#poor barty

@jegulus-microfic February 4, Word count 533

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Regulus dutifully followed the deputy headmistress into the bowels of the castle. They’d walked down four flights of stairs before she broke the silence between them and began asking him questions. 

“Were you really attempting to reconcile with your brother?” She asked, keeping her head pointing forward. He would have rolled his eyes if he didn’t think she would know. He’d found that Minerva McGonagall could sense actions like that. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear she had a touch of a seer about her.  

“Yes,” He finally answered. It wasn’t a complete lie. He and Sirius had apologised to each other after all. 

“Hmm,” She hummed. Regulus wasn’t sure if she believed him or not. “And you were dancing with Sirius and the others?” Salazar’s pointed beard this was tedious. 

“No,” He told her. She glanced over her shoulder, praising him with narrow eyes. “They danced because they are lunatics, I watched from the safety of James’s bed.” He realised too late what he’d done. He debated for less than a second whether he could get away with casting obliviate on her. But decided against it. She was too canny for it to stick effectively. 

“James?” She asked, the corners of her mouth twitching. “I would have thought you would have addressed him as Potter, but I suppose even upstairs, you appeared rather more familiar with him than I expected,” He had no idea how to answer that. He decided, as it had no true question to it, he’d ignore her prodding. “Ah, here we are. Goodnight Mr Black,”

“Goodnight, Professor McGonagall,” He said curtly, before muttering the password under his breath and walking into the Slytherin Common room to raucous applause. 

“What the fuck did you do to get a personal escort from the Gonagalls herself?” Barty called out loudly. If Barty wasn’t one of Regulus’s closest friends, he’d probably have avada’d him by now.

“Oscausi,” He drawled lazily, flicking his wand with as much enthusiasm. Barty’s mouth sealed shut, completely disappearing as though it had never been there. Regulus swept across the common room, hurried into the shadows of the staircase leading to the dorm rooms, and pulled the cloak out from under his robes. He hastily wrapped it around himself and walked back out of his hiding spot. Evan had Barty pinned to the sofa as he squirmed, trying to gouge a hole in his skin where his mouth had been, while Dorcas attempted to cast the outer curse. 

“Will you hold still, Crouch, or you’re going to end up with a mouth on your hand instead of your face!” He didn’t find out if Barty got his mouth back in the right place as he was already on his way back up to Gryffindor Tower. He walked invisibly past a small tabby cat with strange markings around its face that looked almost like spectacles. The cat’s eyes followed him as he passed it, and for a moment, he swore it could see him. He brushed that notion off. He was under an invisibility cloak, nothing could see him. But just in case, he picked up the pace and was soon out of sight of the inquisitive cat. 

„You're a bad idea, but a real good time

Oh, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't love it 'cause I do

I'm a couple minutes out from relapsing into you

Oh, fuck it, baby, I love it, I love it, love it, I

I love it when we fight and I like it when you're mean“

So.

Evan needing glasses to see and stuff. Except he doesn’t like glasses, so he just wears contacts all the time. And no one has ever seen him in his glasses, because he quite simply never wears them.

But there’s a day in fifth year when Evan’s just completely worn out (because fifth year’s workload is, in one word, brutal), so he decides to go to bed early. Barty and Regulus aren’t in the dorm because of how early it is, which means that they’re doing other things. And Evan gets ready for bed, and takes his contacts out and everything, and then realizes that he has a test tomorrow that he hasn’t studied for.

And so he reluctantly gets back up to grab his books and notes, but he doesn’t feel like taking the time to put contacts in, especially since he’s not even going anywhere. So he puts on his glasses instead. And Evan’s just sitting on his bed, shirt off and plaid pajama pants on, wearing his glasses and not realizing how good he looks.

And then Barty walks in, not expecting Evan to be awake (because Evan had told him and Reg that he was going to bed earlier than usual) and certainly not expecting Evan to be looking like that. And there’s this awkward moment when Evan looks up to see who’s entered, and Barty’s just standing there with his mouth slightly open and he is positively ogling Evan. And Evan is confused, because why does Barty look like he’s just forgotten the entirety of the English language?

And so he ventures a casual “…Barty?”

And Barty shakes his head a little bit, closing and opening his mouth a few times before managing a choked, “When did you get glasses?”

And Evan frowns, saying, “I’ve always had glasses, I just usually wear my contacts.”

And Barty nods distractedly, squeaking out a “Right” before walking straight to the bathroom and closing the door abruptly.

Barty re-emerges about thirty seconds later, not saying a word to Evan as he walks straight back out of the dorm.

canon rosekillrr is so tragic, they didnt even get to meet in death

It wasn't after Azkaban that he was imperiod for the first time by his father, it was when he was sixteen. It was when he came out to him. It was when he told his father he was in love with a boy.

Barty had always felt impartial to his father. He detested his expectations and the pressure, but it wasn't until Barty was sixteen that he hated him.

Because no matter how hard his father tried, he couldn't make his son straight, not even with the imperius curse.

"Okay, listen."

The short answer is no - but Barty is struggling. Millions of years old, and he still hasn't gotten the hang of cooking anything flavourful or filling. He can do latte art with eyes closed - why is this a problem?

(praise the invention of jar sauces, honestly)

The pair of them are staring at what should be proofed dough for a loaf of bread (one dejected, and one clearly amused).

“Alright, Ev?” Barty whispers back. Evan leans even further forward with a dangerous tipsy sway until their noses are close to brushing. Barty’s heart is beating faster than he thinks should be possible, it’s nearing dangerous now.

@rosekillermicrofic June 14, word count 318

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“Evan, take me home!” Barty cried out before storming across the car park as fast as he could. Evan laughed and followed behind him, easily overtaking him. 

Evan opened the car door for Barty and helped him into the seat. Barty was sweating from the effort. He ground his teeth when Evan strapped him in, the seat belt sitting in just the wrong place. Evan tried to adjust it, but there was no good way of getting it away from Barty’s wound. 

“It’s not far, let's just go. Sitting like this is seriously uncomfortable. They all clambered into Evan’s car and set off home. 

As Evan drove through the city, he realised just how much he hated it now that he’d been out to Alphard’s. He was determined to move in in less than two weeks. Barty needed to get out of the city. It would be safer for him, Evan hoped. They’d at least be able to spot anyone hanging around who shouldn’t be. 

Evan slammed on the brakes. He’d been so caught up in his own thoughts that he’d nearly gone through a zebra crossing when someone was crossing. “Damn it, Evan,” Barty howled as the seatbelt cut into his healing skin. 

“Sorry, they had the right of way. I had to stop,” Evan said, holding his hand up apologetically at the man crossing the road. 

“Stupid pedestrians and their stupid rights of way,” Barty grumbled as he checked his stitches.  

“Are you OK?” Evan asked as he started driving again. 

“Yeah,” Barty sighed, tilting his head back against the seat. 

“We’re fine too, thanks for asking.” Sirius chirped from the black seat. Evan looked at them in the rearview mirror and chuckled. 

“Sorry, you want a smoother ride, better call a taxi.” He pulled the car up outside his house, and for the first time in a long time, he wasn’t happy to see it. 

@jegulus-microfic May 23, Word count 333

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James watched as Regulus wolfed down the food he’d brought him. He hadn’t meant to leave him so long, but he’d had to go to his lessons so as not to raise suspicion. He’d jumped out on Barty as he was on his way to the loo and scared the boy so badly he had to run into the toilets. James waited a minute, then followed him in. 

“Potter, you absolute twat!” Barty hissed at him as he washed his hands. “That was totally unfair,”

“Sorry,” James said, feeling a bit bad, but not that bad. “Regulus was still asleep when I last checked. I’m about to go up again. Has anyone asked too many questions?” 

“Nah, Regulus is such a swot, the professors just assume he’s off studying somewhere. He’s way ahead of the rest of the year, so they don’t even give him detentions any more if he skives. Lucky bastard. Flitwick gave me detention last week because I felt like a lie-in.”

“Same!” James joked, and he left Barty to go check on Regulus. He hadn’t expected his boyfriend to be at that moment flying down the moving staircases right towards him. 

James waited until Regulus was done with his potions. He didn’t even bother asking if he could help. Regulus knew what he was doing and hated interruptions. He brewed dangerous potions sometimes and needed to concentrate. 

Once everything was bottled, Regulus rolled his shoulders and stretched high up on his tip toes. James loved watching him stretch. The little bit of alabaster skin peeking out from under his jumper. He walked over and put his hands on Regulus’s hips, his fingers wiggling their way under the wool to get to the smooth skin beneath. Regulus looked up at him, a rare sweetness to his face that he seemed to save only for James and Pandora. 

James bent down, his lips less than an inch away from Regulus’s, when the alarms Regulus had placed around the room went off.