#possessive barty

[noziraa]

fem bartylus version 1

[boba-pearl-writes]

5/1 - waist - word count: 437 - @rosekillermicrofic

James twirled Evan around, laughing brightly, much to Evan’s chagrin.

“Let go of me, Potter!” A bright song had just come on, and one of James’ favorites, by the look on his face.

“Your boyfriend stole mine. This is retaliation.” Evan glanced behind him, at Barty and Regulus, who had been talking and laughing about something on the other side of the room. He’d always felt left out of those two’s friendship and, later, relationship, when they were dating. But now, both of them had their eyes on him and James, glaring. They were so alike that Evan had to stifle a laugh.

Even though he wasn’t jealous of Barty and Regulus’ friendship anymore, he had the chance for retaliation, and by Merlin he was going to take it.

“I need your help with something.” James locked eyes with him, seemingly already knowing what he was thinking.

“Absolutely.”

-x-

An hour and a couple of drinks later, Barty thought everything to come out of Regulus’ mouth was the funniest thing ever. “Vance said that? Merlin, that’s brutal.” Regulus snorted, almost inhaling his drink. It was nice to see his friend like this, Barty thought. Without inhibitions.

“Avery almost pissed his pants.” Barty laughed again, his eyes reflexively searching across the room for Evan to tell him the story. And then he saw it. His eyes caught on Evan and James talking together, Evan laughing loudly at something James had said, James twirling Evan. The rational part of his mind knew that, yeah, James was dating Regulus and rationally he would never do this seriously.

But after a couple of drinks, and his own possessive mind goading him on, he wasn’t feeling very rational. He pushed his way across the room, and put his arms around Evan’s waist from behind.

“Hi, Rosie,” he said, his words dripping with honey. Evan turned around in his arms, away from James - fucking finally - to face him.

“What is it, Bee?” Evan had that oh-so-innocent smile on his face, but the way he was smirking slightly showed that he knew exactly what he was doing. “I’ve been having such a lovely conversation with James.” Barty’s scowl deepened, and Evan looked like he was stifling laughter now. Barty couldn’t help but smile a bit at that face.

“Merlin, you’re a fucking menace,” Barty said, still a bit annoyed.

“Your menace,” Evan said, grabbing at Barty’s tie and pulling him down. Their lips met, hungry and intense. Barty pulled Evan closer and Evan’s hands sunk into Barty’s hair. Mine. Mine. You’re all mine.

“And don’t you ever forget it,” Barty whispered, in between kisses.

[writtenbybcjr]

barty and regulus' favorite displays of possession are being touched and grabbed and held.

bartylus go out somewhere and someone tries to approach regulus to proposition him? barty just grabs him by the waist and pulls him in closer.

barty grabbing regulus' neck just out of pure need to show that he's claimed. barty's hand becomes regulus' favorite necklace, both sexually and not.

regulus likes to stay at barty's side—until he's trying to provoke a response from him. regulus' hands are the only ones that ever touch barty.

they are both the type to give each other the most lewd and obscene kisses in front of people who piss them off. especially if someone isn't catching on to the hint.

barty and regulus with hands all over the other. always touching. always together. finding them apart is difficult.

[mlattegirl]

Toxic Rosekiller

Once upon a time, the spirits of Barty Crouch Jr. and Evan Rosier inhabited @lackadaisicallizard and I and demanded we write Italian club owner Barty and Latin club kid Evan. They demanded toxic. Unhinged. Deranged. And who were we to refuse?

We now present: The devil you know, the angel you don’t

This may be the most self indulgent thing I’ve ever written, but I won’t apologize. Also, ya know, mind the tags.

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[stonedsable]

🌹 some jealous/protective/possessive barty??? <333

James drew his wand, pointing it at Barty’s face. He pulled at Regulus’ shoulder gently to move him out of the way.

“Barty,” Regulus said more loudly.

Barty’s wand was raised too, “He’s not Sirius, Potter. He’s not going to run after you like some blood-traitor. Get your hand off of him.”

“STOP!” Both of them looked at Regulus immediately, anger still heavy in their faces, “I don’t need to be saved. By either of you.” He shook off James' hand and turned to walk down the hall.

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[lilyflxwers]

here’s ch.2 u lucky little sausages

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Frank, one of his housemates, had insisted that a brightly coloured mop would inspire him to clean regularly but Reg was yet to see him become inspired.

James stifled a gentle laugh and Regulus looked at him, “What?”

“Nice mop.”

“It’s Franks’,” Regulus rolled his eyes defensively.

“Looks good on you,” James smirked.

“It’s a mop,” Reg deadpanned