#regblack

It had been a long day. The hours had passed slowly, talking alone with Regulus and Gilderoy, explaining things and listening and figuring things out with the both of them after the sudden revelation in the paper that morning. But it was necessary, Barty knew. And now things seemed to be stable again, at least as far as all of their feelings on the matter. Gilderoy left the house with a smile on his face, radiating so much of that yellow hue Barty so adored seeing in him. The door clicked shut behind him, and a beat passed where Barty could feel Regulus’s eyes on him.

Grey eyes turned back to his best friend and Barty made no effort to hide the adoration in his expression as he let out a little breath, took a step towards him and let his hands find his face, cradling Regulus in his palms, bringing his head down so he could bump their foreheads together. He laughed a bit breathlessly, greeting him as if they hadn’t just spent hours in each other’s company, “hey, Reg.”

Barty sat perched upon the top step at the front of his home, the manor in which the Crouch’s lived having a rather large staircase leading up to the front door, gaudy as Barty thought it was. The boy already had a bottle open next to him, a lit cigarette in his hand, his father was out working as always and his mother was out with some friends as well so Barty knew he had the entire house to himself for this.

It had been longer than a week since he’d last seen Regulus, after all. One of his legs was shaking in a fidgety sort of movement. He felt pent up, after so many days without seeing the other, it was so unusual nowadays for him not to be able to just barge into the other’s apartment without hesitation. At any time he’d pleased, he’d been able to see Regulus, and he’d liked it that way. But clearly something about that was changing. The thought of Regulus being in some kind of trouble had him taking two quick gulps from his bottle of vodka.

Catching sight of him as he lowered the bottle. The Crouch family’s yard was of course, ridiculously large, so Regulus was quite a distance from him despite having just walked through the front gate but Barty sprang to his feet immediately. The bottle was left forgotten as the man ran down the front steps calling, “Reg! Regulus, hell-!”

He grabbed his arms around his friend the moment he could, taking deep breaths after the running he’d done to get there, patting him on the back before pulling away enough to look Regulus in the eyes.

“Good to see you, prat.” The worry was heavy in his eyes already though. He had a heaviness in his chest, thinking about what could have happened to have kept Regulus from him, and what he would have to do to whoever’s fault it was.

@staygoldengilderoy No AU, just real life // Someone To Fall Back On - Aly Michalka

@arcturusxregulus Regulus Before Voldemort AU // For The Nights I Can’t Remember - Hedley

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