hi! could i play roulette? number 24 from the acts of service list with barty?
and congratulations on 7k!! if anyone deserves it- it's you, i absolutely adore everything you write 🫶🏻🫶🏻
thank you so much, doll! & thanks for playing! <33
Barty Crouch Jr x Potter!reader who needs a glass of water [542 words]
CW: ²⁴⁾ getting up in the middle of the night to fetch them water, fem!reader, one [false] sexual insinuation, Barty @ Potter manor, Barty's about as soft as he's ever been in this tbh, nightmares, fluff
Barty was just beginning to think he could get used to this when he was suddenly not the only one in the kitchen anymore.
“Oh gods, you’re everywhere.” Regulus jokes as he joins him in the Potter’s kitchen, procuring himself a plate before pursuing the fridge for leftovers. “You alright?”
“Yeah, actually.” Barty admits, finding himself surprised by how true that is and how willing he is to admit it. “I…I think I really like it here.”
“You’re surprised?” Regulus laughs, though there doesn’t seem to be any judgement in his tone. “Your favourite person is here, after all.”
Barty laughs, too, feeling far lighter than he has…well…perhaps ever. “Fair enough.”
“Are you gonna stay?” Regulus asks as he jumps up to perch the counter whilst his food heats up.
“Can’t imagine going home after this, you know?” Barty admits, shifting on his feet with two glasses of ice water in his hands.
Regulus hums in agreement. “Can’t find it in me to blame my brother for leaving much anymore.”
“Oh yeah,” Barty drawls sardonically, “I would’ve been quick to abandon you there too.”
“Oi-”
“I know, I know.” Barty sighs before rattling off Regulus’ continuous arguement. “He was a kid too.”
“Good boy.” Regulus snickers, earning him a swat up the back of the head.
“Reg? Are you- oh.” James starts and stops as he steps into the kitchen, narrowing his eyes as he sidles up beside Regulus and gives Barty a once over. “You’re everywhere.”
Regulus can’t help but laugh at the familiar accusation as Barty narrows his eyes at James in return, almost hating how playful their back and forth has gotten since the beginning of his stay at Potter Manor.
“I was invited, toerag.”
“Oh, I’m aware.” James scoffs. “I protested vehemently.”
“And yet.” Barty smiles sardonically.
“What are you even doing in here anyway?” James huffs, and Barty sees his opportunity to bring this enemies-to-ambivalent-acquaintances arc that they’ve been coasting on straight back to enemies again as Merlin intended.
“Getting your sister a glass of water; she’s parched from all the shagging we’ve been doing.”
“You son of a-”
“Alright, alright. For Salazar’s sake, Barty.” Regulus grumbles as he grabs James by the shirt allowing Barty to slip out of the kitchen; he snickers to himself the whole way back to your bedroom.
“Bee?”
“Hey, Tres.” Barty coos as he walks around to your side of the bed, perching on the edge to hand you one of the glasses of water and placing the second on the nightstand. “How’s this, hm? Cold enough for you?”
You let out a shuddering breath and nod gratefully. “Yes, thank you. M’sorry.”
“There’s no need to be sorry, sweetness. Must’ve been quite the nightmare.” He murmurs softly, running his thumb along your damp hairline. “Think you’re gonna be able to fall back asleep?”
“You’re staying, right?” You blurt suddenly; glass nearly slipping out of your clammy hand as you urgently clutch Barty’s wrist with the other. “You’re going to stay? You’re staying?”
“I’m right here, tres.” Barty assures you, distressed yet very touched that even your unconscious mind seems to be worried about his whereabouts. He can't find it in him to mind; you make up the majority of his dreams, too. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”
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so today i actually decided to kick my writers block on the stomach and edit the first draft of my rosekiller flower shop / tattoo parlour idea so yeah
may i pretty please request more potter!reader x barty 🤲 whatever you feel like darling, though if you need ideas i think i’d be hilarious if james insists on joining reader to the slytherin common room bc he “doesn’t trust” barty and then him just being extremely uncomfortable while the slytherin skittles are their usual chaotic selves
ooooh Barty & our potter!reader. thanks for your request! <3
Barty Crouch Jr x Potter!reader who should date a nice Slytherin like Evan [644 words]
CW: summoning demons as a pass time, Slytherin skittle nonsense, James is way in over his head
“He did what!?” James beseeched as he and Regulus sat down in the Slytherin common room across from you.
Regulus smirked as he shot you a knowing look. “He released a malevolent poltergeist that was restricted to the haunted hall of the dungeons into Central Hall. Dumbledore and Filch are currently trying to negotiate with it in hopes to get it to return to its designated section of the castle.”
“A poltergeist worse than Peeves!?” James asked, causing Regulus to cock his head at him.
“You consider Peeves malevolent?”
James blinked at his boyfriend. “Well…I wouldn’t exactly consider him …volent…”
“Salazar.” Regulus muttered under his breath as he pulled out a book. “Yes, Jamie, worse than Peeves.”
“Bug!” James exclaimed, turning his comically wide eyes (only magnified by the thickness of his glasses) towards your casually curled up form.
“Yeah?” You asked nonplussed as you turned a page in this week's Witch Weekly.
“What on earth did Junior do!?”
You looked up at your brother with a look mixed with concern and confusion. “Erm…well, as Regulus just said, he released a-”
“I heard what Regulus said!” James barked as Barty and Evan entered the room; Evan moving to sit politely in a wingback chair whilst Barty languidly rolled over the back of the sofa you were sitting on and laid his body atop yours, which you readily accepted by lifting your arms with your magazine over his head so he could rest his head against your chest.
“Oh, are we talking about Donny?” Barty asked casually, though he kept his face shoved in the junction of your neck.
“‘Donny’?” Regulus snickered as James looked at him in horror.
“You named a poltergeist Donny?!”
“I didn’t name the poltergeist Donny, Potter.” Barty sneered. “It’s a nickname; it’s short for Abaddon.”
James let out a desperate, disbelieving sound as he turned his attention to you. “Bug, listen; out of all the Slytherin’s, really? Junior? Don’t get me wrong, I get the appeal, really, I do; but why couldn’t you have picked a nice Slytherin, like Evan?”
His question was answered with a snort from his own boyfriend. “Well which is it, James? Do you want her to date a nice Slytherin, or do you want her to date Evan?”
“Careful what you wish for, there, Potter.” Evan jeered from his seat.
“You’ve not got a leg to stand on here, Jamie.” You replied simply. “Not only are you and your lot responsible for the sodding squid in the Black Lake, but your own boyfriend is the one who summoned Donny to begin with.”
“You what!?”
“Yeah!” Barty chimed in. “I only released him from the dungeons, Regulus is the one who invited him here to begin with!”
“Why would you do such a thing!?”
Regulus simply shrugged his shoulders. “Evan bet me ten galleons I couldn’t do it.”
“And why would you do that!?” James directed to Evan who also shrugged his shoulders.
“I was bored.”
“Merlin’s tits.” James whispered in horror as he stared at the floor unseeingly. “They’re sodding mad…”
“Ha ha.” Barty taunted. “You’re in love with the criminally insane.”
You simply snorted and offered Barty a chaste peck on the lips before he once again rested his cheek on your chest. “Surprised it took you this long to notice, James.”
“They’ve not exactly been subtle.” Evan added.
“What are you saying, Evan?” Barty tried to bark, though the way his face was basically shoved into the fabric of your jumper seriously diminished any severity he tried to imbue. “Subtle is my middle name.”
“That’d make your initials B.S.” Evan continued, causing Regulus to snicker.
Barty hummed in thought. “No, nevermind. I prefer B.J, thanks.”
“Don’t we all.” Regulus added salaciously, and you nearly choked at the abashed look that took over your brother’s face.
2ndly, this is my official request for the 'potter!reader x Barty where she steals Jamies clothes' idea we were discussing ✌️
(I highlighted it in the Barty doc incase you forgot)
first of all; thank you, thank you! *bows dramatically*
secondly; here's a celebratory Barty fic
Barty Crouch Jr x Potter!reader and James is not pleased
There were a few things in life that being James Potter’s twin sister made particularly difficult.
One such thing was your ability to have friends (or, in your case, a boyfriend) not pre-approved by him.
You heard a horrified squawking sound as you made the last step down the stairs into the Gryffindor common room and looked up to see James staring at you with wide eyes while Sirius smirked, Remus rolled his eyes, and Peter groaned dramatically.
“Where do you think you’re going!?” James demanded as he all but stepped over Peter to make his way over to you.
“Prongs, please, this is the fourth time you abandoned this chess game.” Peter whined as Sirius snickered.
“Leave the poor girl alone, James. You’re not her mother.” Remus chided, causing you to raise your eyebrows at your brother as if saying “yeah!”
“Where are you going?” James amended with an eye roll of his own.
“Slytherin.” You answered simply, crossing your arms over your chest as you challenged your brother head on.
“And what are you wearing?” He continued displeasing; plucking at the long-sleeved t-shirt you currently adorned between his two fingers as if it was something particularly disgusting he’d found on the side of the road.
You scoffed derisively as you swatted his hands away. “What? Are joggers and a long sleeved shirt not modest enough, James?”
He narrowed his eyes at you as he petulantly swatted you back for having swatted him. “These are boys' clothes, Y/N; you’re wearing a boy’s clothes. Oh my Godric; you’re sleeping with him, aren’t you!” He accused theatrically.
He spun on the spot to face his friends and dragged you beside him roughly by the arm as he pointed at you. “She’s wearing his clothes! Junior is defiling my sister.”
And though that wasn’t technically untrue, it wasn’t the fucking point, or any of his business.
“James!” You shouted over his panicked trade, ignoring Peter’s protests at him being “far too invested in his own sister’s sexual habits.”
“James Fleamont Potter!” You bellowed, grabbing your brother by a fistful of his hair and pulling his face towards you. “This is your shirt. I took it from your trunk.”
James froze in his place; hunched over like a ventriloquist dummy that you were controlling by means of his hair as he took a second look at your outfit.
A brief look of embarrassment flashed across his features as his eyes flit back up to yours.
“Huh.” He chuckled awkwardly. “Funny that.”
You sneered at him and shoved him away from you. “As lovely as this was, Jamie, I’ll be leaving.”
“Wait! No!” James started, reaching for you before he was being physically redirected back towards the couch by Remus.
“Come on, James; leave your sister alone, yeah?” He said jovially as he thumped James on the back twice.
“Go on, Princess, while he’s distracted. And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Sirius called, shooting you a salacious wink.
You barked a laugh and shook your head. “That doesn’t leave much off limits, Black.”
James squawked again as Sirius laughed boisterously and you left the Gryffindor common room behind you.
Blessedly, the noise level (and general vibe) in the Slytherin common room was far more relaxed as you stepped through the door.
Barty whipped his head towards the sound sporting a very severe expression on his face until his eyes landed on you, causing his expression to turn into a beaming smile as he flipped the chess board he’d been in the middle of playing with Evan over; telling his friend to “get fucking lost, my girl is here.”
You chuckled at Evan’s petulant grumblings as Barty swept you up off your feet into a bear hug and breathed you in.
“What took you so long, angelcakes?” He said through a sigh as he placed you back onto your feet, though kept your face secure within his hands as he smiled down at you.
“I had to fight off my brother on my way.”
Barty rolled his eyes dramatically and lowered his voice. “If you need me to kill him, just say the word, Princess; he’ll never bother you again.”
You chuckled and teasingly smacked his arm. “Brothers are meant to be a bother; that’s what they’re put on this earth for.”
Regulus offered you a ‘hear, hear’ as Barty escorted you towards his dorm room.
You were no sooner curled up against Barty on his bed when he was pulling you away from him and scrutinising your form.
“What are you wearing?” He asked bemusedly.
You groaned dramatically and threw yourself back onto the bed. “What is it with everyone and their obsession with my outfit!?”
“It’s not the outfit, it’s the shirt.” Barty explained, sitting up to get a better look at you.
“It’s just a shirt - not even a very nice one at that.” You muttered, looking down at the random shirt you’d pilfered from your brother’s trunk; why were boys clothes so much more comfortable!?
“How dare you!” Barty bristled in offence. “I spent a lot of my father’s dirty money on that shirt!”
You looked at your boyfriend with furrowed brows. “Barty, this isn’t your shirt?”
“I know - I bought it for Reg for his birthday last year.”
This was Regulus’ shirt?
But…
“Barty…” You started slowly, realisation dawning on you as you met your boyfriends bemused eyes. “I stole this shirt from Jamie’s room.”
Barty’s brows furrowed further as he looked back down at your James’ Regulus’ shirt. “Why…why would Potter have Reg’s shirt?”
You let the silence sit for a few moments before each of you were scrambling from Barty’s bed and racing to the common room.
“Are you sleeping with my brother!?” You shouted at the same time Barty screeched, “you’re fucking a Potter too!?”
Regulus had looked up from his book though staunchly refused to look at you; and whilst his face remained impassive, a furious blush overtook his face.
“I’M TELLING SIRIUS!” You shouted as you turned and bolted towards the door; Regulus hot on your heels shouting “don’t you fucking dare!”, and Barty cackling madly as he followed the two of you up to Gryffindor tower.
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