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Some bartylus!!

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regulus: it’s like we finish each other’s—

james: …homework

regulus: ???

james, in tears, sliding his potions work over to reg: please

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regulus: it’s like we finish each other’s—

james: …homework

regulus: ???

james, in tears, sliding his potions work over to reg: please

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Mi jefe me hizo un té 😭😭😭

Anyway...

I want to write a bartylus one shot, but one where Barty doesn't die, you know?

Lonely dancers

Like...

Barty and Regulus marry each other young and nobody knows that, till they find out and everyone is so upset because one: "wtf you didn't tell us?!" And two: "You didn't invited to your wedding you cunt!!!" So they decide to just plan a bigger wedding with everyone they love? And Regulus decides that if he's going to have a bigger wedding, he wants Sirius in it, so he decides to be brave and contact his brother

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I’m sorry but bartylus will forever remain in my heart as the young teenage couple who married the moment they got out of college, maybe even earlier.

They met in elementary and were unofficially dating from 7th grade to freshman year of high school until Barty loudly shouted out “THAT’S MY BOYFRIEND FUCKFACE!” When some dude insulted Regulus’ overly pretentious attitude. They were never seen separated and are often found in the halls holding hands and getting food together, they share a locker so people often see Barty getting snacks from Regulus’ locker, and spend their free period in each other’s classes so much so that the teachers just accept the extra student.

Sirius runs away and Barty is with him nonstop that he tries to switch his classes to be with him, but only stops cuz it’s too late in the semester. They get engaged during graduation and run away in the middle of the night to elope and officially cut off their family (except Mrs Crouch) when they enter college.

They are the messy and sleazy married couple with the deepest and loyal love for each other, it’s just a little hard to tell with the bickering. They have 2 cats and German shepherd who they treat better than anyone else and Barty makes vulgar comments when older people comment on how young they married.

They spent their honeymoon going around restaurants and fake proposing to get free deserts before heading back to their tiny apartment and basically disappear for like 3 months which makes their friends worried asf until they spot Regulus and Barty getting ice cream in a park one midsummer and Dorcas is like “I NEARLY CALLED THE COPS??”

Kay that’s all gnnnm

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Barty "I wish I was Regulus's brother" Crouch

Sirius " would like to be chosen brother of Regulus" Black

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Look...Grey's Anatomy is killing me like always. The dialogues are from Grey's, everything else is just angst

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Regulus still had the adrenaline from the eight-hour surgery but could feel the tiredness catching up with his body. Sirius was annoyingly serious and didn't let him finish closing the poor woman before asking him to talk.

"What do you want to talk about, are you okay? Is Remus okay?"

Sirius looked distressed and had something in his eyes that he couldn't catch what it meant. He took off the quirurjical mask and breathed soundly.

"When we brought your husband into the OR, we originally thought we could go in with a bronchoscope and laser, however there was a lot of bleeding, so we had to open him up."

Regulus immediately felt the ghost of a hand grabbing his heart with long claws ready to tear it apart.

"Wait. You...wait a minute. No. Remus said that--" Regulus hated himself for the stuttering but Sirius ignored it.

"When we opened him up, we saw that his tumour had eroded his pulmonary artery," Regulus tried to breathe but found it difficult to let the air in "Dr. McGonagall and I both used extraordinary measures..."

"No, wait...Sirius. No." Regulus could feel the hand tightening the grab making him bleed.

"But his heart could not tolerate the excessive bleeding," Regulus couldn't see his brother's face so he closed his eyes waiting for the next part "he did not survive the surgery. I'm sorry."

When Regulus looked up he saw Sirius' tearing up eyes, irritated and doing anything in his power to not let the tears fell. His ears felt like shutting down so he breathed feeling fire burning his lungs before speaking.

"You're saying..you're saying, he's dead"

Sirius' tears started falling but Regulus could feel his own eyes fighting to not cry. "Yes."

"Say it."

"Reg..." He sounded broken but he couldn't sound like that because Regulus hadn't broken yet.

"When you inform the family, you have to say it so that they know that it's really happening. It's the first thing that you're taught." Regulus could feel he was losing the war between breaking down and staying alive "I never really thought about it...But now I get it, and, um...Sirius..." The first tear fall and it felt like ice freezing everything in its path "I need you...I need you to say it"

"Barty is dead."

The hand tightened so hard his heart felt like exploding. He lost the fight with the tears that started falling and falling and falling and never-ending.

"Thank you." the words hurt in his throat and Sirius made a movement to hug him, he didn't do anything to stop him because he felt like he was falling into a black hole that led straight to hell.

Barty was dead. Barty was dead. He was dead. And maybe Regulus was too.

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Writing more Regulus angst

But now he's scared like he's never been before, more scared than when his mother curses him, and more scared than when his father threatens him. This is real. This pain is forever. The mark, the dark mark, is his sentence to death. It's not a nightmare anymore.

It's his destiny.

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Harry, holding out a cookie for Regulus: Look! This ones a heart, that’s how I feel about you! Regulus: *Ugly crying* Harry, holding out another cookie for James: This ones like Michigan, that’s how I feel about you! James, throwing their hands in the air: What does that mean?!

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Barty: what in the fucknuckles is this?

Regulus: (holding hands with James) he's my boyfriend, you intolerant shit.

Barty: (staring at James) whoa, pump the hate brakes fox and friends! i'm just surprised anyone would date you, especially pinkie pie from my little pony…

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New Chapter of That's all there is to this story

Given Au - Jegulus

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Regulus on the phone with James: Turn around.

Regulus: No, the other way.

Regulus: Again, the other way.

Regulus: Okay, one more time.

James: OH MY GOD, WHERE ARE YOU?!

Regulus: I’m not there yet, but the thought of you aimlessly turning around in circles amuses me.

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The mother that never was - 980 wordd

Walburga learning of Regulus' death

Walburga was not a good mother, she never thought she was a good mother. She remembers perfectly what she thought the day Sirius was born. Her first son. A baby. She could hear his screams, and his face was all red, and his fists were tight like screaming was an effort. She remembers the feeling of the moment the nurse put him over her chest, and how he instantly calmed down. Walburga felt like she could breathe. That was the last moment she really did. 

She didn’t raise Sirius. He wasn’t even her baby, not since the moment the family nannies took him to take care of him. ‘Your job was to have him, Walburga, now we start with the spare,’ Orion said when he found her walking to the nursery because Sirius was screaming his lungs off. So Sirius was her son…but she wasn’t his mother. Sirius didn’t have a mother until he ran away and even though it was probably the most traitorous thing to the family, she let him. 

She got pregnant with Regulus not so later than Sirius’ birth, and that’s maybe the reason why she couldn’t have more children. It was okay because she did not want more. Regulus was tiny, so tiny, she was sure he would die. He was born a stormy night earlier than he should have, with almost thirty-three weeks, less than eight months on her body. Walburga thought she would die with him. She had never felt so much pain, not even when she was a child and her father punished her for not being a proper lady at the time. She had bleed and screamed and she was sure she had met Death’s hands when she lost consciousness. Regulus was…he was so small she was scared to touch him, and because the nurses were doing everything in their power to keep him alive, she never did. She didn’t hug Regulus like she did with Sirius. 

She didn’t even hear him cry. 

Regulus was a very quiet child while growing up, he didn’t look for her like Sirius did. He didn’t try to hug her, nor try to call for her. He had Sirius. Sirius wasn’t even so much older, and he was more motherly-like than Walburga had ever been. While she learned how to mute the crying, Sirius would chase after the nanny to see the new baby and help, he went crawling until he learned how to walk. And Walburga was sure he only learned so he could go faster. 

Regulus was a good son. He didn’t look for a fight, and the moment he learned that if he did anything bad, Sirius would be punished –because Sirius would always take the blame– he stopped being a child. He tried to be good, to be enough, but for his disgrace, he had Walburga as his mother. The moment Sirius went away to Hogwarts, Regulus stopped smiling. The only moment Walburga really would see him was at dinner, and it felt like he wasn’t even there. When it was his turn to go and he came back for the holiday, her sons didn’t talk to each other anymore. 

Walburga was just a witness, but she always knew the catastrophe didn’t start when Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor, it started when the two boys who used to be best friends since their birth, stopped being brothers. 

Sirius gained a proper mother when he escaped the Black prison and stepped into the Potter paradise. He didn’t take Regulus with him, so Walburga was trapped and could only see the boy who stopped smiling, starting to lose himself in the family madness that had already reached him. Regulus just stopped being. He wouldn’t sleep, he would eat less and less every day. His eyes stopped shining like the living and he just would move in autopilot like he was a puppet. 

‘You’re a good son,’ She said to him someday. Regulus had looked her in the eyes, with his dead Sirius-like eyes, and whispered ‘Thank you, mother’. Walburga couldn’t even remember the last time he had called her that. 

Walburga wasn’t a good mother, she wasn’t a mother at all, so when Regulus disappeared the same way his brother did, she was sure it was because he had finally gained the bravery to go look for a real family too. She didn’t cry, nor really listen to Orion’s madness screaming and screaming and screaming and screaming. She sat in the drawing room and looked at the fire for hours. 

She was not a mother, so realistically she didn’t lose a son. 

She didn’t maintain the count of the days since Regulus went away, so she wasn’t sure when was the last time she had stepped into the tapestry room. She didn’t even know what day it was. It was like an instinct, her eyes went directly to the burnt place where Sirius’ face once was. The moment her eyes moved to Regulus’ place, it was like the same cold death-like hands that touched her face the day he was born were back. One moment she was standing, and the next one her hand was shaking, caressing the place where Regulus’ face should have been. In his place was instead a skull with a date. 

Regulus Arcturus

1961-1979

She didn’t notice she was crying until the tears slipped between her lips. She didn’t make a sound, nor did she breathe. It was a new feeling, the mourning of a son. She didn’t feel it when it happened, she couldn’t know the exact date. Was it yesterday? Last week? If she was a real mother, could she have felt it in her heart? It was the same feeling she had when she was pushing him out of his body, the agony of being alive. 

The suffering of Regulus' loss made her a mother in the end? 

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Sirius(7) and Regulus(6):

Regulus: I found something

Sirius: What did you find

Regulus: It's in my pocket

Sirius: Show me

Regulus: You have to guess

Sirius: One of mom's rings?

Regulus: Nooo, it's alive

Sirius:...wth, a bug? Reggie, do you have a spider in your pocket?

Regulus: No, it's a snake

Sirius: You do not have a snake in your pocket

Regulus: Yes I do!!!

Sirius: Then show me!! I don't believe you

Regulus: Shut up, Sirius, I'm not a liar!!

*He takes out a little snake from his pocket*

Sirius: What the fuck, Regulus, is that alive?

Snake: 🐍🐍🐍🐍

Sirius: MOM!!!!

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@jegulus-microfic | April 18: sock | 1.6k

James is sexiled and decides to spend time with Regulus.

There’s a sock on the door knob.

It’s been a long day and James is tired and there’s a fucking sock on the door knob and if he listens close enough he can hear soft grunts.

He’s happy for Sirius and Remus, really, he is, he just wishes that they’d fuck at Remus’ every now and then, and at least keep it to the bedroom.

Sirius and James share a college flat with Peter, Marlene and Lily, so there aren’t many options when they’re all out. Today,  James knows that Peter and Lily have chess club, and Marlene’s training for the women’s boat race, so it’s only him who’d be around.

He sighs and turns around, sending Regulus a text as he goes.

Been sexiled – your dorm free?

He’s walking before he’s received a response – he’s almost positive that the answer will be ‘yes’, and he hasn’t seen Regulus in a week, so they’re long overdue a catch up.

Their friendship was one of the more unexpected things to come out of Regulus bucking centuries of Black tradition and instead following in his brother’s footsteps, choosing Cambridge over Oxford. He settled in nicely to Corpus Christi, flying through his first few years as a history undergraduate while Sirius and James chose Trinity instead.

It took a while but slowly and tentatively Sirius and Regulus attempted to heal their relationship, strained by Regulus’ years at Harrow after Sirius packed up and left when he was sixteen, dropping out and enrolling at a local state school instead. They’re much better now; their barbs at each other aren’t quite as jagged. There’s love there, now, rather than just animosity.

As Regulus and Sirius attempted to mend their relationship, James and Remus had been called in early on to mediate, or sometimes it was Regulus’ friends, Evan and Barty, or even Pandora. From those early tentative meetings in neutral territory, new and interesting friendships bloomed, most of all between Regulus and James.

From early study sessions, it evolved into coffee dates and library outings, and when Remus and Sirius sorted their shit out it became even more frequent – the pair never make James feel like a third wheel, but nonetheless they deserve time to themselves, even if James would prefer for them not to fuck on every and any available surface in their dorm.

Regulus is a comforting presence for James; he doesn’t demand anything of him. James is naturally an extrovert; always the centre of a room, but sometimes he needs to recharge, and Regulus lets him do that. He reminds James of calm waters on a spring day, and whenever James needs to quiet his mind, he finds the youngest Black. He only hopes he offers Regulus some of the same comfort in return.

That, and maybe something more. Maybe he hopes that one day there’s a sock on his door knob, and that the reason is Regulus..

James is drawn out of his thoughts as his phone dings.

Sure – text me when you’re here, will come meet you

It’s a five-minute walk but James makes it there in two, calling Regulus to get him to buzz him in. He’s a familiar figure amongst the second years at Corpus, and he’s pretty sure a few of them will have also texted the youngest Black to alert him to James’ presence.

The college door opens and Regulus emerges, dressed in sweatpants and a Trinity rowing sweatshirt that James left last time he was over. He’s so lovely, James thinks, an impulse he doesn’t know how to control; isn’t sure he wants to control it.

“Sexiled, huh?” Regulus holds the door open as James steps through, falling into step with each other and walking up a flight of stairs to reach Regulus’ dorm. It’s empty, although that isn’t uncommon for Regulus. Barty and Evan hold unsociable hours, and Regulus, Pandora and Dorcas have a frankly insane amount of extracurriculars to attend, so they’re rarely together.

“There was a sock on the front door and I’m pretty sure I could hear noises so I didn’t want to risk it,” James says, settling himself in the kitchen, finding Regulus’ mug and a new one with a deer in glasses; a ‘congratulations’ for James’ performance in the inter-college boat races that’s become a permanent fixture in Regulus’ dorm.

He locates the teabags; Yorkshire for James, organic for Regulus, before turning back to the mugs.

“I don’t blame you – those two seem to spend more time fucking than not – it’s a minor miracle they get any work done,” Regulus chuckles, gently bumping James’ hip to get to the fridge, taking out his oat milk and James’ rice milk.

They settle into the routine like it’s second nature; they’re familiar with each other in a way that’s almost intimate. They stand together waiting for the kettle to boil, perhaps a bit too close for it to be entirely platonic, but James isn’t going to move away if Regulus doesn’t.

He always feels like they’re teetering on the edge of something more than what they are, something better, but for all of James’ bravery, he isn’t sure how to make the next move, and he doesn’t want to wreck this peace that Regulus and his brother have been working so hard on.

“So, how was your day?” Regulus asks, tilting his head to better look at James. He looks unbelievably soft in James’ jumper and James thinks that if he just moves his pinkie he can link it with Regulus’.

“Exhausting. I had rowing first thing and a few readings to do for my supervision that I’d completely missed,” James sighs. He loves his degree but he’s never been as organised as Regulus, who seems to have work done almost before it’s set. “Also, I spent a solid ten minutes looking for that jumper.”

A light blush creeps up Regulus’ cheeks at that. “Sorry, you left it here after practice last week so I washed it but completely forgot to text you.”

A smile falls across James’ face. “You’re fine, Reg, and besides, it suits you. I guess I should get myself a Corpus one to match, huh?” He smirks as the red of Regulus’ cheeks becomes more pronounced.

The kettle whistles and Regulus turns away from James to fill their cups. “James Potter, behave yourself.” He hip checks James again, this time with a bit more force. Except he doesn’t move back. He stays there, leaning against James, and James feels like his entire body’s a livewire.

The tightrope they’re walking is getting more taut, and James finds himself eager for the fall.

“But Regulus, dearest, where’s the fun in that?” He leans forward, entirely too close for it to be platonic, and Regulus is turning, turning-

“Ow! Fuck!” James forgot about the fact that Regulus was holding a kettle of boiling water, and he’s paying for that now. Water splashes over the counter as Regulus rushes to put the kettle down, taking James’ hand and leading him over to the tap.

He turns the cold water tap on, letting it flow over their entwined hands. He is too still, too silent, and James wants to go back to where they were. He wants the tightrope back. He wants to fall.

He can be brave, he thinks, if it means he gets to have something with Regulus.

Regulus is staring intently at their entwined hands, like it’s the most fascinating thing in the universe, and James breaks the silence.

“Reg-”

“What are we doing, James? We’ve been tiptoeing around each other for weeks and it’s driving me insane and I want to be around you all the time and I think I’m already half in love with you so I’d love if you can clear up what this is,” he states, false bravado injected into his tone, but James can hear the tremors. He’s so nervous, but so brave. Regulus Black, the Lion Heart.

It takes a while for the words to register in James’ head.

Oh.

Oh.

James removes his hand from the running water, ignoring the slight sting and the inevitable burn that will be left. He cups Regulus’ cheek, forcing the younger boy to look at him. Regulus is terrified, but so hopeful.

“Reg, I- I want-” James runs his hand through his hair in frustration. He can’t get his words out.

“Jamie?” Regulus’ voice is so soft, as though he’s worried he’ll scare James off, and the only thing James can do is kiss him.

Regulus’ lips are rough, a bit chapped from where he nibbles on them when he’s nervous. He tastes of tea and cinnamon and James wants to devour him. There is nothing soft about it. James’ tongue darts out, soothing Regulus’ lips, and the younger boy lets out a moan that’s pure filth and ecstasy and James is falling, falling, fallen.

He wants to do this forever.

His hands find their way to Regulus’ waist, tracing the skin underneath the Trinity sweater that’s been driving James insane since he first saw Regulus wearing it. It’s his, it’s him.

They break apart to breathe and James attaches his lips to Regulus’ neck, marking, claiming. He can’t think beyond this moment, beyond the boy in front of him.

“Jamie, we should- we need to-” he cuts himself off, broken sighs escaping his lips as he tangles his hands in James’ hair.

James reluctantly removes himself from Regulus’ neck, taking the boy’s face in his hands. “Do you want this, Reg? Do you want me?”

Regulus’ eyes trace James’ face, and whatever he sees softens him.

“Always, Jamie.” And James is lost.

They’ll talk about it later, as the sunlight paints the walls of Regulus’ room, but this is enough for now. For ever.

And if Barty finds a sock on the door knob when he comes back from the library, well, that’s between him and Regulus.

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@jegulus-microfic | april 12 Amortentia | words: 683

DARLING, GUESS WHO’S BACK FROM JAIL (not jail but a hospital, same thing really). I missed writing and maybe some of you missed me so here’s a cute one. enjoy;3

tw: alleged poisoning, swearing

"Have you seen that green shirt Regulus wore to the party last week? He looked so beautiful in it,” James mused, laying down on the floor next to Remus’ bed. “And his hair, oh Merlin, his hair...”

“What the fuck, Prongs?” Sirius snapped at him, sitting straight on Mooney’s bed. Oh, right, he forgot his best friend was in the room.

James looked at Remus, a bit terrified, hoping the tall boy would come up with something to save his ass. With the smirk Remus gave him, James knew he was doomed.

“Oh boy, are you okay, James?” The taller boy asked with feigned concern. “Pads, I think someone poisoned him.”

At the comment, Sirius’ face turned from pissed to concerned.

“What? With what?” he started, running to James to check on him.

Remus hummed, looking at the two of them with a mean grin.

“Some Slytherin must’ve added amortentia to his tea in revenge for the last prank,” he said, acting as if he were terrified. “We should take him to Slughorn; he probably has an antidotum.” With that, Sirius picked James up and led him out of their dormitory.

Padfoot looked determined to help him as they walked to the dungeons, while Remus kept sending him amused glances. In response, James just farrowed his eyebrows, mouthing  you’re dead to his friend.

When they finally reached the potions professor’s room, Sirius started banging on them like a madman. Not even ten seconds into it, the door opened.

“What are you doing here?” Regulus asked, looking at all three of them. James could see his eyes softening as they reached his own, and he smiled gently at Regulus, the younger boy's cheeks turning slightly pink.

“What are you doing here?” Sirius asked, reminding James of his presence.

“Well, I’m brewing a potion,” Regulus started. “But you still didn’t answer my question.”

Sirius frowned at his brother, and he pointed at James. “Can you see him? He’s looking at you like you’re the world’s eighth wonder; somebody poisoned him with amortentia!”

Regulus and James locked eyes again, the younger boy smirking this time.

"Oh, really?” he started, still looking at James. “What gave you the idea?”

“Well,” Sirius began, “he started rumbling about how pretty you looked last week, and how he likes your hair, and other shit like that!” That was just Sirius being dramatic, but Regulus seemed more pleased with every word. “Is Slughorn here? We need to fix him right now!”

Regulus shook his head, turning to face his brother. “He went to Madam Pomfrey; he should be back soon," he said with a pause. “But maybe you should go back to the dorm; it's almost curfew. I’ll take care of that moron.”

James looked at Remus with pleading eyes, hoping this time his friend would actually help him. Thankfully, Moony seemed like he had enough of torturing him for one evening.

He grabbed Sirius’ shoulder, turning him so they stood face-to-face. “He’ll be fine, honey,” Remus said gently, leaning closer to Sirius’ ear. As the black-haired boy’s eyes widened, James assumed the two of them would be taking advantage of the free dormitory. Good for them, James thought. Just don’t destroy the room. Again.

“If he starts being insufferable, give him a sleeping drought or bind him; I don’t care. Just... be safe,” Sirius said to his brother, getting a dismissive yeah, yeah in response.

As the two Gryffindors left them, Regulus pushed James into the room, slamming the door behind them.

“So, amortentia, huh?” Regulus asked with a teasing smile, putting his hands on James’ chest. The older boy grabbed him by the waist, pulling him closer.

“Yeah,” he began, rubbing his hands up and down Regulus’ sides. “I think Barty wanted to get back at me for turning custard creams into Canary Creams.”

“Perhaps yes,” Regulus said, nuzzling at James’ jaw. “And you think I’m pretty? Evan must’ve helped him with the potion if you talked so nicely about me,” James chuckled as the younger boy grabbed him by the neck and pulled him down for a kiss. 

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