prompt from @unstablereader: Barty getting a mini Treasure but then they pull a face that's all him "nonono don't pull that face, don't pull that face. You're mum worked hard to give you such a cute face, don't ruin it. Much better."
dad!Barty Crouch Jr x mum!reader and their daughter who is very much his [666 words]
CW: kid fic, kid uses a sign for 'more', Barty being very concerned about being a dad but obviously throws his whole pussy into it, fluff
Barty never really planned on being a dad. Hells, he never really planned on being a partner, either. But then he went and fell in love - also never part of the plan - and he somehow found himself being both.
More surprising, however? He bloody loved it.
He loved being a husband; he loved cooking meals for his wife, he loved running you baths, he loved hearing about your day as you drew soft circles into his back as the two of you drifted off to sleep, he loved starting every day of his life with you and ending it in much the same way. He even loved fighting with you, knowing that it meant he got to grovel on his hands and knees to beg for your forgiveness. He loved being wrong, he loved you being right. He loved love. He loved you.
And then you fell pregnant; not exactly planned but not entirely prevented either. He’d been shocked, quite frankly. Terrified; who was he to be bringing a new life into the world? Didn’t the world have enough arseholes in it? Didn’t the world suffer from enough ill equipped fathers who had no business being parents raising a new generation of ill equipped fathers? Quite frankly, it was irresponsible of Barty. Selfish. Dangerous.
But, Barty was nothing if not a selfish bastard, and it was you; his wife, his love, his treasure, his entire world.
And if you were having a baby? Well, fuck, so was Barty.
And you were perfect, and beautiful, and graceful, and strong, and grew new life so elegantly that gods dammit, Barty didn’t think he’d entirely mind if you fell pregnant again.
And then he met her; your daughter. His daughter.
Though looking at her sweet, angelic face, Barty wondered if he could take any credit for her perfection at all; she was your carbon copy. An exact replica. Your little mini me.
Barty was in love; she was perfect.
And then she had to go and prove that she was, indeed, her fathers daughter.
“Sorry, my love, we can’t have any more biscuits before dinner, okay?” He responded, smacking a kiss to her pudgy cheek before making to return his attention to the stove, only to notice his sweet, beautiful, perfect child pulling a face that did not suit her at all.
“Whoa, whoa. No, no. Don’t do that.” Barty ordered, abandoning dinner to station himself in front of his daughter's highchair to level with her. “What’s that face for, hm?”
She held her hand out in a sign signalling ‘more’.
“You’ve had three, baby, and dinner’s almost ready!”
And then - his beautiful, sweet, perfect, angelic daughter - actually huffed as she crossed her arms across her little chest and rolled her eyes!
Could babies even do that?!
Clearly, seeing as his baby just did.
“No, no; don’t pull that face. Your mum worked so hard to give you such a cute face, yeah? Don’t ruin it.” He nearly begged, pressing a finger to each corner of her mouth as he tried to pull it back up into a smile. “Come on, smile for daddy, give daddy a smile.”
His cooing (and begging) seemed to work when her face lit up, eyes bright and dimples making an appearance when she squealed and banged her hands against the table in delight.
“There’s my girl.” He sighed in relief, tickling her and pressing another kiss to her cheek before returning to his intended task of preparing dinner. “Listen, don’t tell mum, but after dinner I’ll give you three more biscuits, okay?”
“Don’t tell mum what now?” You asked teasingly, suddenly standing behind your daughter's highchair and startling Barty into dropping the spoon into the sauce he’d been stirring.
“Nothing! What? Salazar’s saggy balls. Hi treasure!” He rapid fired, eyebrows nearly disappearing into his hairline as he tried to evade your piercing and perceptive gaze.
His daughter's eyebrows were stationed high up on her forehead, too.
Hi hi, I requested the barty x reserved!reader and I LOVED it. If you don’t mind, could I request another fluffy fic in which his beloved has a habit of chewing/biting on her lips and he does whatever it takes to make her stop 💕
Barty Crouch Jr x Reserved!reader who bites her lips [279 words]
CW: Barty is being a flirt with suggestive undertones.
“Regulus is a right twat. Can you believe he actually said that to me? To me, Treasure, this bloke is supposed to be my best friend.” Barty huffed. According to him, Regulus had ticked him off by insulting the way he was wearing his cloak. You hummed in response. It’s not that you weren’t listening, but rather that you were just a bit far away.
“I just cannot believe he– Treasure? Are you listening?” Barty looked to you before sighing, “Treasure, you have to stop biting your lips, my love.” He said softly, pulling your lip from your teeth with his thumb.
“Sorry, I didn’t realize–” You mumbled.
“Don’t apologize, sweet thing.” He said, pressing a kiss to your temple.
Barty was good with things like that, you thought. Although he never seemed to be focused on other people, he always was. He noticed little details that most would miss, and you think that’s what made you fall so hard for him.
Listening to him ramble on was your favorite part of your day; you loved his voice and just being around him.
“Treasure, do I need to put spices on your lips so you stop biting them?” Barty huffed, taking my face in his hands. “You know you need to be nicer to your pretty lips, hmm? What else am I supposed to kiss? Well, I could always kiss your other–” You had to cover his mouth with your hand.
“Okay, I got it, Barty.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his suggestive comment. He smiled at your soft laugh.
“I’m serious, Treasure. I will put peppers on your lips to stop you from biting them.” He grinned.
Oh my god, Elle😭😭 I don't think you understand how OBSESSED I am with your Barty!!! Could I request a NSFW alphabet for him if you haven't done one yet??🙏Thank you!!<333
sure babes! some of these are copy and pasted from old celebration asks
Barty's NSFW Alphabet
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Almost annoying; constantly hovering and fussing, wants to SPOIL you. You might have to put your hand up and say “Barty, pls, I need a minute” lol
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
he's a cocky bastard - I just know he'd be bragging about how hung he is/if it’s pierced. fem partner - boobs [small, big, whatever] he just loves boobies. masc partner - always grabbing/smacking their ass
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
I think with his breeding kink, he loves to see his cum almost anywhere on you - though if it's not spilling out of you, it's wasted. has pictures of you dripping with it - face, stomach, back, ass, everywhere. loves to taste himself on your tongue.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
There's nothing Barty isn't down for....so maybe a 'dirty' or just 'secret' is that he sleeps with a stuffed animal still [same though]
From my rosekiller response: IDK how many "secrets" they'd have because they don't strike me as the type to feel any shame over their more depraved actions, but they've definitely fucked on Crouch Senior's grave.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Oh, he knows what he’s doing. Any technique he lacks he makes up for in enthusiasm
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
reverse cowgirl where reader is leaning forward and he gets to watch their ass bounce
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Hmmm I don’t think he’s cracking jokes during sex but he’s not exactly speaking soliloquies either
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Barty partakes in manscaping
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
I think Barty talks a big game sometimes and then ends up being a total melt in bed just cooing and fussing over you.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
absolutely jacks off to the most innocent pictures of his partner/crush; get's so crazy over the thought of something so innocuous [like you smiling in a polaroid] being so sexy
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
breeding kink, innocence kink, choking/gagging, blood/bruising? honestly, the list goes on and on for this dude
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Any. fucking. Where.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
His partner existing.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
I have a hard time saying for Barty tbh......I think he'd be down for everything at least once! I can’t imagine him saying no to honestly anything
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Hmmmm I wanna say he prefers giving though he loves to see you on his knees for him. Barty's head is sloppy and rushed but he's enthusiastic and gets the job done.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
FAST, Jesus Christ we gotta ask him to slow down for a second; you'd think he’s part rabbit with how fast and often he goes at it. you'd have to teach him to be gentle, idk that he’d even really know how at first
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Loves them, can't get enough of them. thinks his cock should be inside you at all times.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Sooooo game
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
I think if you give him a few moments, he’ll bounce right back up
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
omg he has soooooooooooo many toys! all different colours too because he loves the chaos. uses them on his partner alllllllll the time (just wants to make them feel goooooooooood) and also asks you to use them on him like "okay! my turn!!!!"
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
I think he likes the idea of it but I don't see him really having the amount of control/self-restraint to actually withstand either teasing or being teased - always starts games he can't finish
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He’s loud. Definitely a screamer, running his mouth the whole time too
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
If anyone in the marauders era had a pierced dick it was him
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
responded to this here
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
this fucker is down for whenever and wherever - insatiable to the extreme
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
I don’t see him falling asleep until he knows you’re taken care of, settled, and asleep yourself.
I wholly and fully believe this is two of my favorite people:
1. Barty Crouch Jr; he loves a good, deep, sloppy make out. grinding, dry humping, moaning groaning, pawing and clawing at each other; it almost turns him on more than actual sex does
2. Lorenzo Berkshire; this mans is just…ugh (compliment), I can’t fully describe my feelings because they’re raw and passionate. and that’s what enzo loves about a good make out session as well. tongues exploring mouths, breathy whimpers as your hips grind and hump his, him holding you down to buck into you and groan about how good you’re making him feel with barely any touch at all
barty x reader with the touch starved prompt “you fell asleep in my arms, it was adorable” OR “just hold me please”
Barty Crouch Junior x fem!reader who falls asleep in his arms [516 words]
CW: threatening someone bodily harm, fluff
If falling asleep happened slowly first and then all at once, then waking up was decidedly the opposite.
There was a loud sound that had you tensing and holding your breath; asleep and then suddenly not.
There was an arm under your head, and one circling your torso; both tightening their hold on you, tense on your behalf.
“Would you sods fuck off. She hasn’t had a decent stretch of sleep in the past three weeks and if either of you wake her up, I swear to Salazar, only Merlin will be able to help you.”
The room fell quiet again, and the hands loosened their hold on you, though they never left; fingers smoothing circles over your skin where they settled on your skin.
Awake, but not completely. Slowly becoming conscious of the things you could hear (the waves of the Black Lake lapping against the windows of the Slytherin common room, the rapidly retreating footsteps of whatever Slytherin student Barty just threatened, Barty’s breathing), and the things you could feel (every part of your body that was touching Barty, the blanket he had pulled over your form, his breaths dusting across your forehead).
You were aware of what everyone said about Barty; that he was wild, unhinged, a danger to the public. But they didn’t see this Barty; the Barty who would shield you with his body from rambunctious students who threatened your peace and comfort, the Barty whose touch was so soft, so gentle, so pure like he was worried it might be the greatest offence to touch you with anything short of reverence.
Fuck you loved him.
“Are you smiling in your sleep?” He murmured then, speaking softly as though he wasn’t entirely sure you were actually awake.
Asleep and then suddenly not, finally waking up slowly.
You blinked your eyes open; soft, sleepy smile growing into a beaming sort of thing when the vision of Barty took over your view.
“Merlin, you wake up chipper.” Barty teased, though his expression remained dutifully lovesick.
“What time is it?” You asked through a stretch; Barty loosening his hold on you only enough to allow you range of motion to stretch out your limbs before you all but curled back up into him.
Barty hummed in a slightly bored tone. “Who knows; maybe six? I wasn’t too fussed.”
“Not too fussed about missing dinner?” You asked.
“‘Course not.” Barty scoffed as if you said something ridiculous. “You fell asleep in my arms. It was adorable. Dinner can wait.”
Your response was simply a beaming smile.
“What?” He asked with a smile.
“You think I’m adorable.”
Barty threw his head back with a laugh, nodding. “That is very true.”
“You love me.” You added as he looked back down at you.
“Right again, Treasure.” A glint in his eyes. “Feel like going three for three?”
You narrowed your eyes at him as you pretended to think. “You’re going to kiss me.”
His smile fell soft as his eyes fell to your lips. “A perfect score, Tres.” And he pressed his lips to yours.
poly!darksun x fem!reader who is slipped a love potion [2.1k words]
prompts: from my darksun disciples @butt3rnugg3t : "darksun (I'm obsessed and I'm not sorry) with a reader who gets slipped a love potion without knowing?", as well as @underoospeterparker : "could I request poly!darksun x reader where they're both really protective over her"
CW: drugging someone, anxiety and concern, friends responding perhaps violently, hurt comfort, hateful and disgusting men being publicly shamed :)
James and Barty were just making their way up the stairs to the 7th year Gryffindor boys dormitory when they came upon a peculiar sight.
The door - which was notoriously ajar should any number of friends or acquaintances want to drop by (with the exception of first thing in the morning when they were dressing for school, the end of the day when they were getting ready for bed, or when there was a very pointed tie hanging by the handle) - was not only closed, but there were the telltale plumes of smoke indicative of a potion being brewed within the dorm room walls trailing beneath the ancient wooden door.
“But what if he doesn’t like me?” Came your muffled voice then; painted with worry and…tears?
“Hey, it’s alright, Trouble.” James heard Sirius counter, though he didn’t miss the anxious tilt of his voice. “You’re impossible not to like.”
“You know who likes you an awful lot?” Remus added then, though it sounded as though his attention was split between you and whatever else was happening in the dorm room. “James and Junior.”
“So much, Y/N.” Lily agreed quickly, before her voice dropped as she hissed “where the sodding hell are they!?” to someone else in the room.
Yet whatever James thought he was about to walk into didn’t even compare to the chaos that was their dorm room.
Regulus, Lily, and Remus were all hovering in front of a makeshift potions station in the centre of the room; Remus dutifully checking and rechecking the brewing instructions from a heavy tome, Regulus chopping and prepping the ingredients with an efficient precision, and Lily expertly stirring the potion whilst keeping an eye on the heat and adding the ingredients as Remus read them out and Regulus handed them to her.
Marlene and Dorcas stood to the side of the room, muttering angrily under their breaths as Marlene paced back and forth, though she kept her eyes trained dutifully on you, and Sirius had you wrapped up in one of their throws - so tightly that James wondered if it didn’t actually hurt - like a muggle straight jacket as he rubbed your back and rocked you back and forth, Peter hovering over you with a tissue in one hand to catch falling tears and a fan in the other to keep you cool.
“What in the buggering fuck is going on here?” Barty spat then, apparently having come to his senses faster than James.
“Hey! Hey Trouble, look! Look who it is!” Sirius started with forced enthusiasm, rubbing your back with new vigour as he tried to get you to turn your attention to your two boyfriends. You hardly spared them a glance.
“What’s the matter, angel? What’s with the tears?” James asked cautiously, easing his way over like the scene was a live wire ready to explode with one wrong move.
“I’m scared. I don’t feel good Jamie.” You admitted, which James could very well see, though you immediately followed it up with “and what if he doesn’t like me?”
“What if who doesn’t like you?” Barty asked then with a hard edge to his voice that saw James swatting at him warningly and Regulus hissing “would you take it easy, Junior?”
“McLaggen.” Marlene answered for you; muttering the name with so much disdain that James almost wondered if it was the delivery itself that saw you burst into tears.
“McKinnon, please.” Peter whined then, working overtime with both his tissue and his fan, looking like he was sweating nearly as much as you were and just as close to hysterics.
“James?” Remus whispered, his eyes widening in warning. “A word, please?”
Both James and Barty wretched their attention from you to join the impromptu potions class.
“Listen, you cannot freak out; we’re brewing the antidote right now, but-”
“What antidote?” Barty interrupted darkly, causing Regulus to scoff at his oldest friend.
“Junior, what did we just say?”
“Listen, the two of you have one job right now.” Lily spat then; her tone taking on a no nonsense quality that had both boys unintentionally standing up straighter. “And that one job is to help keep her calm, got it?”
“Okay. Alright.” James agreed breathily, but Lily’s fiery gaze turned to Barty as she raised one perfectly arched auburn brow at him expectantly.
“Merlin,” He groaned, though they all watched him take a steadying breath, “okay, okay. What antidote are you brewing?”
“The Love Potion Antidote.” Regulus responded quickly, handing Lily the wiggentree twigs that Remus directed him to prep, watching over the cauldron as the potion turned green.
“Love Potion?” James hissed.
“She was slipped a Love Potion!?” Barty added.
“Looks like it.” Remus muttered darkly, though his face turned soft and pitiful when he looked over his shoulder to watch Sirius and Peter trying to keep you calm.
“Alice overheard him asking her to Hogsmeade next weekend after Astronomy class yesterday. She declined, obviously.” Lily explained.
“Looks like he’s not used to rejection.” Regulus spat bitterly.
“Oh, he’s going to get used to rejection alright.” Barty muttered threateningly as he reached for his wand and made to storm out of the room, only for Marlene and Dorcas to block his exit.
“One job.” Marlene demanded then, gesturing roughly in your direction.
“It’s orange, now what?” Lily asked, and Remus flipped the page in the tome.
“Add castor oil until it turns blue.”
“I…I think maybe I should go?” You whimpered then; sentence dotted by hiccups and sniffling as you seemed to be staring unseeingly into the room. “I should go, right?”
“Hey, angel; you’re alright. I think you’re good here, huh?” James tried as he kneeled in front of you, and Peter seemed more than happy to step aside and make room for your boyfriends. “What do you say? We’ll just…hang out for a bit?”
“But I think I should go see McLaggen.” You pouted, and James had to remind himself to tamp down the anger threatening to boilover at the sight of your tearstained face.
“Or,” Barty started then, and James prayed to the gods that he kept his wits about him, “why don’t we try to relax for a bit, and if you still feel like seeing him afterwards, we’ll all go pay him a visit?”
Dorcas let out a humourless snort at that. “I vote for option number two.”
“And….we’re blue.” Lily announced then, snuffing the flame out from beneath the potion and transferring it to a vial. “We’re gonna get you feeling better, Y/N.” She promised.
“Okay, thank you.” You all but sobbed in response.
“What’s with the restraints?” Barty asked then as he pulled at the blanket wrapped around your being.
“We didn’t handle being told to sit down very well.” Sirius responded for you, tightening his arm around your shoulders comfortingly as Peter rubbed a quickly growing red welt on the side of his cheek.
“I’m sorry.” You nearly wailed as Lily made for you. “I just feel like I’m supposed to go find McLaggen!”
“Don’t worry, Treasure.” Barty assured you with a disturbing amount of composure. “We’re absolutely going to go find McLaggen, okay? Why don’t we take the potion Lily made for you, hm? Get you feeling better first.”
Barty spoke over the discontented grumblings of Regulus and Remus who ‘also helped make the potion, thank you very much’ as he took the vial from Lily and held it up to your mouth. “Big drink, okay Tres?”
James was glad that you were as agreeable as you were in your discontented state, simply wrapping your blanket clad hands around Barty’s and allowing him to hold the vial as you drank the entire potion down.
“It reads here that she’s probably going to be very tired and more than a little confused for a while, but the anxiety and lust should be gone.” Remus explained; James could kiss the sod.
“Good. Good, yeah? That’s good, right angel? Do you feel better?”
You sucked in a deep, shuddering breath as you licked a droplet of the potion from your lips and considered your answer before nodding slowly. “I…yeah. Yeah, I- I think so. I think I feel better.”
No sooner had the words left your lips did Lily grab her wand. “Great! Ready to go?” She asked no one in particular, but both Marlene and Dorcas answered in the affirmative immediately.
“Where are you three going?” James asked cautiously.
“You know,” Dorcas drawled casually as she began rummaging through Sirius’ trunk, though the long-haired boy hardly seemed to mind, “we just realised that we haven’t caught up with our old classmate in so long.”
“A shame, really.” Marlene agreed as Dorcas filled her bag with various dung bombs, charmed firecrackers, and other various pranking paraphernalia. “All this talk about inter house unity, and we neglect a vast majority of our peers.”
“We’re going to change that.” Lily declared as she swiped the Marauders Map from Remus’ desk. “Starting with McLaggen.”
And with that, Lily shot you a wink, Dorcas a salute, and Marlene blew a kiss before the three witches closed the door to the boys’ dorm behind them.
“Can I take this off now?” You asked then, wriggling under Sirius arm as you tried to free yourself from your blanketed prison.
“Only if you promise to keep your hands to yourself.” Sirius teased as he unravelled the blanket, causing you to fluster as you shot Peter your best doe eyes.
“I really am sorry, Pete.”
“Oh…it’s alright.” Peter offered with a nervous laugh, though he winced as he prodded the tender portion of his jaw that was well on its way to bruising. “I’m just glad you’re feeling better.”
“What the hell happened?” Barty asked then; shoving the offended blanket off your shoulders and taking the fan from Peter (rather roughly, though Peter seemed more than glad to be effectively dismissed from his job) and started fanning you off.
“I…I honestly don’t even know? Professor Slughorn was handing out chocolates to us after class today for a job well done, and whilst he was doing that, McLaggen approached me again asking if I wasn’t entirely sure I didn’t want to go to Hogsmeade with him.”
You were interrupted by James and Sirius grumbling, Remus scoffing, and Barty muttering something along the lines of “ask first, respect the answer, fuck face” under his breath.
“And I said no, and left. I didn’t drink anything or-”
“Did you eat the chocolate?” Regulus interrupted then, ignoring his best friend’s murderous gaze for daring to speak over his Treasure.
“What?”
“The chocolate that Slughorn handed out. Did you eat it?”
“Well, yeah, but-”
“Before McLaggen spoke to you, or after?” Regulus continued, inching closer and closer to being hexed straight to hell by Barty.
“After…”
“You think he tampered with the chocolate?” Remus asked then, earning him a shrug of Regulus’ shoulders, though his head moved side to side in semi-confirmation.
“It’s the only thing that makes sense.”
“The only thing that makes sense,” Barty spat venomously, “is a fucking dementors kiss for attempted…what? What was his plan?”
No one had the chance to answer, though, when the castle walls shook with the force of a boom coming from outside.
The seven of you all stood and crammed your heads into the alcove of the window to see almost an entire acre of the castle grounds coated in a thick, sludgy yellow substance and one individual slipping and sliding as he tried to make his way out of the mess. Hexes and jinxes were being shot at him from three sides - clearly the doing of Marlene et al., if James recognised her duelling strategies correctly.
“Well…” You offered cautiously. “I guess none of us have to go find McLaggen now?”
Barty seemed wholly unconvinced, but by the time the group of you got to the Great Hall for breakfast the following morning to find McLaggen unable to speak to any femme (student or faculty alike) without first announcing “My name is Tiberius McLaggen and I am a sexual predator.” for all to hear, Barty relented on his insistence to defend your honour.
“The girls beat you to it.” You’d whispered into his cheek before stamping it with a kiss.
James figured this was probably the only time Barty would ever allow himself to be outdone.
...so I will go to secret gardens in [her] mind, people need a key to get to; the only one is mine.
prompt by @unstablereader: Potter!reader x Barty where when Barty is having a tough time mentally he uses Legilimency on reader but reader thinks about her happy memories with him. I was listening to Taylor's ‘i hate it here’ and the thought appeared
Barty Crouch Jr x Potter!reader who helps him escape for a few moments [860 words]
CW: fem!reader, use of legilimency [consensually], brief mention of Bartemus Crouch Senior/Barty's shitty childhood, escapism, hurt/comfort with fluff
“In today’s lesson we will cover a truly thrilling event: The goblin rebellion of 1752, and all of its triumph and tragedy.” Professor Binns droned on, his tone at odds with how exciting he obviously thought the goblin rebellion of 1752 to be. “But more specifically, we will address the devastating effect it had on the wizard milling industry.”
“Throughout the many goblin battles, countless wizard cloaks were lost.” He continued, pausing before he added “Actually, we do know the number. It was six hundred and thirty two.”
You looked down at your notes in front of you - sparse considering Professor Binns had hardly said anything of value - wondering if it was worth writing down that during the goblin rebellion of 1752, approximately 630 wizards found themselves to be cold.
The tip of your quill touched the parchment before you, a blot of ink colouring the page when you felt a gentle, familiar presence pull at your consciousness. A tentative knock on the door to your mind.
“Treasure?” Barty’s voice asked softly. “Can I come in?”
You looked across the classroom at your boyfriend, long having given up on pretending to pay attention to the ghostly professor's tangents; arms crossed against the table and his head nestled there atop them, green eyes sparkling in the beam of sun that settled on him, bathing him in its warm glow.
He looked sad, though you knew why. You saw the letter arrive this morning, though you didn’t see its contents. You didn’t need to; it was from his dad, that was all you needed to know.
You welcome him in, of course. The weight of his consciousness in yours a familiar sensation, feeling as though you could practically feel, smell, taste, and hear him even though he was sitting on the opposite side of the room as you.
You thought back to your Hogsmeade date last weekend, replaying the way he all but dragged you into Tomes & Scrolls by the sleeve of your jacket to show you that they had finally released the next book of your favourite series. Fighting against a giggle as you recalled the way his lips felt peppering kisses to your temple, ear, jaw, neck, and then shoulder. The sound of your squeals of laughter as you tried to take off down the cobblestone paths only for him to catch you by your waist and pull you back into him to continue his ‘assault’.
You felt him chuckle at that, his melancholy aura shifting into something a little lighter.
You thought, then, of the way the two of you sat on the Astronomy tower a few evenings ago, the cool air bringing tears to your eyes but unable to break through the warming charm Barty had encompassed the two of you in.
“Just once I’d like to sit on the edge of a crescent moon.” You had mused aloud, earning you a bemused yet thoroughly amused look from your boyfriend.
“You do know that’s not how moons work, right?” He had asked you, earning him a derisive scoff.
“Maybe in your reality, mr moon man, but in mine it makes the perfect little seat.” You responded simply, smiling up at the crescent shaped moon when you noticed Barty shake his head in your periphery.
“I’ll get you to the moon, then, treasure. Whatever my girl wants, hm?”
“That’s more like it.” You let out with a chuckle as you let him pull you further into his side.
Barty seemed to take a moment in your mind to emphasise the sentiment whatever my girl wants.
You imagined, then, summer vacation at Potter manor. Thick, fleecy blankets laid out on the grass beneath you as you spread out beside the pond, laughing as you watched Barty do a somersault off of the small dock that you and James had helped your dad build years ago. Small white butterflies fluttered around you as though they yearned to participate in the delicate balance of peace and enthusiasm the two of you had managed to breathe into your little summer oasis.
You couldn’t blame them.
“Merlin, the water is beautiful.” Barty claimed breathlessly as he made his way over to you, shaking his wet hair not unlike a dog and covering you in tiny drops of water.
“Barty! I have my book!” You chided around a laugh, hugging your book protectively against your chest as you tried to shield yourself from his assault.
“How could you want to be anywhere but here, Tres?” Barty scoffed, kneeling in front of you with a beaming smile; his dark hair darker from the water, his smile beaming, and his canines shining in the sunlight as his eyes flashed with excitement.
“That never happened.” Barty commented, causing your eyes to flicker back over to your boyfriend who appeared to be sleeping for all intents and purposes, though his lips were quirked in the faintest hint of a smile.
“Not yet.” You replied simply.
Perhaps you’d never get to sit on the tip of a crescent moon, but you would make sure to bring Barty to the one place you knew he would be unequivocally safe and free.
I loved the Barty "somnophilia" thing, can you maybe write an ask on it? I feel like he'd be laughing his ass off and Reader would just feel very proud of her work.
hahaha yes, she really would be, wouldn't she? [referenced post]
Barty Crouch Jr x fem!reader who uses him in his sleep [468 words]
CW: Barty thinks something sexy is happening/should be happening so dirty things are discussed but do not happen in the fic, fluff
Barty isn’t typically known for his sense of optimism, but he finds himself rising in the morning thinking that maybe dreams really do come true.
Because he’s quite certain he’s waking up to his favourite girl straddling his hips, making all of his wildest fantasies become reality.
That’s right, Treasure, use me.
He’d told you once that you had free reign over him; awake or asleep, didn’t matter, he was yours to do with what you will.
It seems you might’ve finally taken him up on that offer.
So, when he slowly peels his eyes open to find you with a makeup brush between your teeth, hovering over him with some kind of torture device, the smile threatens to leave his face.
“What…is going on?”
“Good morning, bee.” You greet cheerily instead of answering him, sitting back onto his hips and causing him to bite back a groan as he stills you with tense fingers around your waist.
“What’re you doing?” He asks again as you put the wand of your mascara back into its tube – the torture device you’d been using on your sleeping boyfriend.
Well, Barty did always say he’d like to try BDSM.
“Well, you told me I could play around with you, even if you were asleep, right?” You ask with a gentle furrow of your brow, uncertainty creeping into your expression as you struggle to meet Barty’s gaze.
“Right…” He agrees slowly, unsure how that translates to him not currently balls deep inside of you, but willing to hear you out.
“So, I thought I could do your makeup!” You announce, back to excitement as you beam down at him, bouncing slightly on his hips causing him to let out a pained grunt. “You look lovely.”
And you say it so solemnly, so honestly that Barty really has no choice but to believe you.
“Do I?”
You hum in confirmation and lean towards the head of the bed, causing your tits to hover over his face and he thinks to himself, okay, maybe this isn’t so bad.
And then you’re holding a mirror up to him and he’s so heavily contoured, so dutifully blushed, and rocking the boldest smokey eye that he nearly chokes on the laugh that bubbles out of him.
“Treasure, this is not at all what I had in mind!” He manages through cackles; his stomach borders painful from the strength of it.
You hardly flinch, smirking proudly down at what you no doubt deem to be art.
This is not the manner in which he imagined you bouncing atop him, considerably less clothes involved in Barty’s fantasies, but Barty has to admit he doesn’t hate this.
In fact, this might be his new favourite way to wake up to you; excited, proud, on top of him, and all his.
