can go suck dragon eggs." Barty cuts him off and pushes away from Evan, now mirroring him by crossing his own arms and narrowing his eyes. "Besides, I didn't get detention, did I? You know Potter, they'll just retaliate, then we will retaliate, and no one will get in trouble unless somebody tells." He looks pointedly at Evan when he says this last bit.

Evan sighs and runs a hand through his hair, lifting it and combing his hand slowly through so that it falls gently back over his face. He says he needs a haircut but Barty rather likes it like this, floppy and in his eyes.

"Fine." His hands fall to his side in defeat. "Fine, but seriously you need to start being more careful!"

"Yeah, yeah. Are you angry with me?"

"No, you bastard. I'm not angry with you." He sighs again and offers a small smile. Barty surges forward and kisses his cheek.

~~~

"Ev?" He calls into the curtains that are closed around his friend's bed. He's probably asleep, it's gone two in the morning. Barty can't sleep though, his left arm is searing hot and the pain is shooting through his entire body. The Dark Lord makes sure he cannot be ignored. Even though Barty is not expected to respond, since he's still at Hogwarts. Though he has noticed that Regulus' curtains are open and the bed is empty. The bedsheets don't look like he's slept in them at all tonight.

There's no answer from Evan's bed so Barty risks opening the curtains and climbing onto the bed anyway.

"Ev?" He asks again. The bed really isn't big enough for the both of them, now at seventeen they've both grown into themselves and it's much different from seven years ago when they were eleven and all three dormmates could fit on a single bed.

Evan stirs and rolls over to face Barty. His golden hair flops into his eyes as he rubs sleep out of them. For a minute Barty doesn't feel the pain in his arm anymore, his thoughts focus on how beautiful Evan is and how much he wishes to lean forward and kiss him.

"What is it, Barty? What time's it?" Evan slurs out, sleep still dripping heavily around his words. Barty shakes out of his thoughts and remembers why he came here in the first place.

"Ev… I think I've messed up." He admits. He really wishes he didn't feel this way. Regulus was the first of them, at sixteen he followed the Dark Lord without question, returning after the summer with the Mark branded and carrying himself with more confidence than he already had.

Barty had found out and immediately wanted to prove himself. After all, this was exactly the kind of thing his father would hate. The ministry was the entire world to Barty's father and it elated him to think of that world crumbling around the miserable man.

Just last week when they were supposed to be in Hogsmeade, he and Regulus had instead apparated to the Black family home where he had met Lord Voldemort for the first time. He'd been intimidated, scared, and determined all at once. Here was a man of such immense power and Barty was going to prove himself worthy of his time. After, as he watched the ink spread over his arm, he could hardly contain his glee. It was only Regulus standing stoically at his side that had him hiding that excitement.

Now a week later, he's felt the Mark burn three times. Each time he's gone to breakfast the following morning and scoured the Prophet. Three Muggles Dead Inside Their Home in Leeds. and Nottingham Muggleborn Couple Attacked After a Night at the Theatre. and Muggle Law Enforcement in Bristol Issues a Curfew After Last Night's Vicious Murders. At first Barty itched to participate, to cause more trouble than the petty fear he spreads around Hogwarts. It's easy to scare a third year with a few properly aimed hexes, he wants the challenge of actually being out there. He wants to prove himself worthy of the cause.

Tonight, however, he felt the Mark burn and felt sick to his stomach. He'd had an immense visceral reaction and had to rush out of the common room before he was sick all over Regulus' herbology essay (because the swot was still doing schoolwork and maintaining top of class grades as if he weren't already set up for life with his family name and status with Lord Voldemort).

"What is it, Barty?" Evan asked, he'd sat up straighter and his eyes looked clearer, sleep having been blinked away while Barty was lost to his thoughts. His eyebrows knit together in concern but Barty didn't say anything in response, he just looked Evan in the eyes. The other boy must have seen the hurt within them because he reached out and grabbed his left hand to pull him further onto the bed. It was a simple gesture in itself but the cool of his hand caused instant relief up Barty's arm and he sighed in gratitude.

"I think I fucked up." Barty repeated. Without saying anything, Evan guessed at what was happening. Maybe he had seen Barty grasp at his arm the last few times this week, especially that first night when the pain came as a shock and he bit his lip to keep from crying out. Evan carefully rolled Barty’s pyjama sleeve up and revealed the dark ink there, the serpent and the skull entangled together a symbol of the death they will ensure to the muggle loving world the ministry has encouraged.

"When?" Evan asked, his fingers a comforting cool as they skirted over the Mark.

"Last Hogsmeade trip. I don't–I don't know if I can do this." He admits. "Maybe I'm not worthy enough."

“He wouldn’t take a gamble.” Evan said with a reverence Barty had never heard. He hadn’t even realized that Evan had kept up with the cause aside from the small details Regulus had provided them both with over the last year. “Whatever you did, he believes in you.”

“I—I don’t know that I can do this. Not alone.” Barty is so close to crying now. Something about Evan being right there beside him makes him feel safe for the first time in a week.

Evan looks up at him, blue eyes meeting green ones. There’s determination on his face and before he even speaks a shudder of dread overtakes Barty.

“Then I’ll join too.”

When the school year ends a month later, Evan proves himself and receives the Mark as well. That night they hold hands in the dark completely silent; they’re both too afraid to speak their true fears into the air around them.

~~~

“You were brilliant, you were. Can’t believe you took a chunk of the old bastard’s nose with you. Of course you would, because you’re brilliant. No one else like you. No one will ever replace you.”

Barty kneels on the cold earth, completely alone. He pulls his cloak around him tighter against the cold air. His left arm by contrast has been burning hot for thirty minutes now and he knows that if he ignores it any longer he’s going to be in for a world of hurt.

It’s just that Barty simply does not care. Nothing can cause him any more pain than he is already in. How much pain can the Cruciatus curse be after the pain of losing his two best friends? What’s a hex after it feels like his heart has been ripped out still beating to leave him bleeding on the earth below him?

His eyes scan up at the cool stone in front of him, Evan Alexander Rosier, the words etched there barely look real. He’s seen that name so many times in the last ten years. He’s made fun of that middle name. He has curled that ‘R’ around his tongue as he flirted across the breakfast table. He’s called out that name in their most intimate moments, Evan… Evan…Ev…

Now he doesn’t get to say it anymore. Now he’s been taken away because Barty fucked up. Because Barty was supposed to be there. He was supposed to be on that mission except his father, his fucking father had come calling to his flat as soon as the Mark had burned. Evan had excused himself, making it appear as though he wanted to give father and son a moment alone together and apparating from their doorstep he had left for the last time. Barty was supposed to be there to keep Evan safe. He’d fucked up and this time Evan wasn’t around to forgive him.

His wand slipped into his palm as he rose and the spell was past his lips before he was conscious of it. It hit the tree beside him, splintering it in half with a loud crack!

“I fucked up, Ev.” He whispered past tears. “Please forgive me.” Then he disapparated, not even sure where he was headed.

~~~

He lowered his wand and stared into the space before him. Only the trees looked back at him.

He couldn’t believe it. After all these years, all this time, he was free. He was fucking free!

He has the fleeting thought of a promise made years ago in a different lifetime. When they’d felt a very different type of freedom; they’d been doe eyed excited children new to the power magic presented them with, their desires plentiful and their arms clear.

“I’ll make him pay.” Barty had muttered under his breath, pacing back and forth in their dorm.

“What with? A lumos or an alohomora?” Evan teased with a grimace as he pulled a vest on, covering the worst of the marks on his back.

“We won’t always be small. We’re going to learn more magic and we will be bigger than them one day.” Barty replied with determination. He kicked his trunk, regretting it immediately when pain searing up his leg.

“Just drop it, Crouch!” Evan warned. He sat down on his bed with an exhausted expression. At twelve years old, he looked older than he should. Hogwarts could shield him from only so much before he had to go back home.

They were silent then. The only sound was a steady thumping as Barty kept kicking his trunk, lighter this time.

“I’m going to kill him.” Barty declared resolutely after neither had spoken for several long minutes. The toe of his left foot had begun to go numb and he stopped his rhythmic kicks.

“You can’t.”

“Watch me. Just watch me, Ev.” It was one of the first times he had used the nickname. He couldn’t name love for what it was at twelve, nor really had he been able to at seventeen, or at twenty. That’s what it was though, when he stared into those eyes, he felt nothing but love.

“Watch me kill them both. They will pay for thinking they can hurt us.”

He had been so resolute. The certainty with which he had spoken was only that which a twelve year old, unaware of the boundaries of the world, could hold. Now, all these years later, he has done it.

Evan’s father still lives but that’s not an issue, once his Master is back and Barty is free from posing as this ridiculous man, the daily reminder of his one love’s murderer, he will make sure Evan’s father meets the same fate his own just has. Then they can both be free. They can both breathe.

Barty takes the bone he’s transfigured his father’s corpse into and buries it. He buries it deep where no one would even think to find it. Then he paces a few steps behind a tree and vomits.

Still a softie after all these years? Evan teases in his ear. Barty can hear the lightness in his laughter and the warmth of his breath on his neck. He wipes his mouth clean with the back of his hand.

“Shove off, Rosier.” He mutters in that gruff voice of the man he’s pretending to be. At this point he’s not even sure he remembers what his own voice sounds like. Of course, he would never forget this voice though. He tries to walk away but Evan is clear behind him, trailing his every step back through the forest towards the castle. Barty burns under those eyes. He longs to actually reach out and touch more than just the night air and his imagination.

Are you quite done with all this pretending? Evan asks, sure and steady, not a waver in his voice. Barty stops walking. The leaves rustle in the trees overhead and he thinks he hears something scurry across the forest floor not far from him.

“Will you forgive me, Ev?” He asks instead. In that moment it’s all that matters. Real or not he needs to know that Evan forgives him, that he still loves him, wherever he is now.

That’s a nice look you’ve got going for you. Evan responds. Barty blinks and he’s gone. He wants to fall to his knees then, wants to wail and scream until something from the forest finds him. Instead he swallows down around a sob threatening to come up and goes to find Potter.

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Prompt 6 - Book

@rosekillermicrofic September 6, word count 630

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He hadn’t heard anything from Regulus since he’d gone to meet Jack. Damn it, James! His body had begun itching with the fear that something was wrong. Regulus hadn’t answered his messages or the ten phone calls Barty had made since this morning. 

“He’ll contact us when he can. The burger beast might be having another family meeting, and you know he can’t even touch his phone in those.” Evan tried his best to calm him, but Barty’s mind would not be quiet. He had scenario after scenario spinning around in his mind’s eye. He was this close to tracking down Jasper. Damn it, James! Or that good-for-nothing brother of Regulus’s at his little café. 

He’d got as far as retrieving his boots when Evan stopped him. “Babe, going in guns blazing is not going to work. Why don’t I take your mind off it?” Evan’s eyes were twinkling in that wicked way that made Barty’s mouth water. He whined pitifully, his head snapping between the front door and the bedroom door. He finally growled, grabbed Evan’s arm and dragged him into the bedroom. 

The doorbell rang, but as Evan was looming over him, ready to make him see stars, they both chose to ignore it. It was probably only a bunch of churchies trying to get him to repent his wicked ways. They could leave a leaflet. They always did anyway. Then his phone rang and Avril Lavigne’s Girlfriend blared out of the speaker. Regulus's ringtone. Evan grabbed it before Barty could shove him off. Evan answered it and put it on speaker. 

“Reg?!” Barty croaked. 

“Can - can you come open the door? I-I-I don’t have my key,” He was crying. Barty did actually go to shove Evan off him this time, but Evan was already on his feet, tossing Barty his jeans while he dragged his own back on. Barty didn’t even stop, he pulled his jeans on as he rushed towards the door, not even stumbling in the process. A trick he’d learnt in his youth when he’d had to book it after hooking up with people he shouldn’t have been when their spouses came home early. He wrenched the door open, its hinges protesting, and took in his friend's tear-stained face looking up at him from where he'd fallen to his knees. Barty fell to the floor next to Regulus and wrapped his arms around him. Regulus shook uncontrollably as a fresh wave of tears cascaded down his face. “I was so scared,” Regulus confessed. “I thought she was going to kill me,” Barty had to suck the rage he was suddenly engulfed by back down. He wasn’t angry at Regulus after all, but Walburga Black’s days were numbered. 

Evan helped him move Regulus inside off the street and the three of them curled up on the sofa together, for once Barty not thinking about how near to a threesome they were. 

“We can cancel tonight, Pandora won’t mind,” Evan told Regulus, handing him another tissue. The raven-haired boy shook his head no. 

“No, I need something to take my mind off it,” Regulus hiccuped softly. 

“Alright, darling, whatever you want,” Barty told him, pressing a kiss onto the top of his head, Regulus's silken curls brushing against his lips. Regulus let his head loll onto Barty’s shoulder, silently thanking him for the contact. 

“You can stay here as long as you want,” Evan said again. Regulus nodded. 

“Thanks, guys,” He gave them his first smile since he’d got there and Barty let out a relieved breath. He’d be fine, and he was finally out of that evil house. Now Barty could focus on sussing out this new pretty boy of his, James. Hey look at that he finally got it right on the first try. 

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