#barty crouch jr

[likeprongstostars]

the peak of my art career

[panchashire]

Yeehaw

[michael-the-candybar]

barty 100% “accidently” bleached evan’s hair as a joke but immediately regretted it, because his best friend had no right to look that hot as a blonde.

[sunseekerchild]

Dorcas: Why would you give a knife to regulus?

Barty: he said he felt unsafe.

Dorcas: Now I feel unsafe.

Barty: Would you like a knife?

[black-regs]

regulus would have hated the demure trend and barty would have loved annoying him with it 🙏🏻

[rudamaruda520]

[first day of school]

Introvert Regulus: 😒

Extrovert Barty: Oh, you're cool. You're mine now.

[my-castles-crumbling]

warm - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 200

"You're warm," Evan mumbled, withdrawing his hand from Barty's clammy forehead.

"No shit, Rosie," Barty groaned. He'd been tossing and turning all night, aches and pains keeping him up.

But he wasn't just sick. He was going crazy.

Because as Evan's hand moved away from him, he had the urge to grab it. To grab him, and pull him closer. To ask him not to leave.

It was odd. He'd always been drawn to Evan. But in this moment, it was like a magnetic force. He felt so attached to him, it was like he would cry if he left. It was mortifying.

"Can I get you anything, then? Water? Potion?" Evan asked awkwardly, but he sounded concerned.

"Nah," Barty choked out, trying to appear tough as he worked through the tumultuous emotions in his brain.

"Alright."

But as Evan moved to leave, it slipped out of him.

"Stay," Barty mumbled, feeling like a child.

"What?"

"Just...stay. Please," he repeated, feeling himself flush, and not because of the fever.

After a moment of silence, Even replied, "Alright."

And when the other boy settled into bed next to him, sitting quietly with a book, Barty was finally able to fall asleep.

[crimsonlovebartylus]

anytime barty looks at regulus and he's smiling, "head over heels" plays in his head.

while everytime regulus hears barty laugh, "work song" plays in his.

[not-rab]

𐙚 Singer!James x Editor!Regulus AU

accounts | private accounts | part one

part two

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taglist: @jamespotterbbg @mae-occasionally-reads @samynnad102687 @hikikomoriyan @flicker-sys @imnotsureiexist @yougottabekittenme @rotisserierosier @siriuslyleah @soupyloopyx @nyx-taylors-version

[bri-cheeses]

There’s got to be some instance where Barty invites Evan over to his house and is super concerned about what his dad is going to say (although of course they’ve told him that they’re just friends because it’d be suicide to say anything else).

But Evan actually kind of scares Barty because he pulls out this whole other persona and ends up being so incredibly charming that Barty’s dad actually tells him afterward that he’s picked out a “good, respectable friend” (Barty and Evan have a good laugh over that later of course)

[likeprongstostars]

Art request: can u draw barty like that

when i say my friday nights are wild i mean im drawing something like this

[noblehouseofgay]

Marauders era characters and their most used app/site

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Sirius- tik tok

Remus- ao3

Regulus- tumblr

James- youtube

Peter- reddit

Lily- quizlet

Marlene- doordash

Mary- Netflix

Dorcas- instagram

Pandora- picrew

Barty- twitter

Evan- spotify

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Dorcas, deadpan to the camera: ‘bring your girlfriend over for once’ they said

*from the other room*

Evan: IT'S SPREADING

Barty: PUT IT OUT! PUT IT OUT!

Regulus: Now let's stay calm and not panic-

Barty: IT'S TOO BIG TO SMOTHER! GET THE ANTI FLAME THROWER!

Pandora: *trying to use the fire to communicate with ghosts*

Even: IT'S CALLED A FIRE EXTINGUISHER!

Regulus: *assorted yelling*

Marlene: *demonic screeching*

Dorcas , taking a shot without breaking eye contact with the camera : ’We won’t interrupt’ they said

[zacshian]

Barty thinks handcuffs are accessories.

[rosekilsworld]

Deaf Barty, that's all. I won't elaborate.

[my-castles-crumbling]

morning - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 205 - suggestive but not explicit

"Bye, then," Evan mumbled, gathering his shoes and shirt, buttoning his pants, and easing off the bed, leaving Barty alone there.

It always ended like this. The mutual agreement that they didn't stay together. Didn't wake up in the morning in each other's arms.

But lately, every time one of them left, it was with more hesitance. With more excuses and more dragging out of the entire process. And everything in Barty was begging him to yell out. To tell Evan to stay.

"See you tomorrow?" Evan asked, lingering at the door, chest still bare.

Barty stared. Took in the look of Evan, his best friend, gazing at him. Looking his still-naked body up and down. The light of the moon in his window bathing them both in a cool glow.

He wanted Evan. Not just in a sexual sense, but in a terrifyingly domestic one. And the words tumbled out of his mouth in such a horribly scary, unstoppable way, he almost cried with how vulnerable he felt. "You could stay?" he asked, clenching his hands to keep them from shaking.

Evan looked at him for a moment more, before breaking into a smile. "Yeah," he shrugged, quickly walking back toward him. "I...I could."