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~☆Regulus Black Coded Songs☆~

○ Sweet Cis Teen - Dazey and the Scouts

○ Dreams - Fleetwood Mac

○ Not Strong Enough - Boygenius

○ Family Line - Conan Gray

○ Dollhouse - Melanie Martinez

○ It's Only Sex - Car Seat Headrest

○ I Don't Smoke - Mitski

○ I Love You, I'm Sorry - Gracie Abrams

○ Mama's Boy - Dominic Fike

○ Motion Sickness - Phoebe Bridgers

○ The Winner Takes It All - ABBA

I love them sm

Bartylus but it's not all "Barty being annoying and Regulus being pissy"

Bartylus but Barty is the only one who can make Reg giggle after Sirius ran away

Bartylus but Regulus is the one to stroke Barty's hair and tell him it'll be okay after his mom dies

Bartylus but Barty is the only person Regulus lets be clingy and overly touchy to him

Bartylus but Regulus is the only person Barty trusts with his deepest darkest fears

Bartylus, man

jegulus lazy thigh fucking... regulus just wanting to grind on something and james just wanting to fuck something. regulus' thighs getting all red and sore from the drag of james' cock.

The constant issue of do I want jegulus or bartylus or rosestarkiller or do I want Regulus to suffer alone

finally - @black-brothers-microfic - words: 825 [notes: undertones of rosestarkiller; past bartylus; implied future character death that is canon-compliant; apparently I really like writing "off to the cave" Regulus...]

Regulus does not say goodbye to Barty or Evan.

He cannot bring himself to find the words or the gestures because if he tries, he will never leave. He will cling to them, accept Barty’s offer to run (run to where, to inevitable death?). And then where would they be?

“We stay together and die together” had seemed more romantic when they were still school boys huddled together in their tight little ball of comfort and the prospect of death had been entirely hypothetical. When they’d all been so sure that they would die for each other rather than watch each other die, because they still didn’t quite grasp the reality of war.

Regulus knows now that he cannot save Barty and Evan. He does not have the power to prevent the inevitable headlong rush of death barrelling towards them. What he can do, however, is increase their chances of survival exponentially.

And so this is what he will do.

The night that Regulus leaves, Barty does not sleep. At 3am, he’s wrapped himself around Regulus, long fingers playing with Regulus’s messy curls, reading by wand light.

See, Barty never sleeps. The last time Barty slept (truly slept, not half-slept or micro-slept) was probably back in early 1977 when Regulus and Barty had come down with temporary insanity and had attempted to engage in an honest-to-Merlin romantic relationship. Of course, everything had exploded between them (because that’s what happens when two volatile and combustive substances are combined) and at the time Barty had, for some unfathomable reason, decided that the only way to truly stick it to Regulus was to actually start partaking in that thing called sleep.

Regulus too does not sleep. Not now, at least. He’s been fighting it for the better part of three hours, watching the clock on the wall rapidly tick time away, listening to Barty’s quiet humming on one side of him and Evan’s even breathing on the other.

Evan is dead to the world. And thank Salazar for that, because while Barty (for all his intelligence) often needs emotions to punch him in the face to truly pick up on them, Evan is much more socially switched on. He would take one look at Regulus and his lack of sleep and the heavy weight on his heart, and he would know.

Regulus burrows deeper under the covers into Barty’s arms, savouring the feel of Barty’s fingers tangling in his hair. Listening to the slow thud-thud-thud of Barty’s heart beat. Watching the rise and fall of Evan’s chest.

He thinks, yes, they are alive.

He thinks, as alive as we can all be.

Regulus is at peace with what is to come. It is the end of the road for him. He feels it more than he knows it. He will not emerge from the cave alive. He will try with every last ounce of strength he has to come home to Barty and Evan—he will fight until his very last breath—but if he cannot, he is okay with that. Perhaps, in fact, it is better that way.

After every atrocity he has committed and borne witness to and failed to stop, he fears what the war has made him. What it is continuing to make him and who he will be at the other end.

Would he recognise himself at all?

When Barty’s fingers stop their gentle scratches at Regulus’s scalp, Regulus peers up at him. Barty is mid-thought, deep in his book, the little tell-tale crease between his brows indicating that the cogs of his brain are turning and he is conjuring what he calls “brilliant schemes”. Schemes he will likely later take to Bellatrix, because that’s Barty’s job: to think up brilliant schemes and do the fancy, complicated magic.

Barty hums quietly and wrinkles his nose, flipping back through his book. And Regulus’s resolve cracks a little because he can’t help but despair.

Why did they waste all those months months bickering angrily in their fifth year? Why did they do that to each other and to Evan, who had been caught in the middle of it all?

Why did they spend almost all of their seventh year bickering and fighting and avoiding each other?

Why did they not try harder to keep Barty away all of this?

And why are they not doing more to hold Evan together? Because Regulus knows that Evan is already on the verge of breaking and losing him might be what pushes Evan over the edge.

Regulus reaches out and lays a hand on Evan’s chest, feeling that rise and fall, the deep and steady breaths that tell Regulus that, even though Evan may not feel it anymore, he is still very much alive.

Regulus is at peace with his own impending end; selfishly so. Though, he realises, he may not be quite as at peace with leaving Barty and Evan behind to deal with the aftermath.

Lily went on and on for months to Mary and Marlene about how Pandora's hair always looked great, it was always styled perfectly in the cutest ways. One day she finally told Pandora that she loved her hair and asked how she manages it. She was shocked to find out Regulus has been doing it for her.

Pandora kept complaining about hating doing her hair ever since Regulus met her on their first day, so he started learning how to style it for her. Ever since then Pandora would come up to his dorm in the mornings so Regulus could do her hair. It became their thing and Regulus would sometimes come up to Pandora with different clips and charms that he'd bought for her hair.

I love their friendship sm <3

The skittles were the only ones that knew about jegulus which was fine, until Barty and Regulus argued and he started threatening to tell Sirius. This would shut Reg up so Barty started using it all the time to get his way.

reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

After Sirius left Grimmauld place got so much worse for Regulus. The only person he had now was Kreacher but even then he was gone half the time. Regulus was supposed to be the perfect child but they didn't see him as that. He had to pay the price for Sirius' actions. If they heard Sirius did something wrong Regulus would be punished to teach him what not to do.

Sirius "the winner takes it all" Black and Regulus "the loser has to fall" Black