OHHHHWHHSHHW WHAT DO YPUBMEAM WE ARE SYNCED UP JABSJAHAKAHAIâď¸âď¸âď¸ IVE ALREADY SEEN A COUPLE W JEGULUS AND ITS OUGGHHSHS DOOMED !!! DOOMED I SAY !!!
all i can say,,, as a compensation,,,, men who yearn,,, are men who earn đ
-đ anon
anon ur brain. MEN WHO YEARN ARE MEN WHO EARN. and the ill fated jegulus makes my soul ACHE.
so yes take ur compensation with both hands and raise you yearning barty.
BECAUSE ITS 100% HIS TOP SKILL, BRO WAS BUILT TO YEARN.
yearning obsessed!barty and grumpy!reader who never gives his antics the time of day. quite literally doesnât give him an ounce of attentionâyouâre rather disgruntled every time he forces himself into your space. because all you want is some peace and quiet but no.
barty crouch jr has to come barrelling into great hall, all grins and loud chattering and chaosâplanting himself next to you as if you hadnât made it abundantly clear you wished to be left alone.
but to your misfortune, barty was nothing if not relentlessâanother day, another token. this one was wrapped delicately, decorated with a bow and your initials. he pushed it into your space with a shining grin that made you want to wince awayâjust too bright.
he slung an arm over your shoulder, leaning into you whispering into your ears as he greeted youâyour name leaving his lips like it was just his to say. and when you grimaced at the proximity, eyes darting to where his arm laid on youâfar too casual, too comfortableâand then to his face.
gods, was he close.
so close you could feel his breath fanning over your face, could smell the fresh air that had whipped his hair into its mussed state mixing with his own scent. he wasnât even shy about the way his watched youâeyes flickering from yours to your lips, that held a mild scowl. his own lips stretching into something more wolfish as he watched you avert your gaze. irises shakingâalmost panicked.
your eyes rolled as you shrugged of his armâyet he still stayed stuck to your side, almost magnetised. his warmth seeping through your robes.
plucking the toast from your hand and taking a large biteâsimultaneously forcing the package into your still opened grasp as you gaped at him. barty continued to chew unceremoniously brows raising as motioned you to open it.
he smiled to himself when you sighed, grumbling about your toast, yet your fingers were working open the ribbon. the parchment floated lightly onto the table, revealing a bookâyour favourite book.
how did he know?
your brows furrowed as you examined the copy, youâd never seen one like this beforeâeyes flickering back to him in skeptic confusion. he just grinned at you, arm inching its way around you again. settling into the pocket of your robe.
he used his other hand to take his wandâpressing it to the surface of the cover. and it shifted, morphed, sparkled as the title floated around, an admittedly beautiful illustration surrounding it in movement.
and there was an undeniably warm sense of pride blooming in barryâs chest at the way your eyes glimmeredâlips parting in awe. and he could have sworn he saw the corners of your lips twitch upwards. he was still taking in your reaction, watching as your fingers traced the edge when he murmured so quietly you almost didnât hear it.
âdrew it myself.â
that got your attentionâeyes shamelessly flitting over to him. and you were met with a shockingly soft expression, almost shy.
you say wordlessly for a few more moments, eyes still stuck on bartyâbefore you swiftly stoodâhis hand falling out of your pocket while his eyes tracked your movements.
maybe youâd misjudge him, maybe.
just as quickly as you stoodâbag slung over your shoulder, your warmth quickly dissipating from bartyâs side. you pressed a gentle peck to the tops of he cheekbonesâpicking up the book and tucking beneath your arm. your small thank you soft and honeyed in his ears.
and then you were gone.
robes filling with air as you walked swiftly out of the dining hall.
and barty all but melted into the seatâslumping dramatically, tracing the surface of his cheek where you lips had beenâheat travelling helplessly to the surface as a cheesy grin split across his lips.
all he could do was watch your figure disappear down the corridorâcheek pressed against the hard wood of the table, a lovestruck expression plastered to his face.
it took him over a week to figure out how to animate his drawing with magic (thank you dorcas).
and gods was it worth it.
