#Bartylus

[hedonisticeiram]

Literally Barty with Jegulus. 😂

[urmomsmattress]

do u think regulus ever grew his hair out longer so he could remember sirius better when he looked in the mirror

[hyacinthstars]

"tell your baby that im your baby" but its regulus in his first year staring at sirius and james when he's sorted into slytherin.

"tell your baby that im your baby" but its sirius to regulus seeing him side with their parents.

"tell your baby that im your baby" but its barty finding out that regulus is seeing james

"tell your baby that im your baby" but its lily seeing narcissa marry lucius

"tell your baby that im your baby" but its pandora seeing lily be in love with narcissa

"tell your baby that im your baby" but its regulus warning james about voldemort, and seeing james trust peter above him

"tell your baby that im your baby" but its sirius seeing remus pick tonks.

[accio-sriracha]

I love you fucked up in the head rosekiller

I love you possessive wolfstar

I love you codependent prongsfoot

I love you tragic moonwater

I love you toxic jegulus

I love you jealous jily

I love you traumatised bartylus

I love you still-enemies drarry

I love you internalised homophobia marylily

I love you borderline abusive bitchkiller

I love writing and reading any sort of relationship that's just so beyond unhealthy

They could never make me hate you <33

[static-radio-ao3]

11 but make it bickering for bartylus

i think i perhaps misunderstood the assignment, but here u go <33 (602 words)

“Wow, you look… amazing,” Barty says, gaze dragging over Regulus like a touch. He’s standing in the foyer, like he has so many times before. Waiting for Regulus, like he has so many times before.

Regulus rolls his eyes, fingers still fidgeting with the cuffs of his shirt. “Could you sound any more sarcastic?”

“Probably,” Barty shrugs. “Want me to give it a try?”

His words sound stilted and distant, like he’s reading the lines from a script for a play he doesn’t want to be in. Regulus supposes that’s fair. He doesn’t want to be here either.

“Barty…” He sighs. He takes half a step closer, trying his best to not let Barty’s familiar scent linger in his lungs like it lingers in the clothes he wore last night. The clothes he tossed in the hamper as soon as he got home and then dug out again a second later, pressing his nose against the collar.

“Don’t—” Barty says. He lifts his hand in front of him as if to ward off Regulus’ very presence. “We can just pretend it never happened and we can focus on your ugly robes.”

“I—” Regulus closes his eyes, steeling himself. “I don’t think my robes are the ugly ones here,” he says.

Both of their robes look atrocious. Regulus’ is a traditional thing, the collar too tight and the fabric gaudy. Fitting for the new heir of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. The wand holster strapped to his upper arm is cinched too tight, cutting off the blood flow to the tips of his fingers. The holster isn’t even practical — it’s just to show off the wand, rare and powerful.

Barty winces, trying and failing to loosen his own collar. His robes are more modern, made to show off the prominence of the Ministry, his family’s rise to power. “Shut up, I already feel like a monkey in this thing. I can’t believe Senior wears these every day.”

Barty kind of looks like his father in the robes, the shades of charcoal softening his sharper edges and cutting him into mirror images.

“Regulus.” Walburga’s voice is sharp, his name crackling like a whip. He flinches as if struck. “Stop playing with your little friend. She’s here.”

She turns again before he gets the chance to reply. It’s just as well. She’s never been interested in what he has to say, anyway.

“Almost sounds like she’s telling you to stop touching yours—” A half-smile tugs at Barty’s mouth. Regulus knows what that smile feels like under his own lips, but he forces the thought away.

Still, he can’t quite resist the urge to reach out and touch. He raises a trembling hand, blames it on the too-tight holster, and barely grazes the knot of the tie that sits around Barty’s throat.

Regulus watches as Barty swallows harshly. He holds his breath, waiting for Barty to speak or move or do something, but Barty just stands there, frozen.

“Sorry,” Regulus murmurs eventually. “Your tie was crooked.”

He backs out of the foyer hastily, nearly tripping over the hem of his robes. They’re too long because Walburga had had them tailored to fit Sirius. Regulus is thankful he at least gets to wear his own shoes. Sirius’ are too big to fit him.

Regulus sits at the dinner table, his fiancée right across from him. She's pretty, he supposes.

But she's not Barty.

Regulus doesn’t eat. The words he said to Barty last night still linger in his mouth, sitting in the back of his throat like ash. They taste remarkably like regret.

[kaqtusm]

Bartylus incorrect quotes

Regulus: I actually have a black belt.

Barty: In what, karate?

Regulus: No, from Gucci

[loonyloopylupin96]

"Weighing in at less than 6 grams, the goldcrest is Europe's smallest bird. Despite its size, its beautiful golden crown might well have earned it the title of 'king of the birds' in European folklore. Its Latin name, Regulus regulus, also refers to its crown and means 'petty king' or 'prince'."

[hedonisticeiram]

Hot take, but go off. 💅🏻

barty gets all excited like a dog when regulus lets him eat him out when he’s on his period

[bartywinter]

bartylus first interaction

(and regulus' first weeks at hogwarts)

“Your classmates are not your friends, they are your opponents. You must be the greatest,” Mother told him as she straightened his white linen shirt, which had become wrinkled on the way to school. “Always remember you belong to the Noble House of Black.”

Regulus had initially been thrilled to have the opportunity to make friends. He had imagined himself sharing his hobbies with boys his own age, laughing together in the dining hall and playing football on the fresh school lawn. He had dreamed of having a friendship like Sirius and James had, of being so close with someone that no words were needed to understand each other.

Nevertheless, Regulus pushed past his own desires and burned his mother's words into his head. Satisfying his parents was more important than making friends —or should he say 'convenient'? After all, he was terrified of getting the same punishments Sirius received for his rebelliousness.

Consequently, Regulus sat alone in class and ate by himself at mealtimes and watched his classmates in sorrow from across the dining table. During recess, he would hide in the library and sometimes in the bathroom, where he would cry silently for his longing to be with the other kids. He had always looked forward to Hogwarts, but now he just wanted to leave and never come back.

What's more, there was one boy in his class who made him uncomfortable. Regulus had caught him staring at him on several occasions, and the odd thing was the boy didn't even avert his gaze, but either stuck out his tongue or smirked at him. Luckily, the boy hadn't tried to talk to him. He wouldn't have known what to say. He wasn't allowed to socialise.

Regulus unconsciously began to watch him secretly as well. He learned that the boy's name was Barty and his father worked at the Ministry of Magic. He also soon noticed he was always accompanied by another boy in their class called Evan. Both were frequently in detention for pulling pranks on other houses' students. They were the kind of company his parents probably detested. He had to focus on his studies and not on silly pranks.

“It must be done in pairs.” Groans and shouts of delight were heard in equal measure as the History of Magic teacher explained the procedure for the upcoming assignment. “You must hand it in by next Friday. I will not accept any paper after the deadline.”

Regulus glared at his classmates as they paired off. He couldn't ignore the knot that had formed in his stomach. Maybe he could do the task individually, he could go to the professor's office and explain to him he didn't have a partner–.

“You have a partner?”

Regulus looked at whoever had addressed him and immediately became uneasy. It was Barty.

“No,” he said flatly and looked away, embarrassed he had been obliged to give such a ridiculously predictable answer.

“Well, now you've got one.”

Regulus dared to meet his eyes again, which were sparkling with excitement. His lips had curved into a wide grin too.

“Do you want to be my partner?” He shyly clutched the book he held in his hands.

Barty shrugged his shoulders.

“You don't want to?”

Your classmates are not your friends.

I'm sorry, Mother.

“Yes, I do.” He smiled for the first time in two weeks.

“Good!” Barty exclaimed and held out a hand as he smiled warmly at him, showing his sharp teeth. “My name is Barty.”

I already know your name, you idiot.

He squeezed Barty's hand softly.

“Regulus.”

It is said that you are shown an overview of your life seconds before you die, and Regulus proved that to be a lie when he recalled his first conversation with Barty prior to drowning in the deep waters of the lake. Although, it somehow made sense —he hadn't been shown his entire life, but the beginning of it. His life began the moment he met Barty, and how happy he was to die that way too.

[until-the-house-shakes]

Crush (part 2)

Wolfstar Raising Regulus / werewolf! Regulus / Bartylus

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It was a cold November morning during their fourth year the day Barty decided to be brave.

He had this stupid crush on his roommate, Regulus, since the beginning of their first year, and while he thought he was totally cool about it- Evan and Pandora begged to differ and told him he had to tell Regulus about it or stop gushing about him in private.

Which was really unfair in his mind.

He spent the last four years being perfectly normal about his crush in private and now he has to tell him? What type of sick prank is this?

Barty was sure that Regulus did not feel the same about him. Firstly, he was closer to Evan than he was to Barty, so that’s already a strike against the brunette. Secondly, he never laughed at Barty’s jokes. He just stared at him like he was an idiot. Sure everyone else did the same, but it hurt when Regulus did it.

Strike number two.

The third strike, and maybe the biggest in Barty’s opinion, was that Regulus refused to date anyone because of his ‘furry little problem’. During their second year of school, Barty, Evan, and Pandora figured out that their dear friend was secretly a werewolf, and from that day on, helped him however they could. They even went as far as learning to become animagi during their third year, because they learned it could help Regulus. Sure it pissed off professor Lupin because it was ‘dangerous’ and ‘really fucking stupid of them’ but hey! Now Regulus was able to spend full moons with his friends and dad, instead of with his dad alone.

Regulus made it clear to his friends and guardians that he had no interest in dating someone. That his illness only added difficulties to any possible relationship, and he didn’t see any reason to go through such hardship for a ‘mediocre partner’.

Barty had every single odd against him. He wasn’t Regulus’ favorite friend, they didn’t have much in common, and Regulus refused to date anyone. But maybe, just maybe, Barty could be the exception. Regulus didn’t want to date anyone because he didn’t want to go through the hurdles of coming out as a werewolf or lying to them every month. Barty understood the sentiment, however, if a possible date were to already know about the lycanthropy, (and help out each full moon) then there should be no problem.

At least that’s what Barty hoped.

“Hey, do you have any plans for this weekend?” Barty asked Regulus, sitting on the boy’s bed while the other flipped through some quidditch magazine. For the first time in a week, the two boys were all alone in their dorm, and Barty was finally going to take the opportunity and ask Regulus out.

Well, he was also threatened by Evan and Panda to either ask him out by this weekend, or suffer some weird punishment, and while Barty was curious, he found a date with Regulus much more enticing than the threat.

“Dad and I planned on seeing pa in Hogsmeade. Want to come with?” Regulus asked, not looking up from his magazine.

“Oh uh.. yeah I.. I would like that. Wait, don't your dads hate me?” Barty was never the parent’s favorite friend. It was a fact he came to quite enjoy about himself, but when it came to Regulus’ dads, he wished they would at least tolerate him. He did perfectly in Remus’ classes and always treated Regulus like an angel! What more could they want from the fourteen year old?

“They don’t hate you. They’re just protective of me, and you like to get into trouble. That’s all.” Regulus giggled. Gods. If Barty could record that giggle and keep it playing all day every day, he would.

“Well.. maybe I shouldn’t intervene on father-son time. Besides, I kind of wanted it to be just us.” Great, now Barty was starting to get shy. Why couldn’t this be easier? He was normally a confident kid, but the second Regulus looked at him with his innocent grey eyes, and perfect pink lips- all his confidence went out the window and he was just a shy, awkward kid.

“Barty… are you trying to ask me out on a date?” Finally Regulus put his magazine down and looked at Barty. As much as Barty loved it every time Regulus looked at him, he wished the werewolf would stop doing that. Having his eyes locked on his, made breathing and thinking very hard to do.

“… maybe.” Barty squeaked out, feeling his face flush. This could not be going further from what Barty original planned. He was meant to simply ask Regulus out, get rejected, and move on. This long, drawn out, tortuous conversation, was not supposed to be happening.

“Okay. We can have lunch together and I’ll have dinner with my dads.” Regulus shrugged, getting off his bed to grab his quidditch supplies.

Wow. That was easy.

Wait.

“Wait actually? You want to go on a date with me?” Barty asked, making sure this wasn’t some sick prank or awful dream. He would be so pissed if this was a dream.

“I know I said I didn’t want to date anyone… but you’re different. So sure. I’ll go on a date with you, but don’t make me regret it.” Regulus glared at him before leaving their dorm room to get to practice.

Barty simply stared at the closed door in awe.

He had a date with Regulus Black.

An actual date.

He had to tell everyone.

[celestial-seasonings427]

THIS IS NOT A DRILL I REPEAT THIS IS NOT A DRILL

SIRIUS BLACK IS A BOOMER

FUCK

[managone16]

Slytherin Skittles playing Garctic phone: Barty: Regulus!! How the fuck did you not get that picture? Regulus: What the fuck even is that?! It's tiny and yellow! Barty: TINY?! IT'S MY DICK, REGULUS. Evan: That yellow thing looks like Spongebob's dick. Barty, offended: Spongebob-?! Fuck you. Dorcas: Can we stop talking about dicks? Dorcas: Let's talk about some delicious cun- Regulus and Evan: No.

[crimsonlovebartylus]

bartylus and jily at the mexican independence "parade" in lake shore drive in chicago:

James: LILY!!! porfavor!! be careful-.. tell regulus something?!

Barty: my man listens in bed but not outside of it

Lily and Regulus both sitting on the ledge of the car window, holding onto the car ceiling handle and waving a mexican flag with the other.

Lily: Viva Mexico!

Regulus: more like viva james dickico

Lily: shut up, bartyico

[l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft]

i think….

i think regulus will get irritated with barty sometimes and say he hates him (as he does) and ninety percent of the time barty will stare at reg for like two seconds and be like “you hate me??”

then he’ll take in a biiiiig breath

and just

like

start dramatically fake sobbing. like soooo loudly and annoyingly and he can sometimes get some real tears in there too and that makes it worse

and most of the time it makes regulus so mad and uncomfortable that he awkwardly apologises to get him to stop lmao

[nothelena21]

Walburga will say that she loves her sons-in-law equally... but she has a sentimental favoritism towards Barty that she can never hide.

In her defense... everyone she knows loves Remus: her son, his friend Potter, the other chubby boy who doesn't leave him alone much when he comes to visit Sirius, Lyall and Hope, Potter's parents, the professors at Hogwarts and the nurses at St. Mungo's. They all love Remus.

Then she turns to look at Barty... who has Regulus and Evan as his only friends because the rest of the young men he's seen hanging around with are fake and tasteless people, who no longer has his mother because she died suddenly and scandalously, who has his grandfather Caspar Crouch half-demented on the other side of England and has Bartemius who prefers to have lunch with work colleagues than his own son. And it hurts her to see him so alone.

Walburga makes Barty feel included all the time... she invites him to lunch, tea, and dinner, they never run out of things to talk about, and she even learned how to use the little muggle box that takes pictures because Barty said he'd love the thing.

Then she turns to look at Remus's wet dog face and guilt starts to eat her alive... so she makes an effort and asks about the new book by that muggle author whose name she can't remember, picks out chocolate desserts for after lunch and dinner, and makes sure the afternoon tea is prepared just the way Remus likes to have it.

The world shakes when Walburga listens to Sirius rant about the Ministry not accepting Remus' job applications because of his emaciated appearance and huge scars. Because she's back to the time where they wouldn't accept her into the Auror Department because she's a woman, and oh fuck, they're going to listen to her.

She's definitely going to leave them with their legs shaking and their tails between their legs because she knows about the skeletons that most of those guys buried in their backyard.

So... come to think of it... Walburga does love her sons-in-law equally.

[siriuslygay1981]

I'm sure it's been said ...challengers kiss Barty/James with Regulus as tashi

James as art and Barty as Patrick!

Do you see my vision?

Like you just know their enemies to lovers arc went crazy. Their fruity friendship at the start...mmm