#bartylus microfics

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Barty groaned dramatically for the hundredth time today. He had been particularly obnoxious today, sighing and groaning and acting like a complete drama king because, well, what would you expect from him?

Regulus rolled his eyes and looked up at the boy, who he was literally lying against. “What is it, Crouch?”

“This is torture,” Barty whined, pouting in the most dramatic way that only Bartemius Crouch Junior could. 

“Torture? Imagine how I feel, I am literally bleeding and immobilized.”

“Well, yeah, but that’s why it’s torture for me!” Barty insisted, acting as if he really was the one suffering here. “My darling boyfriend is in pain and I can’t even do anything to help…I’m so upset.”

Regulus scoffed and flicked Barty on the forehead. “Oh please, you’re just pouting because I told you to keep your hands to yourself.”

Barty pretended to be offended, but he knew full well Regulus was right. He was very upset at not being able to do anything the entire week.

Regulus rolled his eyes, tilting his head to kiss the pout off of Barty’s lips. “There. Happy?”

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October 31st. Halloween. A night for dressing up in costumes, collecting candy, and embracing terror.

One of the dumbest muggle holidays, in Regulus’ opinion. But for whatever reason, Barty loved it. 

This year, Barty insisted on being a pirate for halloween. And he was trying to drag Regulus into it too.

“Come on, Reg! Don’t I look hot?” He asked with a cocky grin, leaning against the wall. He had on a big tricorn-style hat, which looked surprisingly good on him, a white shirt with frilly sleeves and a dark vest that also served as a corset. He’d even figured out a way to disguise his wand as a fake hook for his hand. 

All in all, Barty looked surprisingly good dressed as a pirate. Especially with the messy eyeliner around his eyes that were already so easy to get lost in. Regulus couldn’t believe how fond he was of the costume. 

And the frilly shirt Barty was wearing a cut rather low, and it showed off a mark of his neck that Regulus had left there at some point. No doubt it was Barty’s intention to put it on display.