#bartylus endgame

[mikewheelerscloset]

pandora and regulus making eye contact in the boys ravenclaw dorms because regulus was here to see barty and pandora was here to see xenophilius

they can't look at each other in the eye for a few days after that.

[heaven4lostgirls]

prompt: down bad @taylorswiftmicrofic wc: 520

bartylus (barty crouch jr/regulus black)

“At what point does your staring stop being endearing and start looking pathetic?” Evan remarks, quill scraping against parchment as he crosses out lines from his essay.

Barty turns to look at him in betrayal, eyes glaring, “I’m not staring!” He insists, though he can’t seem to keep his gaze fixed on Evan, periodically turning to watch a certain curly haired Slytherin.

“I don’t even have to be looking at you to know that you’re not focused on the essay you brought me here to work on” Evan drawls, tongue poking into his cheek as his finger traces the words from a sentence before looking to his textbook for answers.

Barty groans, “he’s just so-” there’s a thunk as green hair meets the cold wood of the libraries table.

“If you’d talk to him you’d realise that he’s just as gone for you as you are for him” Evan mutters, hesitantly looking up to watch as suspicious eyes peek out from green hair as Barty pouts.

“I can’t tell him!” He complains and Evan sighs, resigning himself to hear the same spiel he’s heard time and time again.

“Yes yes,” Evan says impatiently, “he’s gone for potter, why would he ever date you, you have nothing to give him blah blah blah” Evan mocks, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“What will it take for you to realise just how down bad you both are for each other?” He asks, looking inquisitively at Barty only for Barty to shrug him off, rolling his eyes.

Barty huffs in front of him before he’s straightening his posture alarmingly fast, tugging his textbook closer to him as he pages through it suspiciously fast.

Evan quirks a brow, “what are you-”

He stifles a yelp as Barty’s foot meets his shin, glaring at the younger boy who only winces in apology before tilting his head slightly to his left.

Regulus has noticed that they’re both studying, watching them suspiciously as if they’re there to somehow annoy him.

When he realizes they’ve been there for a while without disturbing him, he offers them a small smile before gathering his own things and moving towards their table.

“Oh, this is tragic.” Evan remarks as Barty melts in front of him, waving enthusiastically at Regulus as if he hadn’t seen him just this morning.

“Shut up!” Barty hisses, schooling his expression as Regulus takes the seat next to him with a nod to both parties.

Barty stiffens, opening his textbook to a random page and skim reading the entire thing.

“The Goblin wars? We don’t start that for another term,” Regulus says in confusion which has Barty paling and smiling sheepishly.

“I uh, was just trying to get ahead you know?” He offers awkwardly as Regulus softens, nodding before squinting at a stray hair falling across Barty’s forehead which he tucks behind his ear without a second thought making the green haired boy stifle a whimper.

Evan sighs as he watches the two, turning his gaze to the ceiling as if in prayer.

“Merlin save me, they’re just as bad as each other.” Evan mutters to himself

[crimsonlovebartylus]

regulus: i'm such a heavy load, you should break up with me.

barty: nah, you're my favorite load of laundry.

regulus: oh, i love you

barty: i love you too

[birdieardley]

Having fake dating Bartylus to make Evan and James jealous is cool, but can we talk about fake dating Evan and James to make Barty and Regulus jealous??? And how cool that could be??

[jjkyaoi]

btw bartylus to me are crazily codependent and obnoxious best friends like james and sirius. but like. u js don’t know notice it cause they’re a lot more begrudging about it but i swear to you. listen to me

barty is constantly around regulus. if you’re looking for regulus u better be prepared to find barty. or find him a couple steps behind. regulus only feels comfortable in a room full of people he doesn’t know if barty’s there too. barty threw away everything to follow regulus once he got the dark mark. barty lost his fucking MIND when regulus died. regulus is allowed to make fun of barty whenever and however he pleases but if anyone else he doesn’t know does it he gets incredibly insanely annoyed. barty would have burned the world down if regulus asked. regulus would let him. they’re probably dating but also nobody knows what the fuck is going on in their relationship ever. the first time they got high they made out. barty, if asked who he would fuck marry or kill, would choose to fuck regulus. regulus would choose to fuck barty. they had a “if the two of us don’t get with anyone we should get together” promise that went on for years. they

[otrtbs]

if y'all wanna read something so unserious rn i have 1.3k words of bartylus under the cut with nowhere else to put them so

“Tell me how you did it.”

“What?” Barty looked up from his desk in the back of the classroom, momentarily stopping himself from carving his initials into the wood. 

When he finally looked up, he was met with an annoyed-looking Regulus Black. His dark eyebrows were pulled together as he frowned down at Barty’s carving. Barty has spent his entire life convinced that Regulus was a vampire. Pale skin (even in the brutal summer), strikingly dark green eyes, and raven-colored hair. He always spoke in a calm and measured cadence, dressed like he was from a different time, looked perpetually cold, and ignored everyone besides his brother Sirius- who was in the year above them and was also most likely a vampire. Barty swore that even Regulus’ canines were sharper than the average person’s were. 

Regulus slammed a white sheet of paper down on the desk and Barty couldn’t help the slight smirk pulling at his lips as he looked down at it. 

A cumulative summary for every class that Regulus Black has taken with every grade recorded in neat, black, ink. At the very bottom, circled in red pen, and where Regulus was pointing to with his bony-ass finger, read:

Rank: 2

Barty knew what he was implying but he enjoyed seeing Regulus so wound up. “Your middle name is Arcturus? What kind of name–” 

“How did you do it?” Regulus repeated, interrupting Barty as his frown deepened. “It has to be you, right? I saw your last test and you made a perfect score, so. What did you do? Did you steal an answer key for every quiz and test? Blackmail? Bribery?” 

Barty blinked at his bluntness before he recovered. “Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I’m just really fucking smart? Maybe that’s how I got to the top of the class. You know, with my brain.” 

“You never take notes, you spend half of the class time carving penises into the desks with your pen and then the other half of the time asleep, I’ve never seen you open a book to study. I call bullshit. I spend all of my time studying and reviewing and–” 

“Like a loser,” Barty coughed under his breath. 

“And you sit in the back like some burnout. High and above it all,” Regulus finished with a glare. 

“Maybe if you lived a little like me instead of shutting yourself up in a Millionaire Mile Mansion, you’d score higher on your tests,” Barty smirked, returning to his carving. 

“You also live in a Millionaire Mile Mansion,” Regulus deadpanned. “And your definition of fun is setting fire to abandoned buildings so forgive me if I don’t–” 

“That wasn’t me. You can’t prove that,” Barty cut in quickly. It was an accident. There had been a burn ban in the summer that Barty had taken a little too lightly and before he could stop it, the entire abandoned pharmacy had gone up in flames along with the field surrounding it. It was still an unsolved arson as far as Sheriff Lupin was concerned, and it was going to stay that way. 

“Relax, I’m not going to tell anyone,” Regulus softened after a moment. “Just, tell me what you did. Do you have flashcards or something?” 

“Flashcards?” Barty snorted. 

“Fuck you,” Regulus shot back before he turned to leave. The classroom was empty apart from the two of them and when he made it to the door, he looked back at Barty once more. “What you’re not coming? School is over.” 

Barty shrugged. “I have detention.”

“For what?” 

“My wonderful art skills,” Barty grinned gesturing to the desk littered with his handiwork. “And hey, Regulus?” 

Regulus stopped once more, one foot already out of the room and a scowl back on his face. 

“Good talk,” Barty finished. 

Regulus left without another word. 

The next day, Barty slipped into the back of class just before the bell and he counted down the seconds until the day was over. Mainly, he watched Regulus because he wanted to talk to him. Ever since their previous conversation the day before, Barty thought about speaking to him again. It was nice, when Regulus was talking he couldn’t scowl, and his features softened just enough that made his uncanny beauty more human. Besides, Barty enjoyed eliciting some emotion out of a boy who seemed so unreachable. 

“I hope you’re ready for my Valedictorian speech in May,” Barty taunted as Regulus gathered his things to leave at the end of the day. 

“It’ll be shit. You couldn’t give a motivational speech to save your life,” Regulus muttered under his breath. 

Barty slammed a hand dramatically against his heart. “You wound me. I was planning on telling everyone to go fuck themselves but we’ll see what I feel like on the day. Either way, you’ll be watching me from the second-place spot.”

Regulus attempted to push past him but Barty began walking alongside him, keeping in step. 

“What, no detention today?” Regulus scoffed. 

Barty shook his head as they pushed through the crowds of students gathering in hallways and chattering about their days.

“Why don’t you walk home with Sirius?” 

“Why are you still talking to me?” 

“Rude.” 

Regulus pushed through the heavy metal doors out into the sunlight. It was still too hot to be comfortable. Unbearably stifling heat that wouldn’t leave until late October. Barty followed closely behind Regulus. 

“What are you doing?” Regulus continued, shoes slapping against the pavement. 

Barty shrugged. “Making a friend or something.” 

“Well, I don’t want to be your friend,” Regulus shot back quickly. 

“Oh come on,” Barty sighed. “Us Millionaire Mile kids have to stick together or the proletariat children of the town will rise up and kill us or something.” 

“Shut up,” Regulus scoffed, and then after a moment he added, “I’m surprised you even know the word proletariat.” 

“If we’re going to be friends then you’ll have to stop insulting me so often,” Barty returned, struggling to keep up with Regulus’ quick walking pace.   

“We’re not friends. I spoke to you once and instantly regretted it.” 

“See another insult. You’ll have to get better about that.” 

They continued their walk home, past the center of town with the single grocery store, past the church and the creek and the railroad, and past the burned lot of land- that Barty had absolutely nothing to do with- until they reached Clairmont Street, more commonly known as Millionaire Mile. 

Clairemont Street contained all of the houses with wrap-around porches and antique glass windows that scattered sunlight in stained-glass brilliance on the hardwood floors. Houses with porch swings and neat trimmings and large yards with gardens that bloomed no matter how dead and withered everything else was. Houses straight out of a Southern Gothic novel. The Millionaire Mile Houses were houses for judges and politicians and their sons, for families who founded the town- or, like in Regulus’ case, houses for oil heirs staying out here because that’s where the oil was. 

As they walked, Barty managed to wear Regulus down with his quick remarks and little jabs. He could tell that Regulus didn’t mind his presence as much as they walked under trees and shop awnings– anything to keep them in the shade and out of the direct sunlight. 

“Look,” Barty began as they were about to part ways. Regulus lived in the middle of Millionaire Mile, right where Walburga liked to be. She could see everything and know everything that happened on her street. Nothing escaped her scrutiny. But Barty and his father lived in the very last house on the street. Shoved into the corner and tucked away out of sight. “I know it kills you that the burn-out kid in the back of the class is smarter than you, but I’d be happy to tutor you some time. Since I'm so much better than you without even trying.”

Barty couldn't help the smile he gave at Regulus' look of indignation.  

Regulus shook his head as he bounded up the steps to his house. “If we’re going to be friends, Barty, you’ll have to stop insulting me so often.” 

[serothegoblin]

Okay but honestly I just like Bartylus more than Rosekiller or Jegulus. Like, they would both be so ride or die for each other, and probably a little co-dependant which makes it so much more fun to read and write about. Give me the angst with a happy ending. I'm fucking living for it atm.

[theotherwoman69]

I'm chillin'.... unless two fictional characters have to learn what true love is through each other because their parents never showed them how to properly love. And that's where chillin' ends and I start to hear voices and see my dead grandpa.

[theyrealllesbians]

First chapter of my new jegulus fic Wedding Season is on AO3 now!!!

Regulus well and truly hates wedding season.

They're miserable. Full of pitying looks and persuasive hands.

He needs a date, and James Potter seems to be a good fit.

[pearlynia]

Okay so Bartylus exes and Jegulus endgame

"I once believed love would be, burning red": bartylus

"But it's Golden": JEGULUS

[mikewheelerscloset]

bartylus is better!!!! I say as they drag me kicking and screaming back to the asylum

[heaven4lostgirls]

𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜

𖥸 prompt: down bad

[crimsonlovebartylus]

Bartylus soulmates. Bartylus endgame. Bartylus murder husbands. Bartylus Canon (idc). Bartylus married. Bartylus in every universe. Bartylus "In another life, I would have really liked just doing my laundry and taxes with you". Bartylus just make the most sense. Bartylus insane together. Bartylus. Bartylus. Bartylus.

[florsial]

Lamb to the Slaughter

“There is someone at work.”

And Regulus feels like someone dumped a bucket of ice water onto him. In an attempt to humiliate him or to freeze him to death. He thinks it’s both. He almost didn’t want to believe it, like if he tried hard enough, he could just pretend this was all a bad dream. That he would wake up in his bed and James would be there to soothe his heartache and tears with love.

He swallows down a lump before saying quietly, “I’ll fix some supper.”

[fieldsofpoppies-in-salt-air]

if anyone needs a really good bartylus fic to read I fricking love I'm not tired (never of you) by thestarsforus on AO3!!! it's still in progress but it's such a good story, and one of my favourites

[maraudersidk]

My heart breaks a little every time i see less and less platonic bartylus in fics

I love evan and regulus but barty and regulus were just the better duo🤷‍♀️