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rblackdeco · 6 months

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write something about bipolar barty

— pairings: barty crouch jr. x regulus black (hinted)

— a/n: this is cluttered kinda, but i hope you like it! also you didn't specify if you wanted him maniac or depressed so i did him depressed and i might do a maniac one later on!

— summary: barty having a depressive episode

It comes to him in waves. It comes to him like the first, worst wave of a tsunami, washing him off to shore until he's numb to it. Truth is, he gets numb by it. He closes his eyes, hold his breath, but he knows he can't stop it from coming. He can't, his friends can't, his boyfriend can't. Barty feels like the worst circus attraction of all times, but he can't stop it.

Then, it just goes blank. It goes weeks without notice, it goes months at long. Suddenly he doesn't remember when it started, or if it even started. Sometimes he thinks he's always been like that. Sometimes it's his father's voice telling him that, too.

Barty wishes, he really wishes his boyfriend and friends would stop looking at him like that. Barty has never grown found of pity, never liked it, to be honest. He tries to think of all the things he didn't like in this world.

One, his father. Easy, of course, and obvious, but it has to be number one on his list. Two, commiseration. Not because of what you think, he just thinks the word is too long. Maybe if it was easier to write it would roll out of his tongue easier too. Maybe then he could talk about it rather than going numb, or crying.

Growing up, people have always said Barty was tough. Tough, even when he was little, even when he'd rather be anything else. No, Barty was tough. He was bark and bitter and bloody knuckles, born and raised to not fear anything, under the wing of a ever-demanding father, the ever lasting shadow of his mother. So yes, if anything, Barty Crouch Jr was tough. Or so he thought.

The number three: crying. Evan says it is about the catharsis or some shit, Barty doesn't care. He hates it, he hates being seen crying, hates that his tears seen to fall for hours once they start, he hates that he sobs. Loud crier, or that's what his parents say of him. Can never keep it down, he remembers his father saying. He can, it turns out, from the countless times he cried from anger from his father when the referred man was only next door. He doesn't remember the last time he cried. He thinks it's been a year or two, but again his memory sucks at this kind of things.

The only thing he's sure is that Regulus hold him through it.

Regulus, who for once didn't act careless whenever he touched Barty, Regulus who handled him like he was the most delicate of things, the most sacred of gifts, a bliss into his life. Regulus who touched him like sunlight. Barty never thought he'd be so fond of being treated like he'd break. Like he could break, for a start. But oh, how he liked it. Then, how he loved it.

Barty's face were stained with tears, something he'd never admit if it was to anyone but Regulus, his flesh red and whipped, wounded skin under Regulus ever so light touch. Barty winced at the contact. He wished for many things. Most of all, he wishes Regulus hasn't seen him in such state. He wishes Regulus would for once turn his back on him, be a terrible friend for his own sake, he wishes that for once, Regulus would frown at his scars. The look of love in his eyes makes the boy hiss like a scared cat. He hated it. He hated how much he bended over Regulus touch. He wishes he would turn him away instead.

Regulus never did. It'd be easier if he was as tough as people make him out to be. But no, Barty wasn't tough. He didn't feel tough. Not when he was panting and his breath was catch on his lungs and it felt like dying. It felt like dying until Regulus' touch bring him back from the dead.

Then it just felt like Regulus.

#marauders #marauders fic #barty crouch jr #debnamstarrwrites — ★#regulus black #regulus x barty #bartylus #bartylus fic #bipolar barty has my heart #i love him sm

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sommerregenjuniluft · 7 months

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weekend snippet 🐜

Ant Pile won on the poll and i’m gonna be honest i didn’t think ppl were much interest in my little rosekiller babies so i got a bit emotional jdkdhj i’m so glad!! :,

thank you for the tags @kaaaaaaarf, @xjustakay and @pinkthekla <3 (i think it was u guys, i’m too lazy to scroll back and check lmao)

Face scrunched up and Evan is a bit distracted honestly with Barty’s lower lip sticking out and all and he demands they strip and immediately take a shower before they get stains on something valuable.

Evan nods because that makes sense and it’s no different from showering in the shower stalls in school, right?

So he toes off his shoes and watches Barty fumble with his belt and suddenly it all feels a bit much.

Suddenly he doesn’t know how much looking is a normal amount, because staring the whole time is definitely not but not watching at all is probably even more suspicious, isn’t it?

And Evan tries to remind himself It’s just B, just Barty—the kid with snot running down his face and the one that does everything with Evan so there’s no need to feel so…this.

ah yes nothing like 16 year old boys experiencing gay panic ✨

EXTRA SNIPPET because i actually did write something new yesterday lol, this one’s for teddy<3 cw: drug use and kinda nsfw?

Barty turns around to him, sniffs and then puts a hand high on Regulus inner thigh, open mouth twitching into a menacing smile.

Licks the pad of his middle finger, collects the residue pill dust from the smooth glass surface and then reaches right for Regulus.

Regulus doesn’t know what Barty’s plan is at first, but he opens his mouth nonetheless, instinctively and then Barty is probing with his finger along Regulus’ upper row of teeth.

Sliding his digit over Regulus’ gums and then down and under his tongue, then back on his tongue.

Another finger slipped in and full on just shoving them down Regulus’ throat.

He gags, eyes tearing up and coughs a bit as Barty continues to fuck his mouth with two of his fingers in a room full of fucking people.

#open tags? since the weekend is over lol #fic: ant pile #rosekiller #bartylus #rosekiller fic #bartylus fic #dw these are seperate fics fjkskd #lune writes

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neaverse · 11 months

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Just did a thing...

Give it a read<3

#bartylus #Regulus Black x Barty Crouch Jr #ao3 #Bartylus fic #marauders #regulus black #barty crouch junior #my fics

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starlightflavour · 11 months

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“i never knew the stars had a flavour”

ship: Barty Crouch Jr. x Regulus Black, past Barty x Remus characters: Barty Crouch Jr., Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin rating: Explicit summary: A recent night spent at Regulus’s left Barty feeling more on edge than ever before. He made some bad choices because of it, getting back in touch with his ex, Remus, and starting a serious fight with Sirius. He meant to hide it from Regulus for longer, at least until the worst of his bruises had healed, but Regulus came looking for answers. Barty couldn’t hide from him any longer. Regulus wasn’t pleased, to say the least, until the two of them finally spoke about what really bothered them…

additional tags and preview under the cut!

additional tags: modern/no magic AU, university AU, friends to lovers but make it toxic, mutual pining, they're obsessed with each other, implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced abuse, sexual asphyxiation, Barty has a choking kink, both of them have insane amounts of pent-up frustration and it's all finally coming to a head, possessive Regulus Black, possessive Barty Crouch Jr., everything is consensual, Barty POV, tattooed Regulus Black, Reg is a brat, explicit sexual content.

heed the tags — this isn't cute and fluffy.

preview:

Regulus grabbed a hold of the collar of Barty’s jumper, using it to draw him in closer than before. “I’ve never wanted anyone else but you either. I said it earlier, you are mine,” Regulus murmured, breath hot against Barty’s lips. “I meant it then and I mean it now.” Maybe Barty had miraculously ended up in heaven, after all. Or Sirius had knocked him out the other day and this was the last thing is crazed mind conjured up before he breathed his last. Or, most unbelievably of all these scenarios, it was actually happening. He didn’t even care anymore which of those options it was, he just knew that he wanted it to last forever. “Do you?” Barty asked, a smirk slowly appearing. “Come and claim me, then.” He moved his hands to Regulus’s hips, holding him still. Right before their lips could touch, he whispered one last thing into Reg’s ear. “I’ve never been anyone else’s.” He pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin there, as much a promise as his words were.

read here on ao3 and please leave me a comment there or send one over here x

#bartylus #bartylus fic #barty x regulus #regulus x barty #barty crouch jr #regulus black #gay dead wizards #hp fic #hp fanfiction #marauders era #modern marauders #marauders fic #marauders fanfiction #my fic

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not-rab · 1 year

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welcome to the marauders fandom <3

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ellecdc · 6 days

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hello love! I just, like, devoured all your writings today and idk if your requests are open, but I really like seer!reader and I was wondering if I could request one with poly!marauders where reader is a slytherin and she has a vision of befriending them or being in a relationship with them?

I’d imagined she thinks it’s a silly vision at first but the more she sees the boys (as she’s friends with Regulus so is bound to run into them with him), the visions occur more and more until she finally has an official interaction with them and officially meets them.

Idk if that’s too complicated/confusing, if so, you don’t have to write it obviously 😅.

I love Seer reader!!! thanks for your request lovie <3

please note: my requests are currently closed as I finish exams and work through the requests that I currently have.

poly!marauders x Seer Slytherin fem!reader who Sees a relationship with them

“Tell me again why I have to sit at the Gryffindor table for lunch?” You protested as Regulus all but dragged you to the Great Hall and Barty skipped merrily-on ahead.

“Because I have to sit at the Gryffindor table for lunch.” He answered gruffly, strengthening his hold on your arm as you faltered in your steps.

“I don’t know, babes; have you ever considered just killing him? You wouldn’t have to reconnect with your estranged brother if he was dead.” Barty offered nonchalantly.

“For the last time, Barty, I am not killing my brother.”

“A decision we’re all suffering for, apparently.” You muttered petulantly as you entered the Great Hall; chatter and the sounds of cutlery and tableware permeating your senses.

“Don’t worry, Treasure. The faster we eat the faster we can get away.” Barty offered in consolation.

“I am not doing the heimlich on you again, Barty.” You groaned as you followed Regulus towards the wrong side of the Great Hall.

“Come on, they’re not that bad.” Regulus tried.

You and Barty both stopped to give him unimpressed glares.

“Lupin’s not that bad.” He corrected.

“Yeah, and then he ruins that by the company he keeps.” You grumble as you plopped yourself down unceremoniously at the Red and Gold table across from your three lunch dates for the day.

Listen, you were all for being a good friend, a supportive friend; you would die for Regulus Black.

You’re not sure that support extended to willingly eating lunch with Gryffindor’s.

But Regulus was determined to mend his relationship with his brother before Sirius graduated, Barty went just about anywhere Regulus went, and apparently you were single-handedly responsible for Regulus’ general sanity when it came to his brother and Barty.

“Hello Reggie!” Sirius called quickly.

“Don’t call me that.”

“What am I supposed to call you?” His brother bit back slightly less brightly.

“I call him sugar tits but I don’t think that’s universal.” Barty offered as he started loading up his plate.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Junior.” James offered cautiously.

“I bet it is, Potter.”

Sirius sighed as if he’d been dealing with the likes of toddlers all morning and not 37 seconds of Barty Crouch Junior. “The polite thing to say would be ‘it’s nice to see you too, James’.”

Barty froze with his fork half way to his mouth as he furrowed his brows at Sirius. “No it wouldn’t; it’s not polite to lie, Black.”

“I brought another friend you can try to converse with.” Regulus spat hastily.

“Pretend I’m not here; that’s what I’m doing.” You sighed as you resigned yourself to your fate.

“Well, this is off to a good start.” Remus said with a smirk as he flipped a page in his book.

You did suppose Lupin was the least…abrasive of him and his boyfriends. You’d had a chance to get to know him last year during prefect rounds; and while you didn’t appreciate how much he let his fellow Marauders get away with, he was relatively nice. In fact, if he had been in any house other than Gryffindor, you may have given him a chance.

His boyfriend’s, though?

You’d rather take your chances with the Giant Squid than spend your lunch hour with them.

Were they attractive? Sure. You may be contemptuous, but you weren’t blind.

But they always seemed to be on; there was never a moment of silence with those two nearby, and you often found yourself bracing for impact whenever they were around.

“Looking as smashing as ever, L/N.” James said as he shot you a wink.

Case in point.

“If I threw a stick, you’d leave right?” You sneered and turned towards your sandwich.

“Nice!” Barty cheered at the same time as Remus muttered “easy kitten; play nice.”

You started to feel the familiar sensation of your consciousness being pulled elsewhere. It felt as though you were being submerged under cold water, and the neurons firing in your brain were being gently lifted and ushered towards a new reality.

“What’s wrong dollface?” Sirius asked you earnestly.

You sucked in a shaky breath as you tried to hide the trembling in your hands. “I just don’t feel very good.” You whispered, not trusting your voice to get through a sentence without sobbing.

“Oh, my poor girl. Come here sweets.” He repositioned himself from laying on his stomach to sitting cross legged and opening his arms in invitation.

You quickly accepted his offer and curled up in his lap as he wrapped protective arms around you and began to rock you back and forth.

“You’re okay, dolly. You’re just fine.” He murmured with his lips pressed to your hair line. “D’ya wanna stay here with me and the boys tonight?”

You let out a pathetically embarrassing keening sound as you nodded quickly.

“Okay baby; consider it done.”

You sucked in a horrified breath as your consciousness returned and you were once again assaulted by the noises of the Great Hall.

Regulus quickly caught the glass of pumpkin juice you’d just nearly toppled and was holding your wrist tightly in his hand.

You thanked the deities for his seeker reflexes and that he seemed to already know what had happened; this was a relatively routine practice between the two of you this far along in your friendship.

“You’re okay.” He offered without even sparing you a glance as he took a napkin with his free hand to clean up what little you’d spilled.

He kept your wrist in his grip; tracking your pulse as he waited for your heart rate to slow down.

“Was it a good one!?” Barty asked excitedly, alerting you to the fact that it wasn’t just you and Regulus sitting here.

You looked up horrified to see Remus, James, and Sirius all looking at you with various levels of concerns.

“Was what a good one?” Sirius asked bemusedly.

Barty scoffed derisively. “She’s a Seer, Black. Fuck, you’re thick.”

“Barty.” Regulus scolded as he turned to offer you his full attention.

“Are you really?” James asked at the same time as Regulus asked “what did you See?”

“I have to go.” You muttered breathlessly as you grabbed your things and headed towards the exit.

“No fair! Why does she get to leave and I don’t!?” You heard Barty whine as you pushed through the doors to the courtyard.

You were going insane, surely. This was just a bout of madness. You needed psychological help, like one of those muggle mind healers. You could not seriously be having Sights of you dating the Marauders.

“Hey L/N!”

“Fucking hells!” You shrieked as you spun to see Remus and James approaching you, the latter having been the one to call your name.

James still had his ever present smile on his face whilst Remus approached you with slightly more caution.

“Not happy to see us?” Remus asked with a soft smirk across his face.

“I…well,”

Apparently your bumbling was particularly telling to your current mental state, if their furrowed brows and nervous glances to each other were anything to go by.

“No funny quip for us today? You’re not going to tell me that I look like something you could draw with your left hand?” James taunted.

“Go fuck yourself, Potter.” You said with half the amount of derision you’d intended.

“Why? You wanna watch him?” Remus asked.

Okay, everything you ever said about Remus being not as bad as his boyfriends?

Lies.

“For Salazar’s sake, L/N; you sure know how to pick ‘em, huh?” Avery sneered from behind you.

“Speak when you’re spoken to, fuck face.” You barked back.

Avery only scoffed in response.

“Hanging out with Baby Black and his crazy pet that follows him around wasn’t enough; you had to sully yourself with the likes of Gryffindor’s?” Mulciber continued for him.

“You know, I’d be mad too if I looked like someone who has fallen for every MLM scam known to mankind.” James spat; his face taking on a severity you’d never seen from the notoriously sunny-dispositioned boy.

You wondered what else you hadn’t seen from him.

You made a rather hasty and embarrassing retreat after that gave you some…inappropriate thoughts.

You’d been plagued with more Sights since then, having been avoiding them after more images of them fussing and fawning over you (and - perhaps more horrifyingly - you over them), and then out-and-out hiding from them after a particularly… steamy Sight you had.

“You cannot hide in the Slytherin common room forever, Treasure.” Barty sighed as he plopped down beside you on the couch and rested his head on your shoulder.

“Why not?”

“Because Regulus gave them the password to the common room.”

“He what!?” You shrieked as the door opened and in spilled three Gryffindors and one Slytherin.

“There you are, angel!” James cheered as he quickly made his way towards you.

Already with the pet names!?

“Did you really think you could hide from us, dollface?” Sirius winked as he and James took the settee across from you (causing a few younger year Slytherin’s to quickly vacate the area).

“Regulus, how could you?” You seethed at your now ex-friend.

“I’m tired of Barty bailing on me to hide out here with you. Also, I’m not a house elf and will no longer be bringing you your meals.”

You pouted at him before a surprised yelp left your lips as you were lifted up from your seat.

Remus took your place on the sofa and placed you in the space between his thighs.

“Lupin! What are you doing!?”

“Making your dreams come true, gorgeous.” Sirius answered for you.

“They’re not dreams, you absolute mumpsimus. They’re visions of the future.” Barty sneered.

“Even better then.” James continued as he now pulled a scowling Sirius into his side. “We’re starting our future together.”

“You told them!?” You asked Regulus disbelievingly.

“Well you weren’t going to.”

“That was the point!”

“Easy there, dove.” Remus whispered into your ear, causing a shiver to rack through you as your body traitorously melted further into Remus’ embrace.

The only way out of this was clearly going to be the death of you (via Remus’ smoothness, James’ loveliness, and Sirius’ boldness), their murders (at your hands), or stupidly drunk in love.

You weren’t sure which option was worse.

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reggies-fake-horcrux · 1 year

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James "the truth is you could slit my throat and with my one last gasping breath, I would apologize for bleeding on your shirt." potter

#james potter #james fleamont potter #hp marauders #atyd marauders #regulus x james #james x regulus #james and regulus #jegulus fanfiction #barty crouch jr #jegulus fic #jegulus #barty x evan #regulus and evan and barty #barty crouch junior #bartylus #harry potter marauders #marlene mckinnon #marauders fandom

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star4daisy · 11 months

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˗ˏˋ WIPS ˎˊ˗

⋆ I would never fall unless it's you

rosekiller sexuality discovery crack fic (2/4)

⋆ Arsonist's Lullabye

morally grey slytherin skittles focused fic at Hogwarts (rosekiller|jegulus|dorlene)

⋆ The Devil in your eyes

murder mystery rosekiller centred fic at the psych ward

⋆ Power Over Me

34k words | rosestarkillerchaser vamp au (2/3)

⋆ Fire on Fire

marydorlene poly au at hogwarts (1/4)

⋆ Daylight

rosestarkillerchaser trip au (2/8)

˗ˏˋ COMPLETED ˎˊ˗

⋆ You Hold My Heart In Your Hands

20k words | serial killer rosekiller au (3/3)

⋆ Addicted to You

6k words | endless cycle of the toxic rosekiller relationship (1/1)

⋆ My Devotion

5.5k words | bartylus toxic au (1/1)

⋆ Compass

20.4k words | rosestarkillerchaser band au (2/2)

⋆ D-man

7k words | rosekiller hockey au (1/1)

⋆ Free

4.8k words | rosekiller smut (1/1)

˗ˏˋ Upcoming ˎˊ˗

⋆ Devil's Night

The last thing Regulus Black ever saw was James Potter's warm brown eyes as he let him fall into the abyss.

⋆ you know you love me

toxic gossip girl au (rosekiller/bartylus/jegulus)

˗ˏˋOther Linksˎˊ˗

✩ Snippets

✩ Arsonist's Lullabye Morality Chart

✩ Rosekiller microfic pt 1, 2

✩ Barty headcanons | Evan headcanons

✩ Rosekiller fic recs 1, 2, 3, 4

✩ Rosestarkiller microfic

#masterlist #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #ao3 #my fic #author #writer #marauders #jegulus #rosekiller #rosekiller fic #jegulus fic #bartylus fic #bartylus #rskc #rosestarkillerchaser

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lionmythflower · 1 month

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Evan leaned against the wall as he glared at Regulus and Barty who were currently making out in the middle of the party. He wasn't quite sure which one of them he was glaring at the moment. He was mad at both of them.

But James Potter walking up to him did not help his anger either.

"What the fuck do you want Potter?" Evan asked without looking over at the boy. Or rather up at the boy. Evan definitely would have had to look up. Potter was tall, and it did not help that Evan was almost as short as regulus.

"Are you going to have a proper conversation with me or are you going to continue starring daggers at the back of regulus' head," Potter asked.

Evan turned his head so fast he almost got a whiplash, his glare now fixed on Potter. "What do you want?" Evan asked again.

"To help you," Potter said honestly.

Evan snorted. "How could you help me."

James shrugged. "You like Barty and I like Regulus."

"And they're dating."

James nodded. "Fake dating."

Evan's cool uncaring anger demeanor changed instantly. "They're what?!" He choked out.

"Fake dating. To make us jealous."

"And how do you know this?" Evan asked, still trying to wrap his mind around it.

"Pete told me."

"Fuck."

You never doubted what Peter Pettigrew said. Ever. Especially about something like this.

James nodded.

"But back to my point, how are you going to help me?" Evan questioned.

"We fake date as well." James proposed.

Evan hesitated. And then he looked over to where Regulus and Barty were dancing and kissing and laughing. Evan looked back at James who was looking at him expectantly.

"I'll do it," Evan replied.

James' face broke into a grin.

"Oh thank merlin!" He exclaimed.

Evan rolled his eyes. "Don't get too excited there, Potter."

"Call me James. We're dating aren't we?" The taller boy said.

Evan couldn't help but laugh.

This was going to be fun.

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fromagony · 2 months

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PANDORCAS / the secret history slytherin skittles au / / the rotten history

soon on ao3

#fic: the rotten history #pandorcas #pandora rosier #dorcas meadowes #rosekiller #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #bartylus #regulus black #slytherin skittles #jegulus #im only tagging the ships that is taking a part in my fic

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wolfsbanehaze · 2 months

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chapter 3 of “i don’t know how to love” is up!! i had a lot of fun with this one, i hope y’all do too

remember there’s a playlist with the songs at the beginning of each chapter

#marauders fic #regulus black #slytherin skittles #barty crouch jr #bartylus #bartylus fic

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chasingthestarss · 21 days

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Jealousy Jealousy

Just a little short thing I wrote because I wanted jealous James. It's really just a bunch of dialogue but enjoy!

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Barty Crouch Junior was a problem.

A big problem.

The biggest problem James had ever had.

He kind of wanted to kill the guy.

James had never felt so violent as he did watching Barty lean in and whisper into Regulus’ ear.

He wanted to rip out Barty’s throat when Regulus laughed at whatever Barty whispered into his ear.

James knew he had no right to feel that way. He had no reason to want Regulus to not go near Barty. They were friends and James didn’t have any claim to Regulus. It wasn’t like Regulus was his boyfriend. And if he was James’ boyfriend, James wouldn’t have the right to tell him how to act with his friends.

He was out of his seat in seconds when Barty's hand settled on Regulus’ waist, like it belonged there or something. James wanted to cut his fucking hand off. Maybe then he would quit touching Regulus. Maybe then he would leave Regulus the fuck alone.

“Something wrong, pretty boy?” Barty smirked when James reached them.

What was he gonna do? Tell Barty to stop talking to his friend? Really why did he even walk over? What could he do other than observe violently.

“I need to talk to Regulus,” James said shortly, not giving Barty any attention.

Barty smirked. Of course he did. When was he not smirking at James? Like he knew something that James didn’t. It pissed him off.

“We’re busy,” Barty smiled at James and waved him off like some sort of child.

James wanted Barty to never talk again. Maybe he just wanted to rip out the boys vocal chords so he couldn’t whisper things in Regulus’ ear. Speaking of, that is what Barty was doing now, once more.

“Do you have a problem, Potter?” Evan chimed in as he watched James silently seethe over Barty and Regulus’ closeness.

Evan Rosier was also a problem. He was always talking to Regulus. He was always with Regulus. Why did everyone always have to be with Regulus? Why couldn’t they just leave him alone.

“No, of course not,” James muttered and stormed off to go find Sirius. Sirius needed to get Regulus away from those fucking Slytherins or James was going to rip their heads off. He couldn’t risk getting expelled.

Sirius was found lounging in Remus’ lap, talking to Marlene about something that James didn’t care about. Right now he needed his best friends.

“You okay, Prongs? You look pissed,” Remus asked, then looked behind James and laughed. “Oh, I see. Sirius, you're needed for Regulus retrieval.”

“Oh my god, just tell him you're jealous and quit bringing me into this shit!” Sirius groaned.

James may have done this more than once. But Regulus’ friends were just so handsy. Sirius was always able to get Regulus away, so James just went to him.

“Pads, please!” James whined.

“No, figure it out. Moony time,” Sirius denied as he leaned forward to place kisses on Remus’ neck.

James grumbled but walked away and sat back in his old spot. Silently seething as he watched Regulus lean into Evan, while Barty talked about something.

He lasted longer than he thought he would.

Maybe five minutes. (thirty seconds)

But then Barty Crouch Junior leaned in and kissed Regulus’ cheek and James lost it.

James stormed over, definitely shoving people as he did so. He ripped Barty away and grabbed Regulus’ arm.

“Sirius needs you,” James spoke sharply, glaring at Barty.

“Does he? I don’t see him around,” Regulus smirked up at James, his eyes twinkling with something akin to mischief.

“He does, come on,” James tugged Regulus’ arm a little, trying to get the younger boy to stand.

“I’ll wait for him to come get me. You can go tell him that. I’ll just hang out here with my friends,” Regulus retorted, shoving James’ hand off him.

“No! You can’t stay with them,” James replied.

“Why's that?” Regulus asked.

James froze. He looked at Regulus, really looked at him and saw it. Regulus was going this on purpose. He was definitely doing this on purpose. There was no way he was just being this antagonizing and mischievous for no reason. How many times had he made James jealous on purpose.

James spun to Barty and saw that he was also smirking at James. Evan too. So they all knew what they were doing. They just didn’t care.

“You were doing it on purpose?” James asked.

“Doing what on purpose, Jaime?” Regulus tilted his head in mock confusion.

“I wanted to cut your buddies hand off. What would you have done if I had done it? Would you have felt guilty? Would you feel remorse?” James questioned, leaning close enough that his breath could probably be felt on Regulus’ cheek.

“I’d probably feel turned on, actually,” Regulus challenged

“Oh yeah?” James taunted.

“What can I say? You’re hot when you’re jealous. So are you going to act now or keep seething in your little chair? Because I’ve been waiting for you to do something. I'm tired of waiting for Jamie. I have other options, Barty for example," Regulus gestured vaguely in Barty’s direction.

“Hell yeah!” Barty agreed moving towards Regulus.

“No.” James snarled, turning to him furiously.

“I told you it was hot,” Regulus chimes. James is sure if he was talking to him or Barty but he doesn’t care.

“Come on, let me show you how hot jealousy can be,” James pulled Regulus a little gesturing toward his dorm room with his head.

“Jealousy sex! Jealousy sex! Jealousy sex!” Barty cheered in the background.

“Shut up Barty,” Evan groaned.

James may hate Barty Crouch Junior, but that was some of the best sex he had had.

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