May I pleaseeeee request ploy!bartylus (that's probably spelt wrong) x reader? (Gn if that's okay!!!!) Like maybe reader it's supper into true crime or something similar but is a little over confident and a little stupid and keeps like kinda-ish-maybe accidently or not accidently seeking out active murders and not telling the boys before they go and like almost die now and then. or something. like anything is fine, I love ur writing so much ur so cool and amazing and thank you for existing please go drink water and have a lil snack that makes u happy and like don't eat a butterfly and idk ur very cool I hope you've had a great week and a good hair day and okay bye bye now um
I Was Just Curious... | Bartylus X Reader
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Pairing: Barty Crouch Jr x Regulus Black x GN! Reader
WC: 1,623
CW: Talks of injury, being stabbed, blood loss, serial killers, murders, crime, police, swearing, polyamorous relationships.
Author's Note: Omg, I'm so sorry it took me so long to get this out I've just been so busy lately thank you so much for the request and I hope you like it <3
ALSO HAPPY FUCKING SPOOKY SEASON EVERYONE!!!!
Summary: You cant help that you're curious...
You were always so surprised that it took muggle police so long to figure out the identities and the patterns of the killers they were investigating.
Honestly it didn't even feel like they were actually trying half the time.
It normally only took you about two days to figure out the identities of the people who were committing these crimes.
Admittedly you did have your magic and what not so that probably did give you what some might consider an ‘unfair’ advantage to the muggle police but that's besides the point.
The point was you liked finding out who these people were, you liked reading what crimes they had committed, obviously not to idolize them but because you were just simply curious.
You were curious as to the why’s and what’s.
Why did they do it? Why those specific people? What drove them to this point? Ect. Ect.
So when you figured out that you could use your magic to find these people, that you could find out who they were. You perhaps got a little too excited.
You finally had the chance to have answers to the questions that would flood your mind when you read about the heinous and disgusting acts that they would commit.
So you would find them, confront them. Ask them the questions that would practically drive you mad and then turn them in.
Was it the smartest thing in the world to confront murders and serial killers?
Absolutely not. Not in the slightest.
And your friends and boyfriends would tell how absolutely idiotic it was as often as they could. How they absolutely hated the fact that you were now putting yourself in danger in the name of curiosity.
The thing that bothered your boyfriends the most was that you would never tell anyone when you were going on your little ‘suicide missions’ as Barty called them. You would just leave, disappear without a word.
Now most of the time you would come home completely fine once in a while you came home with cuts and bruises, that would absolutely stress Regulus and Barty out to no end, but you never came hurt genuinely injured.
You had confronted a particularly nasty man. He was the worst of the worst at this point.
He didn't appreciate being found out and he had no problem expressing that when he made the choice to come at you with a knife.
Now here you were stumbling into your dark and empty flat that you share with Barty and Regulus clutching to your side as the crimson sticky liquid seeped through your shirt coating your hand.
You had lost a decent amount of blood so you started to feel quite weak and dizzy already, apparating home probably was not the best choice in keeping your strength, but I digress.
You stumbled through the door clutching at your side bumping into the wall knocking over a picture frame glass shattering on the floor. You felt dizzy, weak and Merlin did it hurt like hell.
You were leaning against the wall for support, looking paler by the second slowly losing consciousness as you slowly sunk to the floor as the world around you started to fade into black.
Eventually you had woken up to the sun spilling through the windows your eyes opening to see a white ceiling, the sun only making the white seem brighter. You couldn't help but close your eyes once again or the small wince that fell from your lips at the sudden brightens.
“Oh thank Salazar you're awake.”
You didn't have to look to know it was Regulus as he whispered; he sounded so relieved, so worried and so so exhausted.
You turned your head and opened your eyes meeting the sight of your normally stoic and well put together lover.
Next to him was a sleeping Barty, he was curled up on a chair, his position looking beyond uncomfortable.
They both looked like hell.
You tried to speak but your throat hurt feeling so dry.
“Here, drink first.” Regulus helped you sit up slowly.
You had felt a slight dull pain in your side where you had been stabbed. You watched as Regulus poured you a glass of water now realizing just how thirsty you were.
You gladly accepted the glass taking a long drink trying to help soothe your aching throat.
“We’re in St Mungo's, you've been passed out for over a day. Barty and I came home to find you bleeding on the floor… Y/N what in Merlin's name happened?” You had never heard Regulus sound so worried and concerned.
“I- I went to look for the man who's been killing people in London… he got upset that I knew it was him. He came after me…”
Your voice trailed off. You knew Regulus would be upset. He and Barty had told you countless times that you needed to stop but of course you never listened.
The sigh that left Regulus’ lips could only be described as disappointed and frustrated.
“Why? Why do you constantly do this?! We could have lost you Y/N!”
It was rare that Regulus yelled or shouted but he had never yelled at you up until this point.
His yelling had woken Barty up to the sight of a very pissed Regulus and you looking down like a scolded child.
“Oh thank Merlin you're awake, angel.”
Barty took no time to be at your side, completely ignoring Regulus and his scolding look.
Barty tilled your chin up with his fingers kissing the tip of your nose and then your lips softly, he then looked into your eyes with so much love and relief that you almost forgot how mad Regulus was.
“Are you okay? How are you feeling? How's your pain? Do you need anything?”
“I’m fine Barty, just a little pain. I’m fine I promise.”
Yours and Bartys attention was pulled away from each other when you heard a small scoff come from Regulus.
“Alright, Black. What's crawled up your ass? Our angel is awake and fine. You should be grateful that they're okay.”
Barty turned and looked at Regulus with a glare. He was clearly getting upset with what he considered Regulus’s ‘unnecessary and bitchy’ attitude.
“Why don't you ask them how they got hurt in the first place?” Regulus’ jaw was clenched a little, not bothering to hide his irritation.
Barty looked back at you a little hesitant and confused (something that was very unBarty-like) he then looked at you with raised eyebrows waiting for you to say something.
You were visibly hesitant and nervous.
“Go on. Tell him Y/N.” Regulus countied not trying to hide that he was still very pissed.
“I went to confront the man who has been murdering people in London. He attacked me.”
“Oh for fucks sake…” Barty mumbled running a hand through his hair. “We told you to stop doing that, Y/N.”
“I know, I know and I'm sorry I- I couldn't help it. I'm just so curious…”
“We understand that but your curiosity isn't worth your life… we can't lose you.”
When you looked up at Regulus as he spoke the last thing you expected to see was the tears brimming in his eyes.
That only made you feel worse.
To see one of the loves of your life with tears in his eyes killed a part of you.
“You can't do this anymore, angel. I had never been so bloody scared in my life. Walking in our home and seeing your lifeless body… I can't ever go through that again. We can't ever go through that again.”
Barty’s words pulled your attention away from Regulus for a moment, your actions finally dawning on you.
You had been stupid. So fucking stupid. You felt terrible.
“I’m sorry. Truly. I won't do it anymore. I'll find another way to cure my curiosity. I- I didn't mean for it all to go this far… to worry you both so much. I feel terrible.”
“I'm not going to say that it's fine because it's not, but we understand. We just can't stand the idea of something happening to you. You mean everything to us. It would ruin us if something happened to you. It's supposed to be the three of us. Forever.”
Barty sat on the hospital bed next to you, his hand resting on yours as he looked at you with love and concern swimming in his eyes. “Regs right, angel. You have to stop these little suicide missions. If me and Reg were only a few more minutes late, who knows what would have happened.”
“You're both right. I'm done. Honest.”
“That's all we ask, amour. We love you too much to see something happen to you.” Regulus sat on the other side of you putting your hand in his and kissing your hand softly, his anger and frustration from before forgotten.
“I love you both so much…”
You whispered as the exhaustion from your body healing and the high amount of emotions caught up to you, slowly you started to fall asleep.
The last thing you felt and heard before sleep consumed you was Barty crawling up next to you wrapping you in his arms and then the soft sound of Regulus chuckling.
You always knew you were lucky. That you were lucky beyond belief.
You had amazing friends and two amazing partners that meant the world to you.
In that moment you had realized that your questions would just have to remain unanswered. That being here with them was so much more important than any answer to any question you could ever have.
