#starsons

[havsgast]

Fic title: Sunshine Memories +hp

The day that Barty graduated from Hogwarts was the day that the sun disappeared behind the clouds. There would be wind, rain, and snow, but there would never be any more sunshine in his future.

His school memories are full of light and warmth in the form of a smile, eyes crinkling, the sound of a laugh, his name in a soft tone. His school memories are full of Regulus Black, his own personal sun.

As the war rages on around him, Barty thinks back on happier days, before Regulus disappeared and took the sunshine with him.

so I may have a thing for Regulus and angst

[anyexcusetowritemorelies]

we all have those kind of boards, don't we?

[acciotomriddle]

"I don’t care what they think, to me you are perfect." + Starsons?

"I don’t care what they think, to me you are perfect." Regulus tipped Barty’s chin to look into his eyes. “Your father is a fool if he can’t see how much you’re worth; don’t let him define you.”

“I hate him,” Barty growled. “I hate him so much. My mother doesn’t care that I’m in love with you, so why does my father have to act so disappointed? He’s scum.”

“You don’t need him,” Regulus urged. “You have me. I love you. I love you so much. It’s just the two of us aginst the world; we don’t need anyone else to tell us what we’re worth.”

Regulus paused, sliding his hand under Barty’s shirt and smoothing it out on the warm skin. “Let me show you how perfect I think you are.”

[havsgast]

Can I request Starsons and “You’re blessed with the kind of beauty a man like me can’t turn down.” for a prompt please? :D I imagine Barty to be the one saying that but you can switch it if you want

“You’re blessed with the kind of beauty a man like me can’t turn down.”

Regulus felt a chill run down his spine at the words whispered in his ear. He had been leaving a Death Eater meeting when he found himself cornered, chest pressed against the cold stone wall and unknown hands holding his waist.

He could either break free with a nonverbal spell or turn around to see who wanted to play games with him. He felt positive that he could win.

Before a decision could be made, the insane laughter revealed his assailant as Barty. Regulus rolled his eyes as he turned around, not too gently dislodging the hands from his waist.

“It hasn’t been offered to you.“ he quipped. Barty resembled an excited puppy more than anything as he decided to play along. The game was on, and there could only be one winner.

“You don’t say?” Barty asked, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. The habit was almost endearing. Regulus hadn’t realised how close they were until now, his eyes still drawn to Barty’s moth after the tongue had retreated.

“Maybe something could be arranged… I’m blessed with beauty, you say?”

He forced himself to meet Barty’s eye.

“You’re the beauty to my beast.” Barty agreed. Regulus couldn’t help but chuckle. Such a silly game they were engaging in.

“Such a joker you are, Barty. This beauty is not going to wait around while you talk to the furniture.”

“Should we take the negotiations elsewhere then?”

Regulus had never seen such a ridiculous eyebrow wiggle in his life. He had to cover his smile with his hand to not give away that he was losing not only his composure but also their game.

“As long as there’s no talking furniture.” he agreed, lowering his hand. Losing didn’t seem too awful.

Barty leaned in close enough that their lips brushed before apparating them away.

[anyexcusetowritemorelies]

                                     Regulus Black x Barty Crouch Jr

A vinyl was spinning around in the old gramophone player. Bartemius sat on the bedside, staring out of the open window. The sun rays that managed to sneak into the room despite the early morning made his blond locks shine like a gloria around his head. Silently, Regulus watched his boyfriends pale backplate from where he layed in bed, half hidden under a blanket with light blue flowers embroided on it.

”When all this is over”, Barty suddenly said without so much as waving his gaze from the rooftops, ”then we’ll move into a little cabin by the ocean”. He turned halfway and his icey blue eyes managed to catch Regulus’ dark brown ones before the older Slytherin boy turned away his gaze. Once upon a time he had felt so safe and secure while drowning in those stormy big blue eyes, but that felt lite half a century ago now and these days Barty’s eyes was as big of a dangerous and unruly mystery as the big ocean itself. ”Do you hear that? You and I, together. We will be together, he will protect u…”

”When? When will all of this be over?” Regulus interrupted. A sigh slipped out from between Barty’s lips and carafully he crawled up in bed, gently pulling himself closer to to the older Slytherin boy. His hand carassed Regulus’ cheek before he leaned his head against his shoulder.

”Soon. And then everything will be just as before again, only better”, Barty whispered against Regulus’ collarbone, his lips just barley touching the soft skin. He placed a kiss there, and then an other kiss and another one. Regulus closed his eyes while the kisses sneaked their way up over his neck. The kissed ended when they reached his jawbone, and instead, Regulus could feel Barty’s hot breath against his cheek when his boyfriend once again spoke. ”It’s just the war, it makes you stressed. When it’s over, everything will be as before again, we’ll be as where before again, I promise”, he mumbled before pressing his lips against Regulus’ in a hungry kiss.

Regulus almost felt like he could taste the lie on the younger Ravenclaw’s lips, those lips that once had felt so familiar but that now could easily belonged to a stranger. Nothing would ever be the same again, and least of all them. They both knew it, but they just let the other’s estranged fingers tremble over their bodies, their unfamiliar lips trying to find some old part of themselves on the other’s wierdly feeling lips, pretending that they hadn’t already kissed the person they loved for the last time.

[havsgast]

Do you think regulus or Barty would have approached the other first? How did that go down?

Barty started Hogwarts one year after Regulus, and therefore I imagine that Regulus would already be in the Slytherin bubble, not befriending students from the other houses. Barty as a Hufflepuff would be more open to inter-house friendships.

Then count in that Barty likely had lots of pressure from his father to get good grades and that Regulus stood out enough from his peers that he was part of the Slug Club, meaning he most likely had good grades, I imagine that they met as part of a tutoring program. Of course, Hogwarts doesn’t have a tutoring program, but if Barty was to mess up a lot in potions and if it could reward Regulus with some extra house points if he helped out…. Professor Slughorn would definitely be all over that.

So Regulus would tutor Barty in potions, and then Barty would start searching for Regulus outside of tutoring to hang out.

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Hi! I hope this question isn't too stupid, but can i ask why the shipname Starsons stands for Regulus x Barty? Thank you :)

Don’t worry, it’s not a stupid question ^^ Starsons isn’t any official (though it could be ;D)

Me and @sangrites were talking a while ago about how Regulus and Barty’s names just don’t blend well and were trying to come up with other options, and @isaksqueaks suggested Starsons for Regulus being the star and the bar in Barty’s name meaning son...and Starsons is similar to Wolfstar in meaning then which also makes for Sirius/Regulus brotherly feels <3

[acciotomriddle]

"If you haven't noticed, I'm already dead." + Starsons?

Sorry, this is going to be pretty angsty

Regulus is quiet today. He barely says a word to Barty, not even when Barty asks him what’s wrong.

”Nothing much,” Regulus says. He hasn’t touched his breakfast or his cup of tea.

Every time Barty turns around that day, Regulus is there. He lurks in the corners, and when Regulus knows Barty can see him he smiles, dazzling and white and unnerving. 

Barty runs a bath in the evening, and as he leans over the tub he sees Regulus’s face reflected in the water. Barty’s heart clenches painfully, fear eating at his insides though he doesn’t quite know why, and he splashes the water with his hand violently, splashing and splashing until there’s more water on the floor than in the tub. 

“Don’t be dead,” Barty hisses, covering his ears with his hands when Regulus appears in the corner of the bathroom. “Don’t be dead.”

“I’m sorry to break this to you, but if you haven’t noticed, I’m already dead,” Regulus says. “I’m sorry.”

When Regulus vanishes that time, he doesn’t come back again.

The Dark Lord later tells Barty that Regulus drowned in a desperate bid to flee the Death Eaters chasing him for betraying the Dark Lord.

“He was a traitor,” the Dark Lord says. “You deserve far better.”

But Barty doesn’t want better, he wants Regulus. So he throws himself into torturing other people, because otherwise he’s left alone with his thoughts and that only tortures him.

Send me a prompt?