all things bartylus

regulus is the only one who can silence the voices inside barty's head. he spends hours napping and laying with him, curled so tight against his skin that their breath is the same

“bartylus with endgame rosekiller and jegulus” cowards. let the sad little victorian boy have his pretentious nerdy lapdog

barty but his mind is slowly cracking after being trapped in his own body for twelve years and sometimes all he can see are the ghosts of his past and he wonders why regulus is standing right there but he can't reach out and touch him.

i find barty and regulus’s friendship so funny. we have the permanently offended, supremely uptight, haughty, easily scandalised, victorian woman-esque, judgemental heir to the richest and most prominent wizarding family on one side, and then we have the sleaziest, most lewd and reprehensible ‘human being’ on the other. everytime barty forms a full sentence a year is taken off regulus’s lifespan. and yet barty is still significantly more intelligent than his best friend, and everytime regulus is reminded of this (every day) his eye twitches and he visualises how lovely barty would look without a head.

cracking up at the idea of barty in the middle of hooking up with someone and his phone vibrates and its regulus who needs a ride home from work because sirius can’t pick him up and barty just. starts putting his pants back on and the person is like ???? hello?? and he’s like yeah you can let yourself out i gotta go

bartylus but it's barty left all alone after regulus dies in the cave, never really understanding why regulus left, but wondering if it's his fault over and over again until his mind finally cracks under the pressure and he's left with the worst parts of him making up a shell of a man.