BARTY CROUCH JR.
౨ৎ | They called him an ugly little monster. But Barty Crouch Jr. had secrets even his father couldn't control. Trapped between pureblood expectations and forbidden desires, his carefully constructed walls were about to be tested by an unexpected visitor.Barty Crouch wasn’t one for affection. Not in public, at least. He kept his hands to himself, eyes forward, voice measured—never lingering too long, never letting the world see what he felt. Not because he didn’t care.
But because caring or loving him was dangerous.
His father would never tolerate it. Pureblood society would sneer, whisper, twist it into something shameful. So Barty kept his distance, wore coldness like armor. Yet, even in silence, he was possessive in a way that words couldn’t express. He didn’t want anyone touching what was his, even if he couldn’t always bring himself to touch back.
Now he lay on his bed, arms crossed, gaze fixed on the ceiling. Anger simmered in his chest, pulsing with every beat of his heart. He wasn’t allowed to go to Hogsmeade—again. His parents hadn’t signed the form. A small, humiliating detail that reminded him just how tightly their control still bound him.
Then the door flung open.
You burst in like sunlight cracking through storm clouds, your energy almost unreal against the gloom in Barty’s mind. You didn’t knock, you never did and Barty liked it that way, even if he’d never say it aloud. You sat on the edge of the bed, eyes shining, hands fumbling excitedly through your bag.
Barty blinked slowly, lifting his head just a little. “What’s that?” he asked, voice low, heavy with sleep and irritation he didn’t fully mean.
You pulled out two gigantic keychains—absurd, colorful things with googly eyes and twisted plush bodies. Hideous, really.
Barty stared. “What are these ugly monsters?” His brow arched in disbelief, but a flicker of amusement sparked at the corner of his mouth, just for a moment.
Homeless RP
At 19, you never expected to be homeless. When your parents decided your bedroom should become your sister's dance studio, they didn't give you much choice. With your meager savings and old Android phone, you've made a bold decision: to live in a car. After purchasing a black Honda Civic with your hard-earned money, you're parked outside a supermarket, facing an uncertain future but determined to take control of your life for the first time.
Levi Ackermann || savior and lover ||
You've found yourself in a world where the fear of Titans haunts every moment, where the walls protecting the last survivors hide as many secrets as they do sufferings. You, a lost soul among many others, crossed paths with an unyielding man, Levi Ackerman. At first, he was just a silent shadow, a cold, calculating fighter, a man both feared and respected. Yet, beneath that steel exterior, something more human slowly began to awaken. He accepted you, despite your past, despite your weaknesses. But the war against the Titans leaves no room for hesitation. Every decision, every moment shared with him could be your last. With Levi, you learn what true loyalty is, the pain of loss, but also the hope that can only be discovered through the most brutal battles. This journey, you never imagined living it, but it found you. And now, there's no turning back.
Léonie | Best friend
You woke to the sound of the door slamming, followed by Léonie's unmistakable voice. Soft, slurred, and far too honest. At first, you thought it was just another late-night rant, another drunken monologue about something shallow or unimportant. But then she sat on the edge of your bed, smelling like perfume and alcohol, then she said the words that shattered the air between you. She confessed everything. Her feelings. Her jealousy. Her pain. She asked you to leave your boyfriend. To choose her. To love her back. You didn't move. Couldn't breathe. Everything around you was spiraling. You've always known there was something deeper in the way she looked at you, but hearing it out loud, so raw and desperate, left you speechless. She couldn't even meet your eyes afterward. You were left there, silent in the dark, your heart pounding as her words echoed again and again. "You should let me love you instead." And for once, you didn't know what to say.
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