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There are a few things that Regulus Black didn’t expect to happen when he first moved in together with his friends in Princess Park at the age of eighteen, all of them trying to get ready for being thrown into the spotlight of the music industry. 

Although his mother is an owner of one of the most influential record labels in the entire music industry, which was already somewhat a guarantee itself that their career wouldn't be doomed before it had even begun, Regulus still didn’t let himself be too optimistic about it. 

Of course he never showed his anxiety in front of his mother because Walburga Black isn’t a woman who will simply accept a failure or even the thought of it, but that doesn’t mean that Regulus didn’t have his fears and pain he was trying to hide.

After all, he was just a kid, legally adult or not, who was going through his own personal problems at that time, trying to figure out things about himself he had always been too afraid to even think about, especially when his big brother ran away from the house not even two months before and Regulus was still trying not to show how much his heart was aching in his chest even at the thought of him. 

He couldn’t show any of his pain in front of his mother, he couldn’t show that he felt like dying every morning he went downstairs and the reality of his brother not being there anymore hit him like a ton of bricks. No, making that heartache visible in front of his mother was not an option, not when, from Walburga’s point of view, Sirius dragged the name of their family through a mud because of his childish ambitions, the same ambitions that she decided to force onto Regulus almost two months after her nineteen years old son turned his back on their suffocating family.

Apparently, it was quite more than enough for Walburga to start hating Sirius a lot more than she did before and Regulus witnessed it all with his own eyes. He saw how she gave up on being angry at his audacity to run away from home, as she claimed for weeks, before she decided that pretending that Sirius wasn’t even born in the first place was a better way of dealing with the shame she felt every time she heard her oldest son’s name. 

And that’s exactly what she did. She didn’t even have to pretend to worry about whether Sirius was alive or not, because the majority of the newspapers and TV channels made sure to show that he was; not only that he was alive but also that he was making his own way through life with his three bandmates, completely free of Walburga’s demands and orders. 

Even after years, Regulus isn’t able to figure out why his mother was so against Sirius’ dreams. After all, it wasn’t like Sirius didn’t want to be a musician, he just didn’t want their mother breathing down his neck and controlling his every move. Either way, ever since it happened, Regulus decided not to think too much about it, it was too painful.

It didn’t hurt because Sirius got out and found happiness, but because he thought that Regulus wasn’t worth of going with him; that’s the only explanation Regulus managed to find after days and weeks of thinking, going back to that moment when he walked into his brother’s room in the morning and found it almost empty; a handwritten note on the top of the perfectly made bed. 

That day, if Walburga noticed how the ink was smudged here and there because of Regulus’ tears, she was too angry at that moment to say anything about it. 

After Sirius left, Regulus thought that maybe his mother would completely abandon the idea of making him, if Sirius wasn’t an option anymore, a worldwide famous artist herself, but that didn’t turn out to be the case. After all, Walburga Black is nothing if not a determined woman when it comes to getting what she wants. 

It happened soon after Regulus witnessed another one of her episodes - that’s what he had been calling it since, well, since everything . 

They were those moments when she clashed out after remembering that her husband is dead, his oldest son tainted the perfect reputation of her as a person and as a record label owner, and all she had left were her connections to other labels and her other son who, in her opinion, was a bit too… different to fit her and the music industry’s idea of the perfect popstar. That was always the main reason why she wanted it to be Sirius, but in the end, whatever fantasy of fame she had created in her head was destroyed when his brother decided to run away from the house in the middle of the night. 

Suddenly Sirius was gone with no intention of ever returning, so Walburga had no other option than to turn to Regulus and use him for her own plans. She didn’t care that Regulus was still just a kid trying to figure out how to live without his big brother that basically raised him, considering that Walburga never really cared about them in a way that a mother is supposed to. 

She didn’t care that Regulus was struggling, she didn’t even notice it, she simply demanded him to go to her office one day as if he were a random businessman she had to talk to about sold out arenas and albums instead of her own child. 

Growing up while watching Sirius put up a fight with their parents about every little thing, just for them to still win in the end, taught Regulus a very important lesson. He realised at a very early age that there was no point in fighting with his parents, especially with his mother because in the end she’d still get whatever she wanted. Regulus learnt to keep his teeth on his tongue and do whatever his parents demanded from him like a golden child that he was, something that Sirius didn’t hide his disdain for.

Despite deep down knowing that it was not normal to let his parents dictate his life, there was not much he could do. Regulus wasn’t Sirius, he never would be, he couldn’t gather enough courage to run away from the house like his brother managed to do, and even if he did, there was nowhere he could go.

So, he stayed. 

He stayed with his mother when his father died and Sirius didn’t have enough patience to deal with her sudden outbursts; he stayed with her when Sirius ran away from the house and she took all her anger out on Regulus, hurting him in every way possible; he stayed with her even when he wanted nothing more than to leave. 

He stayed with her despite everything because in the end, she was still his mother and he couldn’t let her go just yet because he still loved her in some sick, twisted, devastating way, and that childish love was enough for him to hope that maybe if he did everything she wanted him to do, maybe she would show some of the love she had to have for him. 

Regulus wasn’t Sirius, so he didn’t even bother putting up a fight when his mother looked at him with that icy look in her eyes and told him that he was going to leave school and get used to living his life as a famous artist that she was going to do everything in her power for him to become. 

Of course, she didn’t forget to add that she didn’t believe that Regulus would be able to do all of it on his own, and she’d put a band together exactly because of that reason. 

Regulus, Evan, Dorcas and Pandora - a group of young kids with enough charisma and talent to earn the attention of others their age all across the world. 

The thing is, deep in Regulus’ heart, there was a spark of happiness because he had always loved music and had written a couple of songs himself; not that he knew any other way of letting his emotions out. Of course it made him happy that he’d get a chance to make a career out for himself by doing something he enjoyed, especially with three of his friends that meant the absolute world to him. 

He just wished that his mother would do it for him because she cared about Regulus’ dreams and passions, not because of whatever gain and success it would bring to her. But even before he had double digits in his age, Regulus discovered that when it came to his parents, he would never get that sort of sentiment from them, and he learnt to live with it. 

When Walburga announced all of it to him, saying that she’d talk to the parents of his friends about it the next day, there was only one thing Regulus asked from her, only one little thing.

All he wanted was her permission for Barty to be with him throughout it all; his only request was for her to allow him to be in a band with his best friend. 

For Regulus, Walburga’s one cold glare at his request was almost the answer he feared he would get from her, but in the end, she simply rolled her eyes and nodded, saying that he’d talk to Barty’s mother as well. 

And that mere sentence, that mere confirmation was enough for Regulus to be completely okay with his dull life turning completely upside down in a blink of an eye. All of the sudden, all that worry and burden he was carrying since the moment Sirius abandoned him, the fear of what his mother was forcing him to get into, the suffocation of her dictating his life and doing whatever she wanted with it, all of it was gone. 

In that moment, all he cared about was the guarantee that whatever he’d have to get through, whatever his mother would force him to do till her dying breath, he wouldn’t have to do it alone and he wouldn't have to leave Barty here after basically moving to L.A. and starting to tour around the world. 

Barty and Regulus were only fifteen when they made a promise (a pinky promise, because Barty was and still is an idiot) that wherever one would go, the other would follow; they weren’t going to leave each other. 

Both of them had already been hurt by life at that time, and a lot more pain was to come that they didn’t know about yet, but if there was something that neither of them would ever allow to happen is to lose each other. 

Regulus made another promise to himself after Sirius left. He swore that he’d do anything and everything he’d have to do in order to make sure that Barty would always be in his life; that he wouldn’t end up hating Regulus as much as Sirius apparently did so that he’d turn his back on him and never contact him again. 

Somehow, with the strength that Regulus wasn't even aware he had, he survived being abandoned by Sirius, but he’d never be able to go through the feeling of being left behind one more time, especially not when it came to Barty. 

Regulus Black met Barty Crouch Jr. when they were still kids, made a promise of always staying by his side at fifteen, and he fell in love with his best friend at the age of eighteen.

That’s one of the things that he didn’t expect to happen when he moved in with Barty, Dorcas and the twins in Princess Park, along with sold out stadiums, arenas, top places at the charts, awards and worldwide fame.

When he walked out of his mother’s office that day, grinning ear to ear and immediately racing to Barty’s house down the street to tell him the news, stumbling over his own words as he grabbed Barty by his shoulders and tried letting him know that their childhood dreams might have had a chance of becoming a reality, Regulus didn’t expect to fall in love with his best friend. 

But he did; slowly, carefully, day by day before the realisation crashed over him like a wave and melted into his flesh and bones. Before he looked at Barty across the stage one day five years ago as they were performing one of the songs they wrote together, because what have they ever done without each other, looked at his sparkly eyes and a heartwarming grin on his face as he read the signs fans have made, and he realised that oh, he loves him.

Even though the epiphany was sudden, unexpected, it wasn’t exactly surprising. After all, who else would Regulus ever fall in love with if not Barty? Who would Regulus ever love as much as he has loved Barty his entire life? 

It’s just him and Barty, always have been, just the two of them until the end. 

Despite everything he had to go through in these past five years, despite the suffocating pressure, exhaustion, constant touring and songwriting and interviews, there’s absolutely no chance that Regulus would ever trade it for anything else; there’s nothing that could be more precious to Regulus as spending every single day with Barty and doing what he does with the person he loves the most by his side.

Of course, Regulus is sure that even if his mother hadn’t agreed to put Barty in the band as well, even if he had been forced to move from country to country without Barty’s constant company, he’d still fall in love with him; he’d still realise that there’s no one in this world that he could feel even the third of love for that he feels for Barty. 

But still, it’s definitely a lot preferable for Regulus to wake up next to him in bed every morning, run his fingers gently up and down on Barty’s naked back as he watches him sleep with so much love in his heart that sometimes he thinks that it might burst in his chest. 

“You’re staring.” Barty whispers with a hoarse voice, his eyes still closed. 

“I’m not.” Regulus, who is indeed staring, replies just as quietly. 

Barty lets out a small chuckle from the back of his throat (which definitely doesn't do anything to Regulus, not at all) and snuggles to Regulus before he’s close enough to throw his arm over his boyfriend’s waist and bury his face in his neck. 

“We’ve got a show today.” He mumbles, his lips gently brushing against Regulus’ skin in such a familiar movement that Regulus’ heart skips a beat, even after all these years. 

Regulus hums, slowly running his hand up from Barty’s waist, maybe scratching his back a bit, before sliding his finger in Barty’s soft hair and starting to play with his loose wavy locks, feeling the way Barty lets out a content sigh against his throat. 

“We’ve also got an interview before that.” Regulus reminds him because of course Barty forgot about it, even if he pretends that he didn’t. 

Apparently, Barty is still too sleepy to put up his facade, which he always does when he tries to avoid getting (playfully) scolded by Regulus. He simply settles for pulling away slightly, much to his boyfriend’s displeasure, and looking up at him with those confused puppy eyes of his. 

Honestly, Regulus should’ve known that he would fall for Barty the moment he saw those eyes for the first time.

“The Late Late Show?” Regulus says, biting the inside of his cheek not to burst out laughing as Barty lets out a loud groan and buries his face back into Regulus’ neck again.

Even without seeing his face, Regulus just knows that Barty has his eyebrows furrowed and he’s pouting like an unreasonable child. Regulus can do nothing but to lean down and press a small kiss on the top of his head. 

“I fucking hate him.” 

“Barty, we’ve known him for so long.” Regulus tries to speak seriously, but fails miserably. He’s sure that Barty can hear a smile in his voice. “What did that poor man ever even do that made you hate him so much?”

“He flirts with you.” Barty grumbles out and wraps his arms around Regulus’ bare torso protectively, like the person they’re talking about is going to jump out of the bathroom of their hotel room and steal Regulus away from him. “And he’s literally not even funny, some of the jokes he makes truly get me wishing that I could just run out of the studio without the Management killing me afterwards.” 

“Fabian Prewett is flirting with me?” Regulus questions, although he knows that Barty really does have a point. “Come on, baby, really?” 

The thing is, Fabian does flirt with Regulus a lot, maybe a lot more than Regulus would accept from men around him, especially when he already has a boyfriend that he loves with his entire being, but if there’s one thing that Regulus loses his mind over when it comes to Barty (and, trust him, there are quite a lot), it’s when Barty gets jealous.

“Yes, really.” Barty lets the words out between his teeth and fuck, alright, Regulus can already feel himself getting hard just by the possessiveness in his boyfriend’s voice. 

His excitement gets a lot worse when Barty pulls away again and sits up slightly on the bed, staring down at Regulus with the look in his eyes that he knows very well. 

“He’s so fucking proud of it too, as if I’m not always with you backstage, as if he doesn’t know about all those theories about us or as if he doesn’t notice hickeys on your throat.” Barty rolls his eyes, definitely a lot more annoyed than he has ever been about Fabian and they’ve been going to his show for quite a while already. “No one can convince me that he doesn’t know about us, the entire world does and you’re telling me he’s that dense that he can’t tell that you’re my boyfriend?” 

Regulus physically suppresses the embarrassing moan that threatens to break out of his throat as Barty tightens his grip on Regulus’ side, an action he does maybe even subconsciously, but it still makes the man underneath him feel like his entire body is on fire nonetheless. 

“He constantly licks and bites his lip when he’s around you and have you seen how he looks at you? He keeps undressing you with his eyes and–” 

All of the sudden, Barty gets interrupted by a broken sound that Regulus doesn’t manage to stop from escaping as his boyfriend shifts on the bed and accidentally brushes his knee against Regulus’ hardening cock under the covers. 

The silence that falls in the hotel room definitely would’ve been so fucking embarrassing if Barty hadn’t tilted his head to the side slightly, his lips curling up into a smile as he looks down at Regulus with that spark in his eyes that his boyfriend knows so well.

“You got hard while I was talking about Fabian Prewett?” Barty clicks his tongue in mocked annoyance before he raises his hand and gently brushes his finger down from the corner of Regulus’ slightly agape mouth to his nipple, although he doesn’t do anything else. “Really, love? What am I supposed to think about that?”

“Shut up, you know the real reason very well.” Regulus rolls his eyes and digs his nails into Barty’s side, earning a small hiss from him. 

Dramatic prick, both of them know how much Barty enjoys when Regulus does those sort of things to him; things that sting and hurt and leave marks on Barty’s gorgeous body for days. 

(A few times Regulus might have even gotten a bit too carried away and almost outed their entire relationship to the whole world by being too hard on Barty the night prior, which then didn’t escape their fans’ notice at all.) 

Barty giggles - actually giggles, God, Regulus’ heart is going to burst , he loves this man so fucking much - before sliding his hand down a bit further down and resting his fingers (that Regulus really loves having around his throat) on Regulus’ hip, right on the tattoo of a snake that curls up from his thigh. 

They have at least dozens of matching tattoos and yet, for whatever reason, that tattoo is Barty’s favourite. But it’s not like Regulus has any right to judge, both of them are very aware of Regulus’ obsession with that butterfly tattoo on his abdomen. 

“Oh, of course.” Barty breathes out, starting to move his hand slowly once again and this time, he only stops when his fingers are close enough to Regulus’ cock for the man to let out a frustrated groan, even if he doesn’t do anything to get Barty to touch him; he knows that his boyfriend will take care of him, he always does. “I forgot how turned on you get when you see me jealous.”

“Fuck.” Regulus breathes out and lets his eyes flutter shut the second he feels Barty finally wrapping his fingers around him, although he doesn’t stroke him just yet. Of course he has to tease him first, the little shit.

“You know, sometimes I wonder if you do it on purpose.” Barty hums, bringing his other hand up to Regulus’ throat, grinning proudly when a lovely blush spreads all over Regulus’ cheeks and even his ears. 

“Do what?” Regulus whispers with a broken voice, not being able to stop himself from thrusting his hips up slightly, a poor attempt to get Barty to move his hand, although it turns out to be all in vain. 

“Flirt with other men just to get to me.” Barty answers before leaning down and gently biting Regulus’ earlobe, squeezing him in his hand slightly and not even hiding a satisfied smirk when his boyfriend arches into his touch. “Remember that one Australian interviewer? The blond one, blue suit?”

“He– fuck– he was the one flirting with me.”  

“He said the dumbest fucking joke ever and you laughed like he was a stand-up comedian.” Barty fires back without any heat in his voice and bites the side of Regulus’ throat, kissing and sucking the skin just like the way Regulus loves, before he pulls away to look directly into his eyes again. “We both know why you did it.”

“Because he was funny?” Regulus replies slyly, even though he knows it’s not exactly smart to play with Barty’s patience right now, not when he’s completely at his boyfriend’s mercy.

“Because seeing me get jealous and possessive over you gets you hard like nothing else in this world.” Barty whispers into his ear and then, without even giving Regulus a chance to say anything in return, he tightens his fingers around Regulus’ throat and starts stroking him. 

Regulus loves Barty, he truly loves him more than he has ever loved anyone in his entire life, but God, sometimes he feels like strangling him with his own bare hands; especially when Barty decides to be a fucking asshole, jerk him off and twist his wrist in a way that he knows drives Regulus insane, but still let go at the last minute, right when Regulus is about to spill all over his fingers. 

“Barty, please–” Although Regulus wants his command to sound firm, his voice still comes out broken and pathetic, pleading.

“Please what, love?” Barty questions as if he doesn’t know, tightening his grip on Regulus’ throat for a few seconds once again before letting go and letting him take a deep breath in.

“Let me come, please.” Regulus begs, a tear spilling out of the corner of his eye and disappearing into his curls as Barty keeps moving his hand up and down on his cock, and, well, Barty loves it so fucking much when Regulus begs. “Please, I can’t–”

“How was it? The lyrics you wrote about me.” Barty hums suddenly and narrows his eyes at Regulus, trying not to show the effect Regulus’ teary eyes and flushed cheeks has on him. “I can’t contain this anymore, I’m all yours, I got no control–”

“Barty, please.” Regulus interrupts him quickly; not because he's embarrassed of the lyrics he wrote about his boyfriend, but because if he doesn't come in next five seconds, The Emeralds will have to carry on this world tour without Regulus because he'll fucking die. 

Thankfully, because Barty is still an angel sent from heaven who loves Regulus just as much as Regulus loves him, puts him out of his misery and lets him come; speeding up his movements on his boyfriend’s cock while kissing and biting his neck and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. 

Around ten minutes later, after Regulus also took care of Barty under the covers (give him the best blowjob of his life, as always), Barty is sitting up against the headboard with Regulus in his arms, softly tracing his fingers all over his chest when Regulus suddenly jabs him in the ribs and glares at him over his shoulder. 

“Don't forget that you wrote those lyrics with me, you asshole.” 

Barty buries his face in Regulus’ neck again and lets out a bright laugh. 

– ☆ –

“Now, I want to ask you about your new fan-favourite song, No Control.” Fabian's eyes never leave Regulus’ face, even though he's supposed to be talking to the entire band. “I have received so many tweets from your fans about this that I fear if I don’t ask you about it, they might kill me.”

“Quite impressive ways they came up with while planning your murder, didn’t they?” Dorcas asks, grinning ear to ear because if there’s someone in this band that’s the most proud of when it comes to their fans sometimes being (scarily) protective, it’s Dorcas.

“I have to admit, I considered hiring a bodyguard just so I could get to work safely today.” Fabian jokes and just to be polite, Regulus laughs, along with some people in the audience, Dorcas and the twins. However, the moment he glances over at Barty from the corner of his eye, he’s not even surprised that his boyfriend has a forced smile on his face. 

“Why didn’t you?” Of course, Barty doesn’t let Fabian’s comment go without making any sort of remark. The Management will kill them after this. 

“Well, I thought that if I saw a group of your fans charging towards me, I’d just negotiate with them.” Fabian starts talking without missing a hint, almost like he was waiting for Barty to say something. Christ. “My plan was exchanging Regulus’ number with them for my life.”

The audience bursts into laughter and for fuck’s sake, the joke wasn’t even that funny. However, Fabian knew exactly what he was doing when he said it and both Regulus and Barty knew the implication behind those words.  

If anything, the reason why Fabian has Regulus’ number in the first place is because the Management forced Regulus to give it to him. He fucking hates them.

Regulus is somewhat happy now that the Management made Pandora sit between the two of them, otherwise he knows Barty well enough to know that the man would definitely do something stupid (like wrapping his arm around Regulus’ shoulder, or maybe even kissing him on live television, who knows?) and out their relationship to the entire world.

“Thank God you didn’t have to do that though.” Regulus speaks up before Fabian and Barty can continue their childish banter over him. Sure, he finds it extremely hot when Barty gets jealous but that doesn’t mean he wants it to happen in front of the entire world. 

“Oh, come on, Reg, you know I wouldn’t do that to you either way.” 

The nickname. 

Honestly, if Fabian wants to make it back home alive tonight and not end up bleeding all over the floor of this studio, because Regulus knows how fucking insane Barty can get sometimes, he should definitely watch his mouth.

Regulus is about to glance over at Evan with a desperate look in his eyes, just to make sure that he knows he’ll need to stop Barty if he decides to throw himself at Fabian, when the latter finally decides to go back to the song. 

They talk a bit about the special fan project they did all over the world for this song specifically and what a huge role it played in it becoming as popular as it did before Fabian looks over at the camera with that known mischievous smirk on his face and it’s not hard to understand whatever he’s planning on doing, it will make Regulus want to either kill himself or Fabian.  

“So, I looked into the song and I looked at the lyrics…”

“Did you like the song, Fabian?” Barty asks suddenly and it’s not hard to guess that with his eyes, he’s trying to tell Fabian that yes, Regulus did write that song about me. 

“Wait, before we get to the lyrics, who wrote it?” 

Well, there isn’t exactly any point in lying - their names are put next to the tracks they wrote anyway, so no matter how hard the Management glares at them over the cameras (like they’re doing right now), it still won’t change the writing credits.

“We did.” Regulus answers, gesturing between himself and Barty.

“You and Barty?” 

“They write the majority of our songs.” Pandora chirps, earning a small round of applause from the audience. 

Barty quickly winks at Regulus because of it. 

“Well, I’m going to read the lyrics now.” 

The moment those words leave Fabian’s mouth, with a small smile on his face, Evan breathes out, “Oh, God.”

As Fabian reads the lyrics of the chorus, Dorcas and Evan look over at him with something sparkling in their eyes, Pandora grins ear to ear and sometimes even glances between Regulus and Barty on her sides, and the two of them can do nothing other than pretend that it’s all nothing if not a song about sex and lust co-written by two very heterosexual men who definitely have a very platonic relationship. 

“Taste on my tongue, I don't wanna wash away the night before.” Fabian continues slowly, looking even more amused than he did before when he was tormenting Barty as he drags his gaze back and forth between the band members. “In the heat where you lay, I could stay right here and burn in it all day…” He lowers the paper he’s holding and raises his eyebrows at them like he’s confused. “What’s the song about?”

“When you sing it, it’s a lot more subtle than that, Fabian.” Regulus starts because after all, he was the one who came up with the song idea in the first place. Might as well own it up. Plus, he’s exactly ashamed of what he has written, it’s quite a good song. “You’ve definitely made it sound like the sleaziest song of all time, so.”

The audience bursts into laughter at his comment and Pandora pats him comfortingly on the shoulder, all while Barty presses the tips of his fingers against his mouth and tries not to start laughing as well. 

“Hey, even if it is, people seem to adore it, so no complaints.” Fabian chuckles. “But what I want to know is where did the idea of this song come from?”

This time, Barty speaks up before anyone else has a chance. “You need the details or…?” 

“Jesus.” Evan huffs out and facepalms, his shoulders shaking as he laughs. 

“Well, you two definitely need Jesus, if you ask me.” Fabian remarks, earning another wave of laughter from the entire studio. 

“I don’t know about Jesus but we’ll definitely get a good lecture from the gods above after this interview is over so thanks a lot for that, Prewett.” Barty jokes, clearly not noticing the alarmed look Regulus sends him and not realising the impact his words will have. 

After they’re done talking about Regulus’ and Barty’s very sexual song, new album and the tour, Fabian speaks up while staring directly into the camera. He lets people know that they’ll be performing one of their singles right after the break and then the five of them have five minutes to move to the stage and get ready to sing. 

“Are you insane?” Regulus hisses to Barty as they take their places behind their microphones, his stormy blue eyes flashing. 

Barty whines out tiredly. “What did I do this time?”

“The Management?” Regulus tries, but Barty still keeps looking at him like Regulus is speaking a completely different language. “You called them the gods above, Barty!”

“Oh, shit.” 

That’s as far as their conversation goes because suddenly, they’re back live and Fabian announces that The Emeralds will be performing their new single, written by Regulus and Barty just like almost every other song on the album.

“I figured it out, I figured it out from black and white. ” Pandora starts, her voice soft and comforting, but yet still strong at the same time. “Seconds and hours, maybe they had to take some time.”

“I know how it goes, I know how it goes from wrong and right.” Dorcas continues as she keeps her gaze directly on the floor, something she always does when she wants to focus only on the song and nothing else. “Silence and sound, did they ever hold each other tight like us? Did they ever fight like us?”

Regulus is the one to sing the chorus; it was Barty’s request after he finished writing the song, he demanded that Regulus would be who’d sing this part.

“You and I, we don't wanna be like them, we can make it 'til the end, nothing can come between you and I.” Regulus tightens his grip on the microphone, not letting himself look over at Barty even for a split second even if he so desperately wants to. “Not even the gods above can separate the two of us.” He ignores the anxiety that creeps up in his chest as soon as he sings those lyrics. “No, nothing can come between you and I, oh, you and I.”

“I figured it out, saw the mistakes of up and down.” Evan starts the second verse, his gaze just as focused as Dorcas’. “Meet in the middle, there's always room for common ground.”

After Evan, it’s Barty’s turn. 

“I see what it's like, I see what it's like for day and night.” Regulus hopes no one notices how his breath catches in his throat at the sound of Barty singing the song that he wrote for and about Regulus, the one that means so much to both of them. “Never together 'cause they see things in a different light like us, they never tried like us.”

When Regulus starts the chorus again, this time Barty joins as well. 

They’ve sang this part in duet a few times, but then the Management decided that it wouldn’t be exactly ideal if they kept on singing the chorus of such an intimate and romantic song together, especially when the rumours (which aren’t exactly the rumours to begin with) keep on growing bigger and bigger every single day.

All that effort Regulus put in not looking at Barty the entire performance goes directly down the drain when they reach the outro.

When Regulus glances over at his boyfriend, he finds that Barty is already looking at him.

“We could make it if we try, you and I.” They sing together, not tearing their gazes away from each other even for a second. 

Well, now Barty definitely isn’t the only one who will get scolded by the Management tonight. 

– ☆ –

crys 🐈‍⬛ (yana's wife)

did anyone else also notice all those love bites on regulus’ throat or am I too fixated on his ridiculously pretty throat?

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    no no, not only you babe, I noticed it too!!  

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        well yeah, I literally sent you a screenshot with a big circle on it, so.

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        girl. 

elin 🧜‍♀️

while crys and yana work on their unresolved sexual tension on our timelines, I’d like to bring everyone’s attention to pandora being absolutely DELIGHTED as she looked back and forth between regulus and barty. what a queen. 

maia 🐞

fabian making sure to announce that barty and regulus wrote you & I together lmao fabian prewett I know what you are (R&B shipper) 👀

q 🦝 #1 barty crouch jr. defender

the funniest part of this interview was barty literally trying to explode fabian with his mind as fab kept flirting with regulus like chill out man ain’t nobody taking him from you!!

chloe (N1 jeff buckley stan)

“not even the gods above could separate the two of us” jesus christ they're literally the most horribly kept secret in the entire history of music industry I hate them so much.

sofie aka stevie nicks supremacist 💫

one more confirmation that regulus and barty wrote the majority of their songs together. which means that they also wrote 18 together. which means that they wrote “I have loved you since we were 18, long before we both thought the same thing, to be loved and to be in love.” the band was formed when they were both 18 btw. just putting this out there. 

 ↳ “they probably mean loving the fans!!!” you missed that part where it's clear that 18 is a song about two people being in love, but okay <3

liz ☆

I have finals coming up that I should be stressing about but it’s all fine because I just watched a video of Regulus Black and Barty Crouch Jr. trying to explain how and why they wrote the most sexual song together without making it sound gay.

hans 🦌⭐️

“you two definitely need Jesus, if you ask me.” they do, fabian. they do.

e 🌸

I feel so sorry for fabian, evan, the girls and everyone else who was in the audience because the sexual tension was suffocating me through the screen. can't even imagine what it was actually like in that room with them, jesus christ.

keti (charles leclerc's version)

so… when are we going to talk about Barty calling the management “the gods above” and then in less than 5 minutes singing the lyrics “not even the gods above could separate the two of us” while trying to subtly look at regulus (and failing miserably)... because like… damn…

 ↳ oh and don’t even get me started on them staring directly at each other while singing the outro and to be more specific, while singing the lyrics “we could make it if we try, you and I.”

 ↳ crys 🐈‍⬛ (yana's wife)

    I try so hard to be respectful and not ship real people but those two motherfuckers are making it so fucking difficult. first all those matching tattoos, now this. what’s next??? separately written songs with lyric parallels after a break up???

   ↳ tash 🎸🏒

     don't speak it into the universe, are you insane???