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Popcorn Ceilings - Bartylus

Popcorn Ceilings - 5/11/23
StarKiller/Bartylus - Harry Potter
Type - Fluff 🫶
Barty speaks Spanish, Regulus speaks French.
Set during their time at Hogwarts.

The feelings bubbling inside of his chest hurt, they were selfish and possessive and something that was so unlike Barty. It's not like he was above being jealous, but his jealousy had never felt so raw and unfiltered before. He had never felt so insane and dizzy in the past, and the feelings bubbling and oozing out of every scar littered on his body scared Barty.

Barty himself scared Barty.

And if Barty feared himself, did that mean that his sweet Regulus did as well? No way. Regulus Arcturus Black, the heir to The Noble House of Black, was the one to fear. Not Bartemius Crouch Jr, the heir to absolutely nothing ever.

But, Barty could never fear his love, and he was probably the only person who can say that confidently. Regulus was the only one he could ever love more than he loved himself.

No, Barty feared the way he loved and adored his lover. Their love was rough, raw, unforgiving, possessive, and just,, well,, a qualified mess. They would get into silly little fights over silly little things neither of them would've noticed if it hadn't been for it involving the other.

Like-

Barty did not and literally could not stop himself from groaning both internally and externally whenever Potter and his goons came up to the Slytherin table during studying hours, or any of their meals, and spoke to Regulus. But, whenever the group was just existing around Barty, he never noticed them. It was only when Potter talked to Regulus that he noticed. And oh did he notice.

And Regulus would get grabby and needy whenever Evan or Pandora decided to be extra touchy with Barty, or if Barty had just made his rounds around the school to waste time (aka not being around Regulus). But, if Barty was around him for a good portion of his day, and Evan & Pandora kept their paws to themselves, Regulus wouldn't even think about being so unbelievably and uncomfortably clingy.

With that being a known fact, people knew that Regulus and Barty's... relationship was far from ideal or romantic, and most people would even deem it unhealthy or toxic, but the only word that had ever come to Barty's mind when reconsidering his relationship was intoxicating.

But, that was just the word to describe Regulus. The only word to ever describe him. Regulus would pull you in with his soft gray eyes, soft freckles, and addicting smile, and you would never be the same. But, Barty was okay with that. Barty needed that.

Barty, for a lack of a better word, craved Regulus. Craved Regulus' nails digging and scratching his already bruised and broken skin. He craved Regulus smiling and praising him for doing something as simple as waking up or breathing. He craved Regulus uttering soft and quiet sweet nothings and praise into his ear in French.

"Je suis si fier de toi, mon amour." Regulus would whisper quietly into the darkness of their shared dorm. His soft and delicate fingers would slip through Barty's fluffy curls and unknowingly untwist and untangle every single knot of thread inside and outside of Barty.

"Tu as été incroyable aujourd'hui," Regulus would start with a steady breath as the two of them sat in their common room, their hands laced together in a mess of fingers in the center of the mess of blankets and pillows that scattered and littered their floor. He would continue just as softly as before, "Vous ferez encore mieux demain." Regulus would finish the praising with a kiss to one of Barty's bruised and battered knuckles.

Barty never had a clue what these soft and delicate words meant, but he never threatened to ask. Mainly because Barty would do the same, but in Spanish. Whenever Regulus came specifically to his bed, and curled into Barty while trying to simultaneously curl into himself as well, Barty already had a few sets of words he'd adored to whisper into Regulus' ears.