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“Just a few days now,” Regulus said, hopping down from his perch on his windowsill. He hadn’t gotten home that long ago, having just finished unravelling the elaborate braids he’d pinned his hair up in. “Just a few days, and a couple hours locked in a room with everyone we know, and then we’ll be free to disappear off to wherever you want to go.”

He crossed the room, untying his tie and tossing it on the nightstand before flopping on the bed. “Are you ready, love?”

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“A few days...?” Barty sat in one of his arm chairs, watching Regulus sat in his windowsill and allowing himself to appreciate how beautiful he looked in the faint moonlight that was managing to creep in. He had a light on his bedside table but almost wished he’d thought to put it out. He knew what Regulus was talking about of course, but hearing him describe their plans was satisfying.

“Oh yes,” he agreed as if suddenly remembering, and he watched Regulus climb into his bed with something heavy in they grey of his eyes. “How couldn’t I be ready? It feels like i’ve been waiting years already.”

With a grin, he stood up and walked over to his bed, before allowing himself to fall backward into it net to Regulus. Folding his hands on his belly, he looked up at him with fondness in his eyes. “Are you ready, kitten?”

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Amycus hadn’t started out with any amount of respect for Barty Crouch. His father at least seemed no-nonsense, ruthless, if a little misguided, but Barty himself was weak, sickly, useless. Or at least, so he’d thought; their adventure with Ari Avery, the wonderful night in the homeless shelter, had grudgingly changed Amycus’s opinion. He still didn’t respect the mask that Barty presented to the world – it seemed like cowardice, pretending to be who you weren’t – but knowing that he was secretly devious, bloodthirsty and fun as hell certainly helped.

His respect for Barty was one of the reasons he hadn’t cursed Gilderoy Lockhart into a million tiny smithereens.

His anger at Gilderoy still simmered under his skin like electricity, but so too did his gratitude. He had been shocked to discover that he was pleased Delilah hadn’t been hurt at the Halloween debacle, and that had been entirely as a result of Barty Crouch – yet another surprise.

If he hadn’t already had business with Crouch he’d never have approached him. It was one thing to be grateful; it was quite another to actuallythank the man, especially without prompting. But he did have business, and they’d been chatting idly  for a while before Amycus interrupted the conversation with: “I heard about Halloween. Why did you save her?”

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Barty had been watching Amycus for a small time before Voldemort decided to send him on missions with other death eaters. He’d heard things about him, of course, in school and from strangers as well as from his Lord himself, but he hadn’t been expecting to have quite as good a time with him as he had ended up doing. As some of the first people allowed in on the secret of his mask, Ari Avery and Amycus Carrow were fun to work with. Their first mission together in the homeless shelter had been entertaining, and the entertainment he and Amycus had gotten up to after their work was over was even moreso. The idea of working with him again was thrilling for more reason than just the thought of blood, sweat, and tears.

He’d taken up the offer of discussing plans for their next outing at Amycus’s home, and they had been sitting there for some small while now. Barty had slipped off his sweater and his shoes, was folded up lazily in his seat and drinking directly from a bottle of vodka he’d brought himself. He was comfortable, and thinking idly of the business he had with Amycus, when the man interrupted their conversation with a question.

Grey eyes slipped back over to Amycus and Barty regarded him for a moment before his brows furrowed and he turned to take another sip of his drink before speaking.

“She’s yours,” he explained simply, not understanding why the action was questioned in the first place. “She belongs to you, and you’re a friend of mine, or something like that,” a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips but slipped back to blank quickly enough.

He didn’t need to bother forcing expression when he wasn’t wearing the mask, after all.

“Fucking weird to be asking about it. Did you not want her to be saved?”

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Gilderoy could feel the flush spreading across his cheeks and down his neck. Kissing Barty was indeed one of the better ways to distract himself, surely, but for once he wasn’t certain if it worked. Hell it almost made the electric squirming feeling worse. When Barty parted his lips, Gilderoy did the same even though he’d never really enjoyed the results. Maybe this time would be different. He’d not felt this way before, not in any lasting sort of manner he’d ever felt like dealing with. Now…

“I… should I?” He asked, squirming a bit in Barty’s grasp. He knew that normal people could figure out loads of ways to deal with this sort of thing, but he wasn’t normal. He’d never wanted to be normal in his entire life. Maybe this time, though… this time could be different. “What would I say?”

Gilderoy seemed hesitant and Barty parted from him the slightest bit, loosened his grip around the man’s waist so he could keep squirming and squirm himself entirely away if he felt so inclined but Gilderoy didn’t seem to be trying to move away from him so much as deal with the feelings they were currently discussing. Barty saw the blush in his cheeks and leaned over to kiss at the color there.

“You should,” he agreed easily, kissing the bridge of Gilderoy’s nose and giving him a moment to breathe, he seemed to need it. Emotions were exhausting, but Barty hoped that perhaps these were exciting for Gilderoy as well, in some ways.

The mask let out a small chuckle against Gilderoy’s cheek, and he considered that for a moment, thinking of the ways in which he would tell Regulus he was sexy. “Tell him he’s beautiful, and how he’s making you feel. Nothing to be embarrassed about...” He nipped smally at Gilderoy’s cheek bone.

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“I’m sure you have plenty of good ideas,” she responded, almost automatically.  Delilah was mostly focused on the distinct fact that she hadn’t come up with a plan to get out of there, but then again, she hadn’t wanted to come into the maze. But she looked over at him and then let out a small laugh. “Yes, i’m sure that the hat saw that you belonged in Ravenclaw,” she responded. It was strange, really, how the hat knew just where to put you. She had never really questioned it, or put much thought into it. It was just how it was.

But Delilah was sure that she would not have done well in Ravenclaw. No, she fit into Slytherin just fine. Her sense of self preservation was too much. After all, she had basically lived her life in that way, hadn’t she? With her sister. She had cared more for her parents loving her, rather than joining her sister in quiet rebellion. This life just suited her.

“Well, yes,” she said with a small laugh. “Besides that,” she said, nodding her head. 

As he spoke, she nodded her head slightly. She understood Father’s that were away quiet a lot. Her own Father spent half the time gone, with Ministry business and his…other business. “The hospital again? Is everything alright?” She questioned.

But then she felt the chill, and pulled her arms around her. “What is that?”

He’d hardly heard Delilah’s questioning about his most recent trip to the hospital, all focus immediately turned to the cold bleeding into the area around them. Barty had been using his patronus up until this point, having been alone, but now that he had Delilah with him he couldn’t deal with the situation so simply. The mask wasn’t capable of a patronus in the first place, let alone a corporeal form as Barty could produce. He grit his teeth at Delilah’s question, as if it wasn’t obvious already what was coming for them.

“D-Dementors,” the mask breathed out nervously, and that’s when he finally caught sight of them. Floating down over one of the walls opposite them, its cloak dark and foreboding and instilling a coldness in his heart at sight of it and Barty spoke quickly, “run!” before grabbing Delilah’s arm and yanking her after him as he ran them in the opposite direction, panting hard for the effort it would take for the mask to keep up running at such a pace. Barty got them a few corners away before he absolutely had to stagger himself to a stop, let go of Delilah and collapse against a wall. His breaths were shuddering in his chest and the mask asked, “are they gone?”

But the cold was coming back. And Barty felt frozen for a split second, both knowing that he needed to protect himself and Amycus Carrow’s wife and that he would have to break his cover entirely in order to do it. Allowing Delilah Carrow to see beyond the mask without Voldemort’s requiring him to do so meant no leverage beyond his own word to keep her quiet about the truth of him once she knew.

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Of course he deserved all the attention. He was Gilderoy David Lockhart. Attention was his right. But it always felt best when it came from the people he cared for, and it felt like molten fireworks in his veins when it came from Barty or Regulus. He feel nothing but this for the rest of his life and die a happy man.

“I just,” Gilderoy struggled for words, tilting to kiss Barty again to buy himself more time. “I just… do? It’s hard to explain. Looking at him makes me feel all… electric, and kind of squirmy in the middle? Sexy feels like… the right word? From what other people describe, anyway. It seems to fit. Like how kissing you always fits.”

Barty pulled away only enough so Gilderoy would be able to speak clearly, their noses still brushing and it was all the same, Gilderoy was kissing him again almost immediately as if he needed to stall his answer. Barty smiled into his kiss, brushing his thumb across Gilderoy’s jawline. When he pulled away and answered properly, Barty let out a light, breathy sort of giggle at his answer.

“Yeah,” he agree with a little nod, “that sounds like sexy, to me,” and for good measure he kissed Gilderoy deeper this time, parting his lips and prompting GIlderoy to do the same.

He was grinning when he pulled away and asked in a teasing sort of tone, “are you going t’tell Reg...?”

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Regulus. Gilderoy isn’t lesser, or different, I just… Reg’s always been here. I can’t live without him anymore. I won’t live without Regulus Black.

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“Sorry, sorry.” Gilderoy murmured, shifting to hold a bit more of his own weight. Barty had brought his cane after all and Gil didn’t want to make things harder for him. Fiances weren’t meant to make things harder. Only happier. Maybe also harder and happier, if it was sexy things. Not normally his cup of tea, but maybe… 

He leaned his head to the side to give Barty better access to his neck, his own hands on Barty’s waist now. There was a wide, easy smile on his face and even with his eyes closed he could almost picture what Barty’s expression might look like. 

“I love parties.” Gilderoy said happily, trusting that he wouldn’t have to explain why. After all he’d been glowing under attention all evening. And Barty was good at noticing things.

“S’hard not to look at either of you all the time.” He agreed, then hesitated a moment before, “He looks really sexy in that, I think.” The words came out a bit quiet and scared and entirely unsure. He could trust Barty with them, though. He had to be able to trust Barty with them.

Barty grinned widely against Gilderoy’s neck, having been watching him and Regulus go about their own business as they pleased that night and of course Gilderoy loves parties. He thrived in all of the same environments as Regulus, places where people could see him and acknowledge him and utterly adore him being there. Gilderoy had been shining all night even before he’d decided to grace Barty with his company.

“Of course you do,” he mumbled as he brushed his mouth back up to Gilderoy’s ear and caught the shell between his teeth momentarily so he could nip at it, “you’ve been getting so much attention tonight Gilderoy,” and he pulled back a moment to kiss him on the mouth again. “You deserve it.”

He preened in Gilderoy’s compliments, felt himself pool with satisfaction at the reminder that the golden man thought he was beautiful. He was still smiling, but his mouth paused kissing Gilderoy’s jaw a moment at his next words. The word ‘sexy’ coming from Gilderoy’s mouth was entirely new and exciting in its own ways. “You think?” he bumped his mouth against Gilderoy’s ear, lowered his voice and asked, “what makes you think so?”

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“Making assumptions is part of the journalist’s job! I think. Not really sure. Is it? Lily doesn’t, but maybe she’s just like, really good at it. At journalisting.” Gilderoy said, listing a little forward into Barty’s grip. So strong. Definitely strong, even with all the surgery scars. Had enough people told Barty was he gorgeous? Gil wasn’t sure. He hoped so. At least Regulus did. That much he knew for sure.

“No, I’ve also spent time making your gorgeous crown, and thinking about how good you and Regulus look. You look very very good!  And Regulus is all… distracting.

“You’re really good at kissing.”

“Hmm... Steady, Gilderoy,” Barty giggled under his breath, bracing himself to hold up Gilderoy’s weight as well as his own. He’d been using his cane on and off all night but at the moment he had it around his wrist and Gilderoy’s own two feet on the ground as well were stable enough for him. He tilted his head against Gilderoy’s with their foreheads still pressed together, nudging both of their masks a little off-center. “I wouldn’t know about a journalist’s job, i’m not a journalist... But i’m sure you’re right.”

He actually hadn’t the slightest idea if Gilderoy was talking sense at the moment, he was drunk and Barty was unfamiliar with journalism aside from the occasional article he read from Gilderoy, himself. His articles were always creative, and amusing, and Barty appreciated them greatly. But Gilderoy was meant to be having a good time that night, not wasting his time working.

“As long as you’re having a good time-” he snickered into Gilderoy’s hair, taking a little breath, feeling light and warm and squirmy at being told how good he looked and especially, how good Regulus looked. He brought his mouth down closer to Gilderoy’s ear and murmured, “I don’t blame you. Hard not to look at Reg, isn’t it...?”

The corners of his mouth tugged up into a little smile, and this time he kissed Gilderoy’s neck, just below his ear. His hands molded firmly to the sides of his neck.

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“Fun? Well, I’m already dressed for that.” Cassius stuck out their tongue with a giggle under their mask, “At least I mostly am. God, wouldn’t that be fun? I mean like. An explosion.” Casisus always loved a good explosiion. They felt jittery just thinking about it. 

“Unless you mean sex, because then I’m dressed, and that’s the not good thing. Also you’re ENGAGED,” They punctuated their laughing with a smack on Barty’s chest, “You should, like at least ask first. Probably. I can’t, even like trade. Like, husbands. Partners? People. I don’t have a Regulus.”  

More laughtered bubbled up out of them for reasons unseen. Cassius loved being drunk. Made the world spin a little more happily, you know? And they weren’t guilty for anything! They could just blame it on the alcohol. In theory, at least. “Just. Oh, Barty. I wanna watch someone go up in flames.” They grabbed the lapel of his suit jacket all too tightly, “Just burst and burn all at once, wouldn’t that be wonderful, to hear them screaming?” 

“What are you bloody on about, Cass?” The mask laughed back nervously though Barty knew very well that they were referring to their mask, intricate and shaped like a skull much like the masks they donned when serving their Lord. But Cassius had never been privy to the knowledge of Barty, so he had to keep it up that he didn’t understand. In reality, he wished that there could be an opportunity that night for him to wear his face and cause some mayhem but his Lord hadn’t wished it so and so they would have to settle for some lighter fun.

His arms wrapped again around Cassius’s waist though the idea that they could somehow get up to anything sexual in this ballroom was laughable. He grinned crookedly down at the other, laughed at their assumption that somehow his being engaged would change something about their friendship. “We’re open- But since when have you cared about my matters with Regulus...?” The mas was teasing but Barty felt warm and heavy. And he lit up at Cassius’s suggestion, leaning down towards them with their grabbing at the front of his jacket.

“And their faces all screwed up in pain,” he agreed, already picturing it in his head, but he shook it off quickly as the mask was want to do, leaned in and kissed Cass on the cheek on his way to their ear, whispering to them, “I was thinking we could see how many of those gigantic dresses we can burn up before anyone notices. I bet we could have half the wix here leaving singed and unaware at the end of the night.”

He caught their ear between his teeth for a quick nibble before pulling away again to look them in the eyes.

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Aurora had been trying to mingle and connect with people, but her sense of voice recognition was worse than she gave herself credit for. There were a couple people here and there she could pick out who had distinguishable voices, yet most people remained a mystery. She made her way towards the edge of the room once more, just to collect her bearings, when someone she was about to pass spoke to her. “I was just passing, but I hope your night is going alright,” she cooed. 

“Alright,” Barty responded, glad that she hadn’t been approaching him specifically and that he wouldn’t now be expected to hold a conversation. “You too.”

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“You know that’s probably not healthy, right?” She laughed. “But who am I to judge, I started drinking before I even got here, and I haven’t slowed down since.”

“I’ll be dead by thirty regardless,” Barty raised his glass smally before taking a drink. “Healthy’s never been my thing.”

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Bellatrix had been swarmed with their dark heart’s bidding. Rodolphus wasn’t even able to join them for this ball. However, they understood, because this was a mission in itself. It’s the only reason they hadn’t spent their day with shears over a sink, slicing off the hair their mother made them cater when they were younger. They didn’t even bother to enchant it darker either. Very few people held Bellatrix’s interest that were at the ball. They saw potential and after a few drinks that potential was wasted through piss.

No doubt they watched each person closely even with their mask. Tapping their hands on the Lestrange cane they had borrowed for the ‘after party’. They could use the ammo to bond with Regulus later, but as they thought about their younger cousin they spotted Barty. Boldly they moved with utmost confidence that everyone would steer away from them. If not.. well, they always had a violet side they needed a bitter sweet release to.

‘Hello, something you need?’

“You.” The menacing charming voice carried their blunt answer. Bellatrix tried a smile, but they weren’t that used to smiling in this environment. It appeared to be a smile closer to a predator than that of a mutual ally. They had an agenda, and that agenda was to ask Barty about their baby cousin. However, they needed to make sure.. there wasn’t an exit near. “Dance with me.” 

They approached him quick and direct, and Barty straightened the moment he heard the sound of that voice, of course recognizing it immediately as belonging to Bellatrix Lestrange, having heard it so many times before, in so many settings. Somehow it still felt strange to be seeing them surrounded by party goers in extravagant and audacious clothing.

“Yes?” He asked as he moved to hold his own weight again, his cane slipping to hook around his wrist. His eyebrows quirked at their request, a strange tugging feeling in his middle at the suggestion, and he nodded curtly, offfering his hand and leading Bellatrix onto the dance floor.

Barty was trained in classic ballroom styles, pulled Bellatrix easily to him but didn’t assume that he would be leading as he would with others. Instead his hand found their shoulder and he waited for the weight of their hand on the small of his back, allowed himself to be led with the music and asked immediately under his breath, “is there something I can help you with, Bellatrix?” He didn’t need to wear his mask for Bellatrix but they were in a rather public setting, still.

There were few as close to his Lord as he and Bellatrix, and for that Barty held the highest respect for them.

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@staygoldengilderoy No AU, just real life // Someone To Fall Back On - Aly Michalka

Barty grunted softly as he heaved Regulus’s drunken, tired form onto the bed. Gilderoy climbed in on the other side and was snuggling up against Regulus’s side as immediately as he hit the bed. His boys were both still fully dressed, all gold and covered in glitter as Regulus’s dress had made sure all of them would be. He righted himself beside the bed, reaching up to his collar to undo his bow tie and remove his suit jacket. Gilderoy opened his eyes for a moment and Barty paused in what he was doing to stare back at him with such a fondness in his eyes that he hadn’t known was possible for him to have for two like this. Not after so long only having one.

“Get to sleep, Gilderoy,” he murmured softly to the golden man in his bed, reaching down and running a hand through Gilderoy’s hair, brushing his hair back and out of his face and when he pulled his hand back he let the backs of his fingers brush against Regulus’s cheek. Gilderoy closed his eyes, and Barty turned away to finish undressing, feeling the weight of his feelings settle into the bottoms of his feet as he considered all that he would do for the men laying in the bed behind him. All that they were capable of doing themselves.

If anyone ever tried lay harm to either of them, they would have Barty to answer to. For now, left only in undershirt and briefs, he climbed into bed with them, pressing himself fully to Gilderoy’s back and reaching his lanky arms around the both of them in one.

Closing his eyes, Barty let the sounds of their breathing put him to sleep.

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Luke shrugged “Fair enough, if thats good for you then its good for me.” Luke ordered a beer “Guess I’ll see you around then?” he asked, but not really?

“Great.” Barty wrinkled his nose, hearing Luke ordering himself a beer and finding himself put off by the idea of interacting with him any further. “Likely not,” he stated bluntly, “enjoy your beer,” and he left.

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Luke took the last shot and put it down just as Barty said he lost “We never established what the loser would have to do, so.” he smiled. The burn in Luke’s throat was not nice but also nice, this was something he didn’t experience every night of his life so he wasn’t surprised he lost.

Barty considered it for a second before giving a little shake of his head, a shrug of his shoulders, “I’m satisfied with knowing i’ve won.” He didn’t know this man, he certainly didn’t care about whether or not he could get down his drinks, and he hadn’t cared particularly much about the game in the first place beyond knowing he was going to win. “I like winning.” That much was true. The mask smiled.

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The stranger was probably right, Luke didn’t drink often but he was willing to get plastered tonight and have fun with it “We’ll see.” Luke raises his glass to meet the others and downs the shot, one after the other.

Barty raised his eyebrows, then tipped back the first shot. He reached for his next while he was still swallowing, and finished all four in a quick, neat row as if he were drinking water. “Ahh,” he let out as the end, feeling the burning at the back of his throat. He leaned against his cane again and watched Luke finish his own before pointing out, “you lose.”

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Cassius repeated what Barty was saying in a quiet mumble, looking off to the bar as it was pointed out to them. They slumped back to lean the weight of their shoulders back onto Barty as they thought through their drunk haze. A soft hum came from them as they considered the bar. “Oh… yeah. Yeah. You want a drink, right? I’ll get you a drink. I’ll-Two.” Their drink was set on the table half finished and they were wandering off to the bar soon enough. 

Ordering a couple drinks, Cassius took a moment to consider and ordered themself a second shot. They took it at the bar, scrunching up their face at the bitter taste of alcohol. Gods shots were nasty ugghhhh. They sipped at their own drink pretending it was any sweeter than the shot as they wandered back to Barty, holding a glass in his face, “It’s…Oh actually is that yours. Barty-” Cassius laughed, gasping as they almost sloshed one of the drinks out of the cup, “I took someone else’s-We need to get you a drink Barty. Here. There have that.” Cassius held up the drink they’d been sipping from, looking into the stolen glass of alcohol as if the name of the drink would reveal itself to him. 

Cassius was drunk and relaxed and leaned theirself easily against him after being turned in the right direction. The mask smiled and wrapped his arms around their waist for a moment as they seemed to pause a moment to think. It was rare that Barty was sober but that meant is was now incredibly harder for him to get quite this drunk. Cassius had never had trouble with such a thing. They mumbled about getting them both drinks and Barty agreed with a nod, “yeah, good idea, Cass,” and let them go.

Grey eyes watched fondly as the beautiful mess of a wix stumbled their way to the bar, swayed their way back with drinks for the both of them. And he couldn’t hold back laughter at their drink mix up. “Cass- You’re a bloody mess,” Barty noted with a wide grin, taking the now sticky and half-spilled drink from Cass and downing it quickly anyway. He set the empty glass down on the table next to them, put his hands on Cass’s shoulders and suggested, “now you’re here, we should get up to something fun.”