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Sirius sat on the edge of his bed, fiddling with the hem of his sleeve. His bandages still itched, tight and bulky around his wrists, but he left them alone. Across the room, Barty lay on his stomach, his feet kicking lazily in the air as he scribbled furiously in his crayon filled notebook.
“Hey,” Sirius said softly.
Barty didn’t look up. “Hey, hey, hey.”
Sirius hesitated. “They gave me more labels today."
That got Barty’s attention. He turned his head, expression unreadable. “Labels? Like soup cans? Or the kind they stick on your back when you’re not looking?”
“The second one, probably.”
Barty rolled onto his side. “What flavor are you, then?”
“Bipolar. Borderline.” Sirius shrugged. “I’m apparently a human mood swing with abandonment issues.”
Barty stared at him. “That’s a very dramatic soup. Bit spicy.”
Sirius snorted in spite of himself.
“They said I’m emotionally unstable. That I feel too much. That I panic when people leave me. And it’s all true. But it still hurts, hearing it out loud.”
Barty slowly sat up, letting his journal fall shut. “They said I have schizophrenia. Did you know that? Voices, visions, wild things. They think I’m bonkers. I am, probably. But they’re not wrong.”
He leaned forward, oddly serious. “But you? You’re just… a cracked glass. Still sharp. Still beautiful. Just fragile in places.”
Sirius blinked at him. “That’s weirdly poetic.”
“I’m an artist,” Barty said simply, picking up his red crayon again. “All of us are just shattered things trying not to cut each other.”
Sirius lay back on his pillow, exhausted. “I hate how much that makes sense.”
Barty began to draw again, humming softly under his breath. After a while, he said, “I’m glad you’re still here.”
“Me too,” Sirius whispered.
And for a moment, the silence between them was almost comforting.
It was late, the ward quiet except for the irritating buzz of the hallway lights and the occasional soft shuffle of staff rounds. Sirius lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling, sleep eluding him again. Barty sat cross-legged on the floor, drawing against the side of his own bed with a crayon, the paper pressed to his knee.
“Your boyfriend came again today,” Barty said quietly.
Sirius turned his head, his voice rough. “Yeah. He did.”
Barty didn’t look up. “He always comes. Brings you coffee. Talks to the nurses. Smiles like it’s not hurting him inside.”
Sirius blinked slowly, throat tight.
“You’re lucky,” Barty said. His voice cracked a little, soft but trembling at the edges. “My boyfriend used to visit. He brought me sweets once. He said he’d wait.”
Sirius didn’t say anything.
“But he doesn’t come anymore.” Barty’s hand stopped moving, the crayon stilled mid-line. “He’s dead. They told me he died.”
There was a long pause.
“I still see him, though,” Barty murmured. “Sometimes he’s in the corner. Sometimes outside the window. I draw him, so I don’t forget.”
He lifted the journal and turned it toward Sirius, revealing a sketch... delicate, almost angelic, of a boy with wild eyes and a soft smile. “His name was Evan.”
Sirius’ heart sank.
“I don’t think he knows he’s dead,” Barty whispered. “I don’t think I do, either. Not really.”
Sirius pushed himself upright and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Quietly, he walked across the room and sat beside Barty. He didn’t touch him, didn’t say anything. Just sat with him.
Barty turned another page and began to draw again. This time, he used blue.
“I think Evan would’ve liked your boyfriend,” he said. “Remus seems gentle.”
Sirius closed his eyes. “He is.”
And they sat together in the soft light, one broken soul beside another, while Barty drew the people they missed most in colors they could still see.
They sat there in silence for a little while longer, the soft scratching of Barty’s crayon filling the room.
Sirius glanced at the journal, then at Barty’s profile, pale in the dim light, eyes distant but focused on the page.
He spoke gently. “Do you know how Evan died?”
Barty paused. The crayon stilled in his hand. His head tilted slightly, like he was listening to something Sirius couldn’t hear. He was quiet for so long that Sirius almost didn’t expect an answer.
Finally, Barty said, “No.” His voice was soft. “I don’t.”
He kept staring at the page. “I think I used to. I think it was loud. Or maybe quiet. Maybe it was both. Maybe I watched. Maybe I didn’t.”
He pressed the crayon to the page again, drawing harder now. “Every time I try to remember, it’s like… someone’s holding a hand over my eyes.”
Sirius’ throat ached.
“I wish I knew,” Barty added, barely audible. “But I think… I think if I did, I might break.”
Sirius reached out, just barely brushing Barty’s shoulder.
“You’re not broken,” he said.
Barty let out a dry, breathless laugh. “Oh, Sirius. I’m so broken. But that’s okay. Evan was too. We were beautiful that way.”
And then he kept drawing, as if the memory might someday come back in red and blue and black lines.
The overhead lights dimmed with a low hum, then cut out completely, leaving the room bathed in the soft, blue glow of the hallway’s night lighting.
Barty didn’t move from the floor. He just kept scratching faintly at the paper, the sound barely audible, like the flutter of moth wings. Eventually, the crayon stilled. He whispered something as he stood, maybe a name, maybe nothing, and rolled onto his bed.
Sirius lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. It was too dark to see much, but he could still make out the faint outlines, the vent overhead, the seam of the ceiling tiles, the shadow of the window frame across the wall.
Prompt: Communication
Because I don't have the patience for miscommunicating idiots right now.
Jegulus microfic - 344 words
"Jamie," Regulus said. James looked up, he was standing in the doorway, arms crossed, a pout on his face.
"What is it, love?" James asked, setting down the tools he'd been holding and leaving his woodwork project on the garage table.
"Are you mad at me?" Regulus asked, and James's face dropped, trying to find a reason why Regulus would think that.
"What? No, or course not, why do you think I'm mad at you?" James asked, quickly rushing over to comfort him, even though he wasn't visibly upset. "I'm never mad at you, love."
"But…" Regulus trailed off.
"Yes?" James asked. "Tell me. I need to know so I can stop it happening again."
"It sounds stupid," Regulus said, blushing.
"It won't be," James promised. "Nothing you say will ever be stupid."
"You… you haven't been giving me as many kisses today, or hugging me. It's almost dinner time and I've only had two hugs from you," Regulus said. "You usually give me way more."
"Oh, Reggie," James said, pulling him into a hug so Regulus's head was resting on his shoulder. "That's not because I'm mad at you."
"Then why?" Regulus asked, voice quiet.
"Because I thought I was the one being annoying," James said, laughing. "You've so busy with your art project and you didn't respond when I hugged you from behind or kissed you on the cheek. I thought you were giving me the cold shoulder, or that I'd done something wrong."
"You haven't done anything wrong," Regulus said, leaning into James. "I just find it tiring to have to show my gratitude every time you show affection, especially when I'm working on my art, so I just forget to sometimes. I'm not giving you the cold shoulder. I love your hugs and kisses."
"Well I'm glad we sorted that out," James said, laughing softly. "I'll resume my endless affection. But… how am I suppose to know when you're actually angry at me?"
"Oh, don't worry," Regulus said, pulling back and grinning. "If I'm really angry, you'll know."
James gulped.
Barty and Regulus are eachothers firsts and they constantly argue and make fun of the other for it, like, "Oh you were so sloppy-" "Bitch- It took you twenty minutes to open the fucking-" "Oi- That was your fault! If you weren't so bloody distracting-"
Lily and Marlene are eachothers firsts and they flirt like crazy to make their respective partners jealous, to the point of several accidental threesomes. When asked about it, they always say, "She just couldn't tie this ass down." "It's a nice ass. I got distracted."
Remus and James are eachothers firsts and they never talk about it again aside from offhand comments like, "Yeah, I bet you used too much tounge," or "Now you're insecure? I've seen you naked-" or "Two minutes Potter? Thought you lasted longer than that." that only they laugh at because no one else gets the joke.
Regulus Black just has one toxic ex that absolutely loathes him and tries to convince people he's an absolutely horrid person
Then they look at Regulus who's sitting in James' lap, minding his business and reading a book, and they're like "????"

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Remus has anxiety and Sirius has paranoia. Remus lays awake at night because he's convinced no one likes him and he's screwed up every social interaction he's ever had, Sirius lays awake at night because he's convinced there's someone is standing outside his widow coming to get him.
curious - jegulus - @jeggyverses-jegulus-microfic - word count: 375
"So...who else, then?"
Regulus mentally slapped himself as he asked the question, wishing he'd never opened his mouth. It was a stupid thing to ask, both because he knew the answer would only hurt him and because he didn't want Potter to know that the idea was consuming him.
But it was too fucking late now, so he opted to stay nonchalant, his expression aloof as he waited for an answer.
"Who else, what?" the older boy repeated, adjusting his shirt and staring down at him with a frown.
"Who else are you...you know...meeting up with?" Regulus elaborated, hating that he had to ask again. He refused to use terms like 'snogging' or 'hooking up'...they felt so mortifying, for some reason.
The Gryffindor blinked. "What? Only you, Reg, what're you on about?"
But now it was Regulus who was confused. "You're just...I mean, you said you weren't even sure if you liked blokes, right? This," he gestured between them, "is just because you're...curious, or whatever."
"I said I didn't know what I was, not that I wasn't sure if I liked blokes," Potter answered furiously, eyebrows furrowed. "Trust me when I say, I fucking like boys."
"Oh." Regulus looked down to the ground, a little embarrassed. "So..."
"Listen, if that's what this is to you, that's..." Potter ran his fingers through his hair, seemingly at a loss for words, his breath a little heavy. "You're well within your right. But I need to know now, because I was starting to feel..."
"What? Feel what, exactly?" he demanded, heart lurching into his throat.
"Well, fucking something more than just curious," James said, letting out a humorless laugh. "I'm obviously shit at communication because I've only been doing this with you, Reg. It's meant something...to me, at least."
And what was Regulus supposed to say to that, when James spelled it out so plainly? "Okay, he whispered, meeting the older boy's intense gaze.
"Okay?"
"Yes. Yes, I–me, too. Okay," he murmured, unable to find more words than that.
But luckily, James understood. He always seemed to.
"Alright," the older boy agreed, his mouth splitting into a grin. "Okay. Cool, then."
"Mhm. Cool."
But Regulus felt about a thousand pounds lighter.
Regulus “I couldn’t stay I’d only cause you pain” Black and James “I was your starry eyed lover and the one that you saw” Potter
Bartylus but Barty whos covered in tattoos and piercings, with bracelets all up his arms, but he only wears one necklace, which is a dainty little locket Regulus got him when they were 15
It's just a picture of the two of them inside, a rare moment of silliness with Regulus' nose scrunched up and Barty's tongue out, but it is his most prized possession.
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Happy pride @boofenshmirtzevilinc 😘
WHERE IM I. Im you’re other mother 😒
I’m the favorite suck it
FUCK YOU
FUCK ME YOURSELF COWARD
BET COME TO MY HOUSE 😝
Still pissed I’m not in the photo 😒
Happy pride @boofenshmirtzevilinc 😘
WHERE IM I. Im you’re other mother 😒
I’m the favorite suck it
FUCK YOU
FUCK ME YOURSELF COWARD
BET COME TO MY HOUSE 😝
Happy pride @boofenshmirtzevilinc 😘
WHERE IM I. Im you’re other mother 😒
I’m the favorite suck it
FUCK YOU
Happy pride @boofenshmirtzevilinc 😘
WHERE IM I. Im you’re other mother 😒
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barty and james friendship be like:
barty (watching monty through the window): look at your dad. such a dork, keeping bees…
james: …
barty: i mean, at least it’s interesting though. at least, like- i wish my dad kept bees…
james: …
barty: i mean, it’s kinda cute- like, your dad keeps bees…
james (trying very hard to ignore him): …
barty: how old is you dad? i mean, he’s obviously bee keeping age…
barty: i dunno, i think it’s kind of sweet…
james: …
barty: …james, i wanna fuck your dad.
james: OH REALLY???
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