#barty is slapping the table

[starchasing-chocolate]

“Prongs?” Sirius questions with a mouthful of bacon, scrunching up his nose in confusion as James slumps next to him on the bench. “Why is your tie green?”

James immediately sits up in his seat. His hand goes straight to his tie, lifting it up to examine the color and cursing himself when he finds it green, not red. James suddenly finds it hard to breathe as he looks over at his friends, each of them curiously glancing over in his direction and waiting for a response.

“Um…” James trails off, trying to make up a believable explanation. “Oh! A Slytherin must’ve charmed it! To get back at us for last week's prank.” He nods feverishly, trying desperately to appear sincere.

It seems to work as Sirius makes a disgruntled noise, rolling his eyes as he reaches for another piece of bacon. “Those slimy snakes.” He shoves the bacon into his mouth, chewing on it angrily. “Don’t worry, Prongs. We’ll get ‘em back.”

Peter nods across the table in agreement, and the two immediately delve into a conversation about hair dye and explosions. James tries not to seem conspicuous about his relief, though a tap on his shoulder lets him know he was unsuccessful. James sighs in defeat.

He should’ve known nothing gets past Remus Lupin.

“You don’t suppose the Slytherins also pranked Regulus Black, now would you?” Remus whispers, nodding over to the Slytherin table. James follows his gaze to where Regulus is scowling, his face as red as the tie around his neck while his friends laugh hysterically around him.

James chokes back a laugh, trying to disguise it as a cough at the last second. He swipes a piece of toast off of Remus’ plate, taking a big bite before smiling sweetly at him. “I don’t know what you mean, Moony.”

[justtwotired]

“Back the fuck off.”

Summary: you and Regulus recently broke up over stupid teenage reasons. It was a really bad fight and you two haven't spoken since, though both regret your actions. At a Gryffindor house party, he spots you kissing Mathew smith, the Gryffindor seeker, who Regulus absolutely despises.

Pairing: Regulus Black x Gryffindor!reader

Warnings: swearing, kissing, fighting, a bit of sexual assault.

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Regulus stands at the drinks table with Barty as they are being pure Slytherins looking around with judging and cold looks. Neither of them wanted to come to said party, but Evan -who was currently participating in a round of beer pong- insisted they went.

His eyes travel the crowd and he spots them, making him narrow his eyes. He knew she was doing it to spite him, he knew even she hated Smith, but there she was, sticking her tongue down his throat.

"Ohh, she is playing with fire." Barty seemed to start enjoying the party the moment he followed Regulus gaze. "Shut the hell up." Regulus head snapped towards him and then his eyes traveled back to the girl and that stupid idiot she was kissing.

His hands where slowly starting to roam under her clothes and that's when he couldn't take it anymore and pushed himself of the table making his way towards them.

- 15 minutes earlier -

"They are absolute morons." Y/n shook her head as she watched Sirius and James jump of the table they'd just been dancing on. "Tell me about it." Remus rolled his eyes.

She took a sip of her drink as she watched the boys make their way over to them. "Oh, their coming pretend you don't know them." Peter said and they all quickly avoided eye contact with the two boys. "Oh haha, you're so funny." Sirius said sarcastically.

His eyes fell on Y/n and they narrowed. "Boring again, I see." He said as he eyed the glass with clear liquid in her hands. "But thinking about it, I could use some water," he took it out of her hands and a horrified expression formed on her face.

"Sirius no wait-" but she was to late and he took a sip and moments later spit it out, coughing. "Y/n, you absolutely menace to society." He said handing the glass back to her.

"Are you alright, pads?" James asked laughing. "I am, but she isn't, what psychopath just casually sips straight vodka." He grimaces and James' eyebrows race.

"What? It's good, you're all just over dramatic." She said taking another sip, making Peter chuckle a bit, as he himself had made that same mistake before.

They all looked up at the sound of the portrait swinging open and watched an excited Evan and annoyed Barty and Regulus walk into the common room.

Y/n rolled her eyes, and then they landed on someone and a smirk formed onto her face. "Y/n, no." Remus said and she looked at him. "What do you mean no?" She asked.

"Regulus just walked in and your wearing that smirk? Whatever your planning, no." He said and she rolled her eyes and giggled. "It's just a bit of fun." She said, standing up to leave the couch and pushing the glass into Sirius' hands.

"Here, you can have that." She says and he looks at it in disgust. "No thanks." And puts it down.

"Smith, hey." She greats the seeker and he turned to her. "Y/n, looking ravishing as always." He said with a shit eating grin as he looked her up and down and stopped at her chest.

She would slap him in the face if it wasn't for her plan just unfolding:

Make Regulus as jealous as possible.

"I can say the same about you." She said, her words slightly slurring. Smith took a step closer, snaking an arm around her waist. Everyone in Hogwarts who had a brain knew he had liked her since fourth year, which was one of the reasons Regulus despised him, but also the other way around.

Everyone in Hogwarts with a brain also knew Smith was an actual, selfish, prick. He had a reputation of cheating, one girl even claimed he had cornered her once, but no one knew if it was true, as she had a reputation of lying.

"I heard your single now." He grinned as he pulled her closer, his breath smelled like alcohol. "It was such a shame you where with... him." He sounded disgusted at the last words.

She let out a sarcastic laugh, starting to maybe regret her decision a little bit... but only a little.

"Well, that's over now... sooo." She trailed her finger passed his white button up. She looked up at him and he smashed his lips against hers, she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

Her eyes fluttered open to look around the room and they landed on Regulus who wasn't looking at her as his eyes traveled around the room, but she could see them slowly make their way over to them and she closed her eyes again as Smith tongue slipped into her mouth.

They broke apart for a moment before they kissed again and slowly his hands started to travel, one slipping into her skirt and the other under her top.

His lips detached from hers and made their way to her neck and then he whispered in her ears. "Seeing such a beautiful girl like you with a Slytherin. Tsk, I'll show you what it's like to be with a real guy." He whispered before going back to kissing her neck and his hand suddenly slipped into her panty's.

She was taken by surprise but before she could do anything about it, someone else did.

Regulus had made his way trough the crowd, pushing people aside and watching as Smith went further into her skirt and kissing her neck, it made his blood boil.

"Back the fuck off." He said and Smith looked up and grinned, taking his hand out of her skirt, and Regulus almost thought she looked relieved.

They made eyes contact and he narrowed his eyes at her. "What do you want." She said, obviously with alcohol in her system. "Indeed, what do you want?" Smith asked as he put and arm around her waste and his finger tips rested under the band of her skirt.

"I want you, to get your filthy hands of her." Regulus said with a threatening tone. "And why would I do that? Such a pretty girl, and she isn't yours anymore? I wouldn't even have cared is she still was, I had plans anyway." He laughed dryly and Y/n looked rather horrified as she questioned if that would have been against her will.

"Leave her alone." Regulus demanded and Smith smirked. "And why would I do that, she seemed to be rather enjoying me."

Suddenly, Y/n started to really regret her decision, and grabbed his wrist to stop him from going any further. "What is it baby, you don't like it?" He asked and she sighed and squeezed her eyes shut.

"Stop, I want you to stop." She told him and he huffed. "You don't tell me when to stop." He said and pulled the hand on his wrist away with his other hand.

She knew she had gotten herself in this situation, it was her own fault, but now she really wanted to get out. Suddenly he let go of her and Y/n hadn't processed the sickening crack.

Regulus had punched him right in the nose and blood was rapidly streaming out. His grey eyes fell on Y/n who stared shocked.

He grabbed her arm and then dragged her out of the common room and eventually stopped in a hallway.

"What is wrong with you?" He asked angrily. "Do you know how much worse that could have been?" He asked, he was furious as he turned his back to her.

"Honestly, Y/n that was such a stupid move! And for what? Making me jealous? Well it worked, happy now?" He turned to her as he yelled, but stopped as he watched her.

Her hands where shaking and tears streamed down her face. His features softened as he walked towards her and took her hands in his, placing a soft kiss on each of them.

"It's alright." He whispered to her and she shook her head. "No, no it's not, I'm so sorry, it was a stupid move. I didn't think it trough." She said as more tears streamed down her face and she sniffed as her nose was now full and starting to run.

He wiped away the tears with his sleeve and kissed her on the forehead. "It's alright, Ma Cherie." He whispered as he hugged her. "Come, you need to get some sleep." He said and then led her over to the Slytherin dorms.

She was sitting on his bed as Regulus took a T-shirt and sweatpants out of his closet. He hands rested on her top and then looked at her. "May I help you here?" He asked and she nodded.

"Use your words, darling." He said softly, he always requested she used words when asking for her permission to do things like this, as he didn't want her to regret later.

"Yes." She croaked out and he slowly lifted it over her head and helped her pull the clean shirt over her head. He did the same with the pants and then tucked her into his bed.

He changed out of his clothes to, and joined her, pulling her into him and kissing her forehead. "I love you, my little dove." He said and she murmured something along the lines of "I love you too." Back before falling asleep.

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slap - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 228

"Oh my god," James murmured, looking resolutely away from the middle of the room.

But as the bass thudded around them and the party continued, he found it more difficult to do so.

Because Regulus had, for the first time in a long time, gotten absolutely plastered. And now?

He was dancing with Barty on a table.

The two boys moved together so closely that it seemed like they were of one mind, their hips rolling together an their chests touching, matching grins on their faces. Regulus's hair was a little mussed and his shirt was riding up, and he was currently biting his bottom lip, eyes closed, his hands on Barty's waist.

And James was entranced. Because really, who wouldn't be? Regulus looked like some sort of fallen angel, dressed in all black, his beautiful skin tinged pink with drink and exertion as he moved.

But the worst part?

Every once in a while, Regulus glanced over. Looked at James. Threw him a seductive smirk that was so un-Regulus and so tempting that James almost melted to the floor with it.

"So...are you looking over there because you want to slap Crouch or snog Reg?" Remus asked from next to James, snapping him back to reality.

Clearing his throat and looking over to where Barty looked to be thoroughly enjoying himself, James shrugged and chuckled. "Both."

[siriussslut]

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Evan Rosier just absolutely destroying you in front of reggie and barty. They are just jerking off while watching you and all of them degrading you 😖 Bonus points if Evan cuddles and kisses her after (lots of praise)

Thank you love (if you do write it). No worries if you don’t! Either way I love your writing gorgeous 💕

yes yes here u go!! also sorry i haven’t been posting for a bit!! i always get less horny before my period so i wasn’t in the mood to write lmfao😭 and tysm!!!! i hope you like it <3

edit: oops just realized i didn’t include the after stuff. might do a pt2!

warnings: voyeurism, use of “slut”, “whore”, and “daddy”, crying

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you feel as though you’re being split down the middle, pussy ripped apart by evan’s cock. he’s huge inside of you, dick so deep he’s probably mingling with your organs. his hand is kneading the soft flesh of your ass, while his other grips your sore tits.

you’re leaning against his desk, bare stomach pressed to the hard wood. barty and regulus stand beside you, watching hungrily. the two of them are naked, clothes lying in a pile on the floor as they pump their cocks to the sight of you. their gazes are slightly animalistic as they take in every crevice of your bare body.

“fuck, evan,” barty says, voice gruff. “she’s such a fucking slut.”

evan thrusts hard, pubic bone slapping your bright red ass. “all she needs is my cock,” he says, lips pressed against your ear. you nod dumbly.

“you’ve got her dripping,” reg teases, gesturing at your sensitive cunt. he’s right. you’re dripping down your thighs and onto the plush carpet of evan’s bedroom.

you jerk forward to rub your clit against the table’s edge, pussy begging for more friction.

evan pulls you back, squeezing your ass. “what are you doing?”

you stay silent, building tears fogging your vision.

“hm? what are you doing?”

you can hear barty and regulus laughing, and you think you see one of them reach for the other’s dick out of the corner of your eye, but you simply don’t care enough to look.

“s-sorry, daddy.”

“you’re so fucking needy, need a table to make you feel good?”

“no, daddy.” tears stream down your face.

he slaps your ass, then thrusts into you again. “such a fucking whore, can’t just take what her daddy gives her.”

you hear a wet noise as barty comes onto the floor, groaning. you look away from the boy, disgusted.

evan twitches inside of you at the sight of his friend. he grips your tits harder, dick jerking around. you scream as he comes inside of you, losing all sense of self-control. regulus and barty quicken their hands at the sight of you, and as evan fills your insides, they paint your back a matching white.

[bellaxisworld]

april 5 @jegulus-microfic prompt: slap. 874 words.

fyi - james is "pushy" in this fic with regulus' boundaries but it is not an issue. if regulus had an actual problem with it, he would tell james. don't take it too seriously <3

cw: swearing.

Barty is playing cards with some random Ravenclaw in the common room when Regulus walks up to him, glancing around skeptically and sulking. He’s always rather tense, Regulus—but he looks like a spiky porcupine as he joins their table, ready to hex anyone who looks at him wrong. 

Regulus stops by Barty’s arm and mutters to him, “I made a mistake.” 

Barty raises an eyebrow at him. “You made a mistake?”

His lips thin out. “I made a mistake.” 

Barty heaves a sigh, nodding. “Where’s the body?”

“No! Merlin, no—I mean. Not yet, but there might be soon.” Regulus folds his arms over his chest, taking another peek around the room. He’s looking for something—or someone. 

“Reggie, you are acting more dramatic than Sirius, right now—”

His head snaps up, eyes dancing dangerously with silver flames. “You cunt, I am not—”

“Point proven, Reg. I think the dramatic gene is in your bloodstream.” 

Regulus huffs and rolls his eyes. “Anyway. We might be murdering James.”

“Potter?”

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” he hisses. He reminds Barty of an agitated cat, hissing and clawing and angry. 

“Right, so we’re murdering the boy you’ve been in love with for a fucking century? Now we’re murdering him, after you managed to bag his ass?”

“Best friends are supposed to support their friends’ murderous intentions, Bartemius.” 

“I'm very supportive of your murderous intentions, I just have questions. What did the poor guy even do?” Barty even feels a little bad for James. Potter is just as smitten with Regulus as Regulus is with him, which means he is very far gone for him. So in love it almost makes Barty sick, to look at them. It's a beautiful and gross thing. He can’t imagine James would do anything to massively upset Regulus, he’s too pure of heart. 

Regulus grumbles something under his breath.

Barty leans forward. “Hm? What was that?” 

“He slapped my ass,” Regulus says louder, and Barty cackles. 

Regulus smacks his shoulder as he doubles over in delight. “You don’t get it, Barty, he’s slapping my ass everywhere. All the time. He did it once and saw me—saw me, um, get flustered, I guess—shut the fuck up—and now he’s inescapable.” He leans forward to set his forehead on the table, hiding his red cheeks.

Barty giggles beside him. “So—Reg, I’m sorry, please, oh Merlin—you made a mistake?”

He nods, miserably. “I told him to stop. He took it as a challenge. A personal challenge to find me everywhere and publically slap my ass.” 

“I don’t blame him. You have a perfectly slappable ass, Reggie—”

“I’m never coming to you with my problems again.” 

“Okay, fine, I’m sorry, let’s go plan his fucking murder or something—oh, oh—” Barty laughs, startled, and Regulus looks up. 

“Fuck,” he says, standing up straight and booking it, running around the sofa to keep as much distance as possible between him and the entrance to the common room.

James Potter walks in, bright smile lighting up the room. 

Regulus blushes from the mere sight of him, weak in the knees but still tensing up and preparing himself to run. 

James struts over to the couch, perfectly calm. “Hi, sweetheart,” he says to Regulus, voice dripping in saccharine sweetness. 

Regulus glares, steel eyes shooting daggers at his boyfriend. “How did you find me? I’m hiding from you.”

James smirks. “You sure know how to flatter a guy, Reg. But, you know, I have my sources.” He shrugs, nonchalant. Barty thinks that seems suspicious, but he ignores it in favor of planning an escape for Regulus. He can tell both he and James are gearing up for a little fight, a chase. He would even bet they both like the thrill of it, this game they’re playing.  

“Come on, baby, why are you avoiding me?” James asks, leaning over the back of the sofa, eyes soft but glittering in amusement as he looks at Regulus. 

“You know perfectly well why I’m avoiding you,” Regulus whispers venomously. 

James shrugs. “Are you still going to run?”

“Are you going to slap my ass?”

James chuckles. “You have a truly marvelous ass, Regulus—”

“Potter—”

Barty is about to hex James so Regulus can escape when James jumps over the couch and reaches for Regulus. He yelps, attempting to dart away—too slow. 

James catches him by the wrist and whips him around, pulling him close with one hand on his waist, slapping his ass with a resounding smack! Regulus goes red, cheeks pretty and pink as he glares up at James. “You are objectifying me, Potter.” 

James kissed him hard, practically manhandling him with one hand on his waist and one on his ass. 

“I think you like me objectifying you, baby,” James whispers against Regulus’ lips. He melts against James’ chest, an indecent sound ripping from his throat, tugging him forward for more demanding kisses. 

They become rather—obscene, at this point, Barty observes. He chuckles and throws a pillow at them. 

“Get a room, you sluts!” 

Regulus nods fervently. “Room, a room, James, yes, let’s—yeah.” He drags James out of the common room and towards the dungeons, and James’ hand doesn't leave his ass the whole way there.

[nightsmarish]

Summary: after talking to Regulus, you both decide to take the offer to stay with the Potters, and barty gets thrown across the slytherin table by Evan

Pt1

A/n: very focused on Reg for some reason, not 100% sure why, but it's lovely, also we love bestie barty. ALSO ALSO, reader is aggressively, very aggressively, hinted to be slytherin

Poly!moonwater x reader (Remus lupin x regulus black x reader) | 1.4k words

Tw: toxic family, running away? Family disappointment, ect. Barty jinxing Gryffindors for sport and an owl flying into a chess game

Asked to be tagged: @misacc08

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It's finally two weeks until the end of this year at Hogwarts. Class times have been filled with going over study guides and reviewing for the final exams only a few days away. 

Neither you nor Regulus have said yes to staying at Potter Manor this summer. Despite James being very adamant about it.

“I’ll just mention you blokes might be joining us.” James told you when you visited Gryffindor table one morning, as he wrote his parents. 

“James-” 

“No, no, let ‘im. No harm in it? Is there?” Sirius cuts you off, feet extended to rest on the bench across the table from him. 

“But Mrs. Potter shouldn’t prepare an extra room if neither of us will be joining.” Your points are acknowledged when James hums to confirm he heard you, but his quill never stops moving.

Remus has been looking at you the whole time. Not in a creepy way, you're both pretty sure not in a creepy way at least. Just in an undivided attention way. Practically ignoring the other two boys to admire you, other than when he occasionally slaps away Sirius’ hand on his fifth attempt to grab Remus’ food. 

You look down to where Remus sits as well. Honestly, he's not that much shorter than you sitting down, but wherever. Your hand that's not holding the strap of your bag gently scratched the hair at the base of his head before kissing his cheek, mumbling a small promise to see him during your study time later. 

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It's not like you don’t want to go to stay with everyone else. It’d be amazing; it really would. But the idea of going when Regulus stays at the Black House feels wrong. You know being with your parents won’t help him, nor will being at James’ house, but it feels wrong. 

Remembering how destroyed he was when Sirius left. When he came back to school, you two hadn’t known the Marauders like you do now. The anger he knew was misplaced, but he couldn’t help but feel abandoned by Sirius. You remember it—the crying, the way he couldn’t focus until a month into school. And you remember Sirius being disowned.

And maybe that's part of it too. The idea of being disowned. Even if you know they are horrible people, people you don’t wish to be related to. The idea still makes you sick. Their horrible and evil, but dear Salazar, parent approval is so addicting and you hate how much you still want it. 

So which is worse, feeling like you betrayed one of your boyfriends, or your parents disapproval? 

“Regulus?” You keep your voice low in the library. The aforementioned boy looks up from his textbook sitting across from you. Remus, next to you, pauses, moving his quill to focus on you two as well.

“Yes?” His voice matches yours, despite being a little more stiff. 

“I wanna talk about it again. About James’ house.” You rush the words out. Probably because you know Regulus will want to shoot it down immediately.

“Love, you know I’m not going.” He sighs, sitting up straight in his seat. 

“Why? Why not go?” 

"Dove-" Remus tries to interject, not sure how well direct confrontation will go after Regulus has already denied it far too many times.

“What would I do?”

Both you and Remus pause, looking right at Regulus. Who stares right back at you.

“What do you mean?’ Remus says what you think.

“I leave, I get disowned, I lose the family fortune.” There are unspoken words there; everyone knows. He loses the Black name, he loses the reputation, and he loses everything he ever knew. Sirius had always wanted to leave; he had dreamed about it long before the possibility ever even crossed Regulus’ mind. The older Black had an idea of what would happen long before he left. Regulus hasn't gotten that right. 

“We can figure it out when we get there, love.” Remus rests his quill in the small ink pot, reaching both his hands to cup Regulus’ hands between his own. 

All three of you stay silent for a second, Regulus looking down at Remus’ hand covering his own, you staring at Regulus, and Remus looking between the two of you, trying to figure out what to do. 

"If..." you sigh, shifting in your seat, “if... you go... I’ll go, and we can figure it out together.” 

Gray eyes shoot up to yours. “Are you serious?” His voice is unsure, like you're going to take your offer back for no apparent reason. 

“Yeah. I’m scared too, but I don't think I can bring myself to go back, not this time. But at the same time, I won’t be okay with going if you don’t go.”

Remus takes a deep breath, one hand still holding the younger boy's hand, other moving so his arm wraps around your shoulder, gently rubbing your upper arm. “So, it's settled. I can tell James.” 

“Thank you,” You whisper, and Regulus takes one of his hands from the lycan to intertwine your fingers. 

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The letter felt wrong to write. Less than a week before you're off to Potter Manor is when you get a response.

You're sitting at the Slytherin table in the morning when the letter holding their response arrives. Your owl landing smoothly, unlike the poor Hufflepuff owl you see sly head first into a game of Wizard Chess.

The seal of the letter belongs to your family, and it's painfully obvious. Regulus had gotten his response within a few days. Hurtful and harsh, despite never reading it yourself.

Looking around, Regulus is watching Barty, who is sitting on the long table rather than at it, cast small, mostly-hopefully harmless jinxs on a few older Gryffindors who haven't seemed to notice who's doing it. While Evan is whispering more and more jinxs for Barty to use.

Deciding that you might as well get it over with, you break the wax seal. The letter was nothing but vile, as you expected, the threats, the anger, the disappointment. Yet, you are honestly relieved. Like a huge, bolder is off your back. Sisyphus would envy you.

"And what do you have? A secret admirer? Are you planning on finally leaving the wild beasts you call boyfriends?"

Barty turns his attention to you as you finish reading, snatching the letter to inspect it.

"Ew, is that from your parents?" Evans nose scrunches up, noticing the names signed at the bottom of the parchment when he leans over Bartys shoulder.

"Yeah, I wrote them last week that I'd be staying with the Potters this summer, and they finally got back to me." Your voice remains surprisingly even, despite feeling somewhere between calm and like you're going to vomit, cry, and punch a wall.

Evan and Barty continue to scrutinize the letter, the phrasing, and how your mother writes the letter S weird. While Regulus leans closer to you.

"Everything okay?" His quite, a stark contrast two the boys sitting acorsd from you as Barty pushes his boyfriend off the seat for something or another and Evan kicks a little too close to Bartys dick.

"Yeah, it'll be okay." You hum, scooting closer to the pale boy, "would you and Remus want to come stay at my dorm tonight? At least for a little? Serenella and Iris are both going to be out all night."

"Of course, love. I'll grab Remus after charms and we can meet you there before dinner?" A soft kiss is placed on the top of your head when he finishes his sentence.

"That sounds good."

The peace of the situation is cut off by Barty falling off the table towards you, taking you down to the floor with him.

"God damnit Barty!" A smile far to big for the situation paints your face face.

"Evan threw me, gem! He tried to kill me! I'm wounded." Barty sits half on hus knees, half laid out on the gross Hogwarts in such a pathetic manor Regulus chuckles under his breath.

"And I'll do it again idiot!" Evan sits back on his spot at the long table. Huffing while smoothing out his hair and uniform.

"Oh God, gem, I won't make it." Barty throws himself onto you, your back to the ground as you laugh. "If I die will you leave your loser boyfriends to join me and Evan?"

"Okay, junior, that's enough." Remus appears in your vision, slightly nudging Bartys side, like touching him too long will make whatever is sodding wrong with the boy rub off on him.

"Hello, big boy." Barty stands up and takes you with him, dusting off his and your clothes. "You know, both of you could leave Regulus and-"

"Okay Barty!" Regulus pushes Barty to sit back down, shutting him up as he begins to bicker with Regulus next.

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[thebibutterflyao3]

Day Twenty-Six - Prompt: Clean. @rosekiller-microfic

March Daily Series - 724 words

TW: Drunken nonsense

<<<Previous Part OR Start Here

Evan had to admit, Lily Evans was impressive. So impressive that he was considering stealing her from his sister. If only Pandora wasn’t threatening to garrote him in his sleep, he could finally find happiness.

“Be reasonable! If I marry Lily and take her name,” he insisted, patting Lily’s shoulder, “then I will be Evan Evans! We will have an amicable divorce and she can take your name!”

Pandora glared at him over her fourth martini. “Paws off my girlfriend!”

“Hold on, Lily Rosier has a nice ring to it,” Lily mused, her cheeks flushed.

They were potentially five rounds in actually, if he was counting glasses correctly. Evan couldn’t keep track. His mind was adrift in an ocean of whiskey sours.

“See? Lily is on my side!”

Pandora downed the rest of her drink, then hiccuped loudly as she pointed it at Evan. “Pardon me. You do not need to be involved! I can give her my name and you can go hump a log.”

“Hump a log?” Lily giggled.

“Then how do I become Evan Evans? You’re crushing my dreams, Panda!”

“Wait, you call her ‘Panda’ too? I thought that was Regulus’s thing?”

Evan scoffed, “No, no. He says it all sweet and gentle-like. Endearing? Is that it?”

Pandora nodded as she handed him another whiskey from the server. “Yes, endearing. You say it as a prerogative. No, that’s wrong.”

“Pejorative?” Lily guessed.

“That’s the cunt!” Evan cheered, clinking their glasses together. “It’s naughty!”

Pandora snorted martini out of her nose, then yelped at the burn of alcohol in her sinuses. It was shaping up to be a brilliant evening all around. He needed this more than he realised.

“Well, if I’m marrying Pandora for a last name upgrade,” Lily said, holding up a hand to stall his protest, “I think you should do the same for Barty. Poor bloke is carrying around ‘Crouch’ of all names. Seems a bit unfair.”

Evan’s mouth dropped open, but not a single word escaped it. The last thing he’d expected was for Lily to name drop Barty into this conversation. Perhaps, she wasn’t as impressive as he’d first thought.

Pandora choked on an olive and promptly coughed it up in her hand. “What?! Are you drunk?”

Lily glanced between them, then frowned at her empty glass. “Oh, yes. That’s possible.”

“Evan needs a clean slate. He’s staying away from that pickle,” Pandora insisted.

“Prick?” Evan suggested, brows knit together.

“Hard pass.”

Lily burst out laughing and covered her face with her hands. “I cannot breathe! You two are hilarious together.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Pandora teased, kissing her cheek. “Anywaffles, as I was saying.”

“Anywaffles?” Lily choked. She clung to the table’s edge in an attempt to stay on her stool as she swayed.

Pandora rolled her eyes affectionately and patted Lily’s cheek. “My darling, you are too easily amused. To my point, what was my point?”

“Barty.”

“Right, him. No Barty. Pick someone else, anyone else.”

Evan stared at his whiskey pensively. He wasn’t ready to concede defeat just yet, but it did feel rather inevitable. Perhaps, Barty knew it as well.

“What if I don’t want anyone else?” he said quietly. It was meant to be an internal thought, but it slipped free.

Pandora stared at him incredulously, then slapped the table. Several glasses clinked together. “He cheated! And lied!”

“That doesn’t mean he’s scum! People can change!”

Before his sister sniped back, Lily leaned over and kissed her. Pandora flailed, then flung herself into Lily’s lap. They both tumbled to the floor of the pub in a heap of loose limbs and giggles.

“Tease!” Pandora said, swatting Lily playfully.

“You’re so sweet! How can I resist?”

Evan watched the couple’s banter wistfully. He’d had nights like this with Barty. Nights when they’d laughed until they couldn’t breathe. Other nights, they’d stay up until dawn talking about everything and nothing.

He propped his chin in his hand and swirled the gold liquid in his glass. Barty made every night they were together feel special. Like he said, he tried with Evan. That was more than anyone else had.

What if he has changed? What if I was right?

Wales. That was the exception that proved the rule.

Or, it was proof that Barty was a better person when they were together. Perhaps, I am too.

Next Part>>>

[phantomgrimalkin]

Bonus scene from Heart of the Lion, based on Good Omens, set after Barty's antics in Chapter 34

“You idiot,” Barty began, his voice full of heartbreak, “We could have been us!”

“Oh my god,” Remus groaned, wincing through his headache but laughing all the same. Barty threw himself in the seat across from Remus quite dramatically, a flurry of spindly limbs. While he was not surprised that Barty chose to continue with the television reference he had started this morning, Remus was impressed how committed he was to the role.

“How could you choose them?” he demanded despairingly, waving a hand at Regulus, who scowled at him over the stew he was eating. “They're the bad guys!”

Remus grinned, “You're a menace, darling.”

“If Jim and his bub can do it, then we can,” he said firmly, gesturing in the general direction of the Gryffindor table.

“Oh my god!” Remus breathed, clapping his hands together and holding them in front of his face, grinning as he realized what Barty was talking about. How the character Barty was copying had only made a move after Jim ended up with a partner who had previously claimed to hate him. Which was exactly what Sirius had pulled. “Oh my god, of course. Jim. James. It's the same goddamned situation. You fucking genius!”

“We're rewatching that stupid series now, aren't we?” Regulus asked, rubbing his forehead. He had never developed the fondness for television that his friends had, far preferring to read.

“Yeah, but we love them,” Evan hummed, propping his cheek on his fist and watching his boyfriend’s theatrics with unabashed amusement.

That was the point at which James came over, full of nervous energy and Remus groaned, wishing he could just be done with his friends’ nonsense. At least until the damn headache passed for good. 

“Jim! Short for James! Back so soon - how was Alpha Centauri?” Barty asked, leaning back in his seat and slapping the table.

James stared at him, blinked, shook himself, “Uh - right - thanks? - Remus, sorry to bother you, I need to talk to you,” he nodded to Regulus, “Hi Reggie, hope you're well,” then back to Remus, “Right now? Please?”

“Yeah, alright,” Remus said with a nod, gripping his cane and kissing himself up. He kissed Regulus goodbye and hugged Barty around the neck, “Thanks for that, it was glorious.”

—

(In Good Omens, “James, long for Jim, short for Gabriel” ended up romantically committing to his former nemesis, Beelzebub. I think Barty did a good job of likening this to James/Lily without insulting Lily.)

(I did my best to make this understandable or at least amusing if you don’t know the show, but, there’s only so much I can do.)

(This is the nicest Barty has ever been to James and James is kind of wondering if he needs to sleep with one eye open.)

[lightvialamp]

january 13 - wet || @jegulus-microfic || wc: 729 || pt 2. of yesterday's microfic, pt. 3

Regulus sighed. It had been three days since James had come up to him by the lake, and really, he had no idea what had come over him. He felt like he did during class presentations, where he went up to the front of the room with his notecards and then sat down ten minutes later with no recollection of what he had said and a vague uneasiness churning in his gut.

Well. It was out there now, and obviously James knew something. That something being predicated on the fact that Regulus had pretty much told him that he had a voyeurism kink—both watching and being watched, apparently—although this wasn’t something that he himself had explored. Or, really even known. 

Regardless, James was staring again. It was constant now, a cursory glance around the great hall or in the corridor between Charms and Transfiguration a surefire way to catch hazel eyes already upon him. He didn’t know what to do about it. If he should do anything about it. 

He sighed again when he glanced across the room at the Gryffindor table and found James clearly trying to pretend that he hadn’t just been staring holes into the side of Regulus’ head by putting a large bite of some sort of pie (that had obviously not yet cooled) in his mouth. Immediately, his eyes went large and round, mouth open and breaths coming quickly in the universal hmpha hmpha hmpha noise one makes when food is too hot. He choked it down, and, water glass in hand, proceeded to make a giant, wet mess of himself, the table in front of him, and the two unfortunate souls sitting to his left and right (Regulus noted with glee that one of them was Sirius). 

Regulus watched as they pushed each other around trying to get out of the worst of the spill, smiles bright amid the chaos. 

“What the hell are you looking at and why is it making you smile to yourself like a lovesick idiot?” came Barty’s voice from his right, accompanied by an elbow to the ribs. Barty followed his gaze and laughed derisively, sitting back in his chair. “You know you’re just as bad as he is, right?”

“Fuck off, Barty.”

“No, I’m serious. You’re over here making a fool of yourself as you watch him make a fool of himself, and I have to say. It’s hilarious.”

Regulus added a kick to Barty’s shin under the table for that. “Fuck off, Barty. Merlin.”

They sat there in silence for a moment before Regulus reared to the side, finger in Barty’s face—the traitor was already laughing at him again— to say, “And I am NOT as bad as he is.”

“Okay,” snorted under his breath was the only response Regulus got until a swift flick to the ball of his cheek had him bringing a hand to his face along with a muttered “Merlin, Regulus, calm the fuck down. All I mean is that you’re playing cat and mouse with the guy and it’s still unclear who’s who. And like. You can be whoever you want in this situation, but I’m guessing you’d rather be the cat.”

“Okay…?”

“Okay. So work your shit out and go fucking get him?” Barty sighed. “Why am I doing all the work around here?”

“Well your metaphors are a little convoluted for someone who hasn’t turned in a single piece of coursework this term,” Regulus retorted, feeling a little bit like a light bulb had gone off over his head at the same time as he had been slapped in the face. Though, he shouldn’t be surprised since that’s what most of his conversations with Barty felt like. 

Barty just raised his eyebrows. Regulus sighed, and looked over at the Gryffindor table again. James’ eyes danced away quickly, as he knew they would, but there was an edge there that he hadn’t seen before. 

“Fuck.”

“Mhm? See something new?” Barty already sounded smug, though Regulus was no longer paying attention to him and was, instead, cataloging all of his interactions with James from the past three days.  

“Fuck.”

James was playing a game. Or, at least continuing the game that Regulus had started—and thought he’d ended—in the clearing by the lake. And now that Regulus knew that they were playing a game, well, he wasn’t about to lose, was he?

[lulublack90]

Prompt - Urge

@jegulus-microfic December 23 Word count 185

He’d been fighting the urge for the last half an hour. It was getting to be too much. Just looking at James’s face made him want to do it all the more. 

Fight the urge Regulus. Fight it! He kept repeating to himself internally. 

“I’m going back to the dorm.” He told Barty and Evan as he stood up from the Slytherin table. He walked between their two tables. The urge became overwhelming as James started cracking another joke that had his brother and friends in riotous laughter. 

He was next to James. He gave in to his urge. He slapped James right across the face without breaking stride. James held his cheek in shock, mouth wide open. Sirius jumped up out of his seat. 

“Regulus Arcturus Black, what the hell was that about?!” He yelled after his brother. Regulus ignored him, exiting the hall and heading to the stone steps that led to the dungeons. It could have been worse, dear brother. I could have given in to my other urge. He smirked to himself, imagining their faces if he’d kissed James Potter instead.  

[samuhelll]

@miidnighters (continued from here)

It’s a slow day in the agency. Rain slaps the window, the analog clock threatening to tick to 6:54pm, and Sam stays in his little carved-out section of the world: a chair with a half-touched glass of Tropicana on the table, Barty settling deeper into his seat, his long legs stretching out. Sam stretches his, too—he cannot concede and surrender—until there’s one foot between Barty’s ankles.

“Jackpot. Hey, well- in that case…” His voice rumbles, low. Sam sounds like a man with a plan. “I'd like a mask. Uh, you know, the one with those cucumbers over your eyes?" He draws a circle twice by his face. "And one of those seaweed wraps. And I mean full-body, egg-roll style. Make me feel snug. Then I’m thinking something for my nails," he smiles, crinkly. "French tips. Go figure.” There’s a box of pastries on the table, one a croissant.

Barty's here for his benefit? He's looking for merciless relaxation.

[konaanaria13]

Barty Crouch Jr. smut

Warnings: Smut, Underwater sex, Kissing, some dirty talk, Mention's of oral sex (Male receiving)

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"Hey pretty Lady" I looked up to see Barty Leaning down holding a small rose in his hand.

"The fuck you want Crouch" I Scoffed Looking away

"oh now don't be bitter I got you a flower honey"

"You think just because I danced with you at a party while being high we're Together?"

"oh you did more than dance baby" he winked at me getting up on the table and leaning on the bookshelves.

"Like what? I don't remember getting fucked by your sorry ass" I spat and he smiled

"oh no believe me I played pillow princess but for real you don't remember?" His smirk dropped for a second in disbelieve before raising an eyebrow.

"no should I?"

"Probably for the best... Anyways would you go out with me sometime?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because your an entitled shit?"

"Now, Now don't make fast decision's. How about tonight? Prefect's bathroom?" His dark Hair fell into his face as he looked at me.

"No thank you"

"Please you'll get a favour?"

"If you do my History homework for a week I'm in"

"deal Regulus is great at History"'

"Jackass." I Mumble starting to put my books away.

"at 1?"

"At midnight I wanna get to bed fast"

"fine if your so eager to meet me" He threw his hair back and I took my bag starting to leave

"see you Love"

"Fuck you crouch" I showed him my middle finger as I left.

♡

The idea was to wear red Lingerie for my House colour but I quickly decided other wise as I found a small Green one. It was a dark shiny green that was perfect for a Slytherin Lake party.

I Had bought it last year and I still Remember all the stares Mulciber had given me.

The small piece almost covered up nothing and the water would make it look see through.

It was about fifteen minutes earlier when I got to the Fifth floor and as I got in I saw that the Bath was already full of blue and green water that made a pretty Turquois.

"Your early Darling?" Barty was laying on the cold floor he had green boxer's on and his white shirt was open showing his chest and abs.

"I can come back later?" I put my robe down under which I had my skirt and buttoned up blouse on.

"Oh no you know I like your company"

"And i like my homework done." I took my heels off and placed them neatly down making sure to bend down enough for Barty to see my Ass.

"Green for me baby?"

"No green for the sea serpent asshole." I held eye contact slowly unbuttoning my blouse.

He didn't look away, not once he looked down on my body, not until I took my Hair tie out and looked away for a split second.

"You wanted to Take a bath?" I ask and he got up, his body coming near mine until I felt his warmth and his fingers on my shoulder's talking my Blouse off and again holding eye contact.

"The Plan is different but we can start with that one yes" He whispered I let my hand go up his bare chest, taking his shirt off as well and feeling his fingers push my skirt down while walking towards the bath.

Seconds after I stepped out of my skirt he smirked before pushing onto my chest and making me fall in the water backwards.

I opened my eyes underneath the cold water, coming back up to see him crouching over the Bath.

"Green suit's you the best" He smiled, it wasn't cocky at all just lovely.

"But I think I prefer you Without it better" He came into the water his hand's quickly on my Hip's holding me up in the water.

As his hands touched my waist I remember, as if My brain got triggered by his touch.

The Question that had annoyed me the entire day.

what did happen?

I saw it again, I saw him groaning. I felt his hand and fingers running through my hair.

I tasted Him in my mouth.

"You Motherfucker." I whisper and he laugh's.

"What don't like what you did?" He smirks as he comes closer to my body.

"You jerk!" I slapped him on the shoulder.

"Don't act like you didn't like it, I can still hear you begging" His face was right in front of me His lip's almost touching mine a smug smile still on them as his eyes checked up on mine.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked almost breathless.

"Yeah you can fucking kiss me asshole" he chuckled as he leaned in, slowly it was almost to slow as his hand's helped me stay above water.

"I Love how you taste" He whispered as He pressed his forehead against mine.

"Mhm" I press my lip's on his again as I felt his tongue enter my mouth I put my body weight on him and put my legs around his waist.

It took a second for him to react as his hand's hocked me up below my thigh's pushing me upwards and to him.

"I should probably repay the favour shouldn't i?" he asked turning me around so my back hit the wall behind me.

"As if I like the sight of you as a pillow Princess"

"I don't remember you calling me that when I licked all of your spit of off your tits afterwards Bitch" he unclipped my bra as he said so taking it off and throwing it out of the bath

"oh he can curse as well?" he laughed taking one of my nipples into his mouth and pulling on it with his teeth quickly getting it hard.

"anything for you baby" he moaned looking up as his fingers played with my panties.

"anything you say?" I joked He took my panties off throwing them out of the water and Pushing my legs up again as I helped him out of his boxer's feeling him at my entrance and his hand guiding up and down my back his Voice soft against my lip's softly asking for permission.

"I wanna Fuck you" He mumbled my tongue sore as he pushed his lip's on mine.

"Please do" I whisper as he smiled my entire body stiff and The aching pain making me open my eyes as he slowly got into me.

I wonder how he held us both above water as it felt like all his will power was just there to kiss me until I was ready for him to move.

He pushed me against the wall his lip's parting while his hand was strangled in my hair.

He pushed In me a Second time and I let out a Moan.

"Barty" I whispered As he went faster thrusting into me, He bit my lip as his tongue got into my mouth again small groans left his lip's that he was trying to hold.

"Faster please" I moan the room echoing with them now.

He got almost to fast for my liking as I couldn't form my moans and they we're just repeating cut off One's.

"I'm gonna cum" I moan as let my head fall on his shoulder and he Nodded Going harder and  I Felt him Fill me up as I came as well.

"Fuck" He panted against me skin pulling out of me and I Breathed Through.

"Fuck I hate you" I Pull myself up some more and Kiss him.

"Good, Cause I Hate being One sided" He mumbled.

"I have to go" I mumble pulling him closer.

"No. No you don't, Just stay a bit" His Hand's we're both in my hair both pulling me closer, Deeper, stronger.

"Just stay Or I'll take you back to my dorm. And you can sleep there, And you Won't be late to anything Just stay with me" He pushed me closer to the wall and I gasped for air as he kissed my neck his teeth digging into my skin.

"Barty" I moan his name and He groaned.

"Yes?"

"Don't get attached Darling."

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-K<3

[ashleigghh]

Day 7: Christmas song. 777 words

When Regulus had, very reluctantly, agreed to go out with his friends tonight he hadn’t intended to get drunk. He was going to drink a little bit, listen to his friends make fools of themselves with the karaoke, chat with Dorcas about her rather confusing love-hate relationship with Marlene and let Pandora tell him all about her newest hobby. 

This idea had completely fled the second Dorcas had given him the puppy-dog eyes and asked him to do shots with them. He would kill anyone who even dared to suggest this but he was a massive softie when it came to his friends, he would quite literally burn the world to the ground, so throwing back a few shots was really not that big of a deal.

This had quickly backfired. 

“Reggggg,” Evan dragged out the word, throwing an arm over Regulus’ shoulders and swinging off of him, he was yelling over the loud music, some muggle song Regulus didn’t recognise, “Come dance with me.” 

Regulus shook his head, he was not going to throw himself into a crowd of sweaty, messy drunk people who were dancing in a way that would make his mother resurrect herself just to curse them. He spent his childhood learning steps to dances he could utilise in a ballroom, but he isn’t sure how to do… whatever it is they’re doing. 

“Please, I want you to enjoy yourself too, join us!” Evan leans into Regulus’ ear, slurring his words.

“I’m fine over here, you can go back to Barty, it’s all good.” Evan frowns, poking Regulus between the eyebrows, trying to smooth out the crease from his furrowed eyebrows. 

“We want to hang out with you though.” Regulus doesn’t think his friends realise how much things like this mean to him, a lifetime of hatred and suffering makes him vulnerable to this stuff. 

“I don’t want to be in the crowd, but you should go,” Regulus reassures, trying to swallow the guilty feeling that he’s ruining this night. This is why he shouldn’t drink, he can normally bottle up his emotions but right now it feels like they’re attacking him. 

Evan just waves their friends back over, Pandora attaches herself to Regulus’ spare arm while Dorcas and Barty collapse onto each other on the other side of the table, both covered in a sheen of sweat and breathing heavily. 

“We should do karaoke!” Barty exclaims, causing Dorcas to start slapping his leg excitedly, both of them so drunk it’s like watching toddlers interact.

“You, you are a genius!” She turns to the others, a pleading look on her face that in normal circumstances would make anyone agree. Regulus, however, is already at his wit’s end and the idea of singing in this overcrowded room so drunk people can scream and bellow at them, leering and spilling drinks, well he is not nearly drunk enough for that. 

“No. I am not singing, you can but I’m not.” Dorcas just laughs, fully believing she’ll be victorious

“I will get you singing Reg if it’s the last thing I do.” She darts off, returning less than five minutes later holding a tray with an absurd amount of drink balancing on it, placing it on the table and joining back in with their idle conversation. 

“Drink up, come on,” she pushes a drink to Regulus, who takes it with an eye roll, knowing exactly what she’s doing, this is all a part of her plan to get him to sing. 

“It’s fine if you don’t want to drink,” Pandora whispers in his ear, barely audible over the noise, an unnecessary but pleasant reassurance. Pandora’s good at this sort of stuff, making sure everyone’s comfortable, reminding them that they don’t need to change for others to accept them, they are loved as they are. 

A few songs pass as they sit there, talking about everything that’s happened in the last few weeks even though they all live close and see each other most days, frankly, it’s hard to follow and barely coherent. They watch two groups go up to the small stage and attempt to recreate their holiday favourites and it feels Regulus with dread.

“Are you ready to sing yet?” Dorcas asks again, pushing the tray towards him in case he’s still refusing. Regulus shakes his head, not even meeting Dorcas’ eye as he can feel him wearing her down. “That’s okay, we have all night.”

If Regulus eventually gives in and sings his heart out alongside some of the only people in the world he can tolerate to a cheesy Christmas song, well, he’s never going to admit that, so don’t even try it.

[siriuslygay1981]

Barty is the type to over share. You're talking about something random and he slaps the table with a gasp and interrupts you

"oh oh that reminds me of when-"

And he doesn't care if y'all met five seconds ago he's gonna tell you about the time his dad left him in a grocery store. He doesn't over share things people have told him though because even if he will tell you his whole life story he won't even mumur regulus' favorite color. Mostly if that person doesn't want others knowing

(he will apologize once for interrupting you but not again. Like he feels slightly bad but he doesn't mind if you interrupt either so he figures it's even.)

[honeybcj]

han! I'm here to talk about cherry bomb!

"She’s good. She’s not available.” I felt like I had been slapped w Barty, such a specific feeling captured so well. “Let me lead, okay?" on the floor not okay, unwell, giggling, twirling my hair -- loved them together, loved the vibes, dirtbag bcj forever in all his forms 💖

AHHHHH hello hello <33 cherry bomb! is soooo special to me. dirtbag barty is just !!!!!!

when regulus said that to him, he just lost it a little bit. like you said, a complete slap in the face. he’s like “well, damn. i guess that’s off the table for me because regulus said so.” as if that even stops him in the long run……..but it does keep him in check for a few months before all caution is thrown to the wind and he loses his mind the second he sees lily in that damn denim skirt. and the “let me lead, okay?” RAGHHHHHH look i know i wrote it but i’m still screaming about it. for the first time, he’s like “no, let me take care of you” because he really aims to please. like, if i was lily, i’d simply pass away from being straddled across barty’s thigh as he shotguns me.

SO happy that you love them. they are so very dear to me, and it means the world to me that you are in the same boat about dirtbag barty <3 you know what’s up, and i see you!!!!