i love being a multi-shipper because yes, everybody fucked everybody and they all lived happily ever after
#phm#ryland grace#rocky the eridian#project hail mary spoilers




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i love being a multi-shipper because yes, everybody fucked everybody and they all lived happily ever after

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question for the marauders fandom: do we all just collectively agree that all ships are accepted and no ship is set in stone except for wolfstar? (ex. jily, jegulus, marlily, dorlene, yazlene, and bartulusâ coexistence)
Barty/Regulus worrying about the future
âDo you think theyâll everâŚâ Barty starts but lets his own voice die down at the end of the sentence. He breathes out, instead, and cards his fingers through Regulusâ hair, slowly and deliberately. Barty wets his dry lips with the tip of his tongue and tries to just enjoy the warmth of Reggieâs head on his lap, the sight of his chest rising and falling placidly and the sight of the electric streetlamps outside the window. If heâs lucky, Reggie wonât realise what he meant, wonât let his beautiful brain get filled with images of a war theyâve both been trying to ignore for as long as they can.Â
Itâs been taking its toll on them, though, the war. Itâs been stealing their time, stealing their moments like this one until the two of them barely have the opportunity to see each other alone. It used to be easier, Barty thinks, to sneak away from their parentsâ prying eyes and disappear into one of the many rooms at the Crouchâs residence, or Grimmauld Place alike. Barty misses the second-floor parlour at Reggieâs family home â the overstuffed leather chairs, the lush furniture, the Blackâs family tapestry and the way it used to symbolise something other than this ridiculous dispute over who had the most right of calling themselves true wizards.Â
Barty is tired of it all â tired of being tugged in directions he doesnât want to go in, tired of the expectations that seem ready to drown the both of them any day now.
âSorry, I didnât get that,â Reggie yawns, though Barty can tell heâs tense.Â
He can feel the nervous energy that radiates from Regulusâ body â tall and lean and muscular and holy Merlinâs saggy tits, his body â but Barty doesnât reach down to rub his shoulders, doesnât touch him with any more purpose than to smooth his thin, shiny hair away from Reggieâs face.Â
âJust wondering if theyâll ever call us down for dinner, love,â Barty lies.
Itâs one of his specialties, lying. Heâs good at it, maybe too good. He doesnât like lying to Reggie, but he also wouldnât dare worry him further. Barty doesnât like the way that sort of dark frown takes over Reggieâs regal features â he hates the way he can see it ate away at Regulus right before his eyes. Itâs not fair, he thinks, for the millionth time, cursing Regulusâ selfish prick of a brother, who left him to be imbued with all the responsibilities he was too much of a coward to take up himself.Â
âLetâs stay here, then,â Reggie shifts, looking up at Barty from where heâs got his head on Bartyâs lap. The light from the fire in the hearth paints his raven hair golden, and Barty thinks perhaps itâs just his eyes, playing tricks on him. It must be. âKreacher will call us when they remember we exist.â
âLetâs hope he will,â Barty smiles and leans down. He brushes his lips over Regulusâ forehead, and itâs barely a kiss. Something in his chest shifts and squirms, and Barty swallows thickly before looking away.
Regulus: You are not allowed to fall in love with me.
Barty: Won't be a problem.
Barty, one week later: THERE'S A PROBLEM
I'm doing my best to control my urge to scream at you but THAT WIP YOU JUST SHARED THE FIRST LINE OF!!!????! đđđâ¨đđaaahhhh I love the concept so much!!! and tbh I've never read a lot of barty centered fic but I love the idea of him and reg (who I just want to adopt and wrap in a blanket already thank you) and you go and write ace!regulus I am melting! and so damn giddy to read (more, lol) of this!!!!!đđđ
LISTENNNN barty is my little fucked up son but i cannot take credit for ace!regulus. thatâs all @confunded-gryffindorâs doing (and let me tell you, itâs really great!) tbh i merely butted into kevoâs idea and said âok but if barty went to therapy they could definitely be togetherâ and this became a WIP with alternating POVs.
the first two chapters are sort of done... we should probably work on the rest of it đ

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