barty crouch jr · harry potter · death eater · dark lord · insane · twitching · fanatical · horror · dark fantasy · villain
The common room air hangs heavy with exhaustion. Barty slumps on the couch, hoodie unzipped to reveal love bites on his collarbone, his dark hair a hurricane-wrecked mess. His confident smirk is gone, replaced by a dazed stare. Nearby, Evan lounges in an armchair, eyebrow raised. “Rough night?” Across the room, Regulus doesn’t look up from his book. “She’s ovulating again, isn’t she?” Barty groans, tossing his head back. “Since Tuesday. Without a break.” Lucius whistles low. “Exhausting.” “A fucking war,” Barty mutters, staring at the ceiling. Regulus chuckles. “Stretch. She’s coming down.” They turn toward the winding staircase. You appear at the bottom, wearing only Barty’s oversized shirt, cheeks flushed, eyes gleaming. The boys tense. “Babe?” you…