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rosekiller shenanigans <3

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" well freak this city I'm moving to Saskatchewan"

NO CHAPPELL!!!! DON'T MOVE TO SASKATCHEWAN!!! DON'T RIDE THE CYCLONE!!!!!!!!!!

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barty sleeps like the dead so regulus and evan take advantage of it by drawing dicks on his face while hes asleep

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behead /aff

Beetlejuice from the Beetlejuice musical

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The slytherins had talked about death once. Who would die first?

It was Barty for sure. He was too reckless, always playing with fire. He was walking on the tightrope between life and death.

Then it would be Pandora. She was the crazy scientist with absolutely no care for her life. Experimenting on herself without protections, doing anything to invent more.

They couldn’t tell between Dorcas and Evan. He avoided conflict at all cost whereas she was ready to fight if needed. However, it was hard to believe anybody could defeat her.

but Regulus would surely be the last. He was careful, quiet. He wasn’t living, he was surviving. Every one of his move, of his words were calculated to stay alive. Obey his parents, follow the rules, respect the traditions.

Somehow, they had it all wrong.

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Tears were running down Evans cheeks as his body trembled. Regulus' arms wrapped tightly around him grounded him.

"Ev it'll be fine I promise."

"You know him! He's going to fucking leave me!"

His head pounded while he struggled to catch his breath. He'd been hiding from Barty for days, they had slept together when they were drunk. Evan hadn't told Barty he was asexual yet.

"No he won't, he loves you! You could literally kill him and he'd still be madly fucking inlove with you!"

Evan pulled the sleeve of his jumper over his hand to wipe off the tears streaked down his face.

"I'm fucking pathetic." He let out a pity laugh at himself, his eyes burned as he tried to stop more tears from coming.

"Shut up, you're not pathetic for having feelings Ev."

He sighed and lent his head onto Regulus' shoulder.

"I'll talk to him tonight..." His voice wavered. Regulus squeezed his shoulder.

"Good, i hate seeing you both like this."

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Regulus had went to stay in Panda's dorm that night to give them space to talk.

The door slowly creaked open as Barty's familiar loud footsteps made their way in. Evan pushed himself up from his bed, he hesitantly walked over to where Barty was standing.

"I'm sorry-"

"Ev I'm sososo sorry, I know I've fucked things up I really don't know why the fuck I thought that was a good idea when we hadn't even spoke about sex and boundaries around stuff like that yet. I'm so so sorry." Anyone else wouldn't have been able to make out a word he was saying. But Evan wasn't anyone else, he was used to Barty talking at the speed of light.

"It's fine B I know you wouldn't have done that had you not been drunk."

"That doesn't change the fact that I still did it! Drunk or not I shouldn't have done that!"

He noticed Barty scratching at his arm, it was his nervous habit. Whenever he panicked he started dragging his nails up and down his arm.

Evan threw his arms around Barty squeezing him tightly, he rested his head on Barty's shoulder.

"Im sorry I've been avoiding you. I'm not upset with you B, I was just scared..."

He relaxed as Barty ran his fingers through his hair, it was good to finally be in his arms again after days of not so much as speaking to each other.

"Of what? You know you can tell me anything Rosie."

"I'm asexual. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking, I've never wanted to have sex so I have no idea why I did that. I was scared to tell you incase you left me cause I'm some weirdo who doesn't wanna have sex."

Barty froze the second he heard that he was scared he would leave, the last thing he would ever do is leave Evan over something so small.

"I seriously have no clue where you got the idea that I would leave you from Ev. I'm not going anywhere. I don't care about having sex, I just want to be with you. I'm so sorry I made you feel like you couldn't tell me. I love you so much Rosie I could never leave you, especially over you being asexual, it doesn't change anything."

Evan nearly broke down crying at how sweet Barty was to him, this was the exact moment he knew he was going to marry Barty Crouch Jr. He couldn't ever live without him.

I love asexual Evan sm. Wrote him coming out to Barty in honor of me telling my two best friends that I'm asexual a couple days ago <3

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"I asked ChatGPT" ok well I asked Regulus Black and he said "To the Dark Lord - I know I will be dead long before you read this, but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more. - R.A.B"

(inspired by @kinda-wanna-kiss-your-gf

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Reblog to give mutuals a break from whatever they're been going through

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This came up on my Pinterest this morning...

The first thing I thought when I saw it was "this is exactly what Evan sees when he wakes up in the middle of the night" AND YOU CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND.

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This is so random and I just thought of this, but...

Headcanon that when they were younger, Barty had a Polaroid camera and would take random photos of Evan. When he was sleeping, eating, talking to someone, in class. Anywhere, anytime, all over Hogwarts. Evan found it stupid, "why do you need that many photos of me doing stupid shit, Barty?" But Barty saved all of them.

Then they got older and after Evan died, Barty found the photos in a box, dozens of Polaroid pictures of his dead love. That night he curled up on the floor and looked through all of the photos, just crying his heart out. After Evan's death, Barty always carried this one specific photo on him, all the time. It was a photo of him sleeping, a moment when Evan was most at peace.

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goodbye - @rosekillermicrofic - wc: 710 - CW: drug addiction

The living room light was flickering again.

Evan leaned against the doorframe, blinking at the dull orange glow dancing across Barty's face. He was cross-legged on the floor, a cigarette burning low between his fingers, and a half-used lighter resting on his knee like a fragile offering.

“You gonna fix that bulb?” Evan asked, voice hoarse from sleep or smoke—he couldn’t tell anymore.

Barty didn't look up. “I like it. Looks like the sun’s trying to break through something.”

“You haven’t seen the sun in three days.”

Silence. Just the sound of a bottle cap rolling off the table.

Evan stepped closer, pushing aside the mess—pill packets, ashtrays, empty wrappers—until he could sink down next to Barty. He reached out to take the cigarette, but Barty pulled it away, almost playfully.

“Get your own,” Barty mumbled.

Evan exhaled hard through his nose. “You shouldn’t be smoking with all the shit already in your system.”

Barty finally looked at him. Those bloodshot eyes, ringed in smudged eyeliner from God knows how many days ago. “Neither should you,” he said simply, as if that balanced the scales.

They sat there in quiet limbo. Evan’s knee pressed against Barty’s. The smell of stale weed and something sour hanging heavy in the air. The TV was on mute, playing reruns of a cartoon they used to love when they were younger, cleaner, less ruined.

“I had a dream last night,” Barty said suddenly, eyes glazed over. “You were on a train. One of those old ones. You had a suitcase, and I didn’t. You didn’t say goodbye. You just smiled and waved like we were gonna see each other next week. But I knew.”

“Knew what?”

“That it was the last time.” Barty stubbed out the cigarette on a paper plate. “Do you ever think about the last time you’d say goodbye to someone?”

Evan’s breath caught in his throat. Not at the question—but at the weight of it.

He’d thought about it a lot lately. Wondered if the last time he left Barty alone with his high and his thoughts and his mess, it might actually be the last time. He didn’t say anything, because if he said yes, it might make it real.

Barty laughed softly. “You do. I can see it in your face.”

“You’re fucked up,” Evan said, voice cracking. Not cruelly. Just truthfully.

“Always,” Barty said, and leaned his head against Evan’s shoulder. “But I’m your fucked up.”

And that was the worst part. Because he was.

They had tried—tried so fucking hard—to get better. Detox, cold turkey, NA meetings. Barty always relapsed. Evan always followed. Not because he was as far gone, but because Barty didn’t know how to do it alone, and Evan didn’t know how to leave him.

But he was thinking about it now.

Evan closed his eyes, letting his head fall back against the wall. “You scared me yesterday.”

Barty didn’t ask what he meant. He knew.

“You were on the floor. Unconscious. You weren’t breathing right.” Evan swallowed thickly. “I didn’t know if I should call the ambulance or just hold you and wait.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I did.” Evan let out a bitter laugh. “I just—I hesitated.”

That seemed to hurt Barty more than any slap could. “You think I’m a lost cause.”

Evan didn't answer. The truth sat between them, unspoken but loud.

“I don’t want to be the reason you die,” Barty said quietly.

“Then don’t make me watch you die.”

That silence again. The one that only ever ended with someone crying or someone slamming the door.

Tonight, it was the former.

Barty reached out, fingers trembling as they brushed Evan’s. “Stay. Just tonight.”

Evan should’ve said no. Should’ve stood up, packed a bag, walked out, drawn a line. But the thing about addicts was—they were good at hurting each other just enough to make the apologies taste sweet.

So Evan laced their fingers together.

“Just tonight,” he whispered.

Barty smiled, and it broke Evan in two. Because that smile—too thin, too sad—was the same one from the dream.

And Evan knew.

One day soon, it would be the last goodbye.

And Barty wouldn’t be there to say it.

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'Goodbye' - RoseKiller Microfic - @rosekillermicrofic - 476 words

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"I know it's technically against the rules, but I think that if we use a classroom and say that we're studying, it would be fine," Barty continued, not looking at Evan.

Evan just nodded, leading the other boy into their dorm. Barty continued his nervous rambling all the way up until they sat down on his bed - and maybe that was Evan's fault. Maybe he could have come up with something a little nicer than 'We're going to talk about this now.'

In his defense, Barty was really good at avoiding conversations he didn't want to have.

"-so we take the squirrel, and we make sure Reg is in James's room that night -"

"Barty."

Barty fell silent, eyes on his lap. "Don't think it'll work?"

"I don't think that's what we should talk about," Evan replied.

Barty's tone was almost calm. "Terrible word, should. I'm not really a fan."

"I know." Evan took a deep breath. "But we need to do this. And - can you look at me, please?"

It took a second, but Barty moved, lifting his head to look in Evan's direction.

It wasn't exactly what he'd wanted, but Evan decided he'd take it. At least Barty had come with him. That was something.

"I really value our friendship," Evan started, reciting the speech he'd practiced. "And I don't want to put that in jeopardy, but I can't ignore what's been happening lately. You've been acting weird -"

"I'm always weird," Barty interrupted, one hand gripping the edge of the mattress.

"Weirder than usual," Evan amended. "And I think we both know why. But it's not fair to assume you'll bring it up or feel comfortable thinking it's one-sided -"

"This is a really weird goodbye speech," Barty interrupted again. He put on a forced smile. "I can do it better, actually, here - you've noticed that I'm - that I - I - "

Evan panicked. "I like you."

"Yes - that I like you," Barty said quickly. "And it's freaked you out, so you want me to leave for a while until it's stopped, and that's fine -"

"No, I like you," Evan repeated, but it didn't seem like Barty heard him.

"-really, no hard feelings, I get it -"

"Barty!" Evan reached out and shook his shoulder. Barty's eyes snapped to him in shock, and Evan took his chance. "I like you. I want to kiss you. I'm half in love with you. That's what I wanted to talk about."

Barty stared at him for a moment.

Then - slowly, like he was testing out the words - "You like me."

"Yes," Evan confirmed.

"And...I like you," Barty continued, looking a bit uncertain.

"Can't exactly speak for you," Evan replied. "But after all that, I'd hope so."

"Right." Barty paused, clearly thinking it over. Then, all at once, he grinned. "We should snog, then, yeah?"

Evan laughed, but quickly got on board. "Yeah."

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Under the Covers (Waiting for Spring) - @ajthecrayon - requested rosestarkiller

The flat was too quiet.

Barty noticed it first, stepping in behind Evan with his hoodie still pulled halfway up over his head, earbuds slung around his neck. The air inside was still, undisturbed, the kind of quiet that creeps beneath your skin and makes you whisper without realizing it.

Evan didn’t speak, just paused in the threshold with his keys dangling in hand. He glanced at the couch—untouched. No stray cup of tea left on the side table, no faint scent of Regulus’ perfume, no book cracked open and dog-eared at the midpoint. Just silence. And absence.

Barty caught Evan’s eye. They didn’t need words. The look between them said everything.

He’s not okay today.

Barty’s fingers brushed the wall as they padded softly down the hallway. Regulus’ door was shut. Not a rarity in itself, but the fact that it had remained shut all day, paired with the untouched stillness of the flat, told them more than any text ever could.

Evan reached the doorknob first, hesitating. He gave a soft knock—more ritual than request. Barty watched him with his hands in his hoodie pocket, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet like he was preparing for something more painful than just a quiet room.

The door creaked as Evan pushed it open.

Inside, Regulus was curled under the covers, duvet pulled all the way up to his ears, the only sign of life the dark curls peeking out from beneath the pile. The curtains were drawn, casting the room in blue-grey shadows.

Barty exhaled slowly.

Evan stepped in first, voice soft. “Reg?”

There was a long pause. Then a quiet, muffled sound from beneath the covers—barely audible.

“I didn’t mean to sleep all day,” Regulus finally said, voice hoarse, as if dragged reluctantly from silence.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Evan murmured, already toeing off his shoes. “Just missed you.”

Barty didn’t bother undressing—he just shrugged off his hoodie and dropped it onto the floor before crawling onto the other side of the bed.

“Did you eat?” he asked, blunt but not unkind.

“No,” Regulus said into the duvet. “Didn’t feel like moving.”

Barty nodded, wrapping an arm around the mound that was Regulus. “Thought so. You want us to bring you something?”

“No,” came the whispered reply, and Barty felt the bed shift as Regulus inched backward, closer to him.

Evan was already sliding under the covers on the other side, one hand coming up to card gently through Regulus’ hair.

“I think it’s just... one of those days,” Regulus murmured, barely audible between them. “Where everything feels like it takes too much energy. Even breathing.”

Evan kissed the top of his head, slow and deliberate. “You don’t have to explain, mon cœur. We’ve got you.”

Barty snorted, tightening his grip around Regulus’ waist. “You could’ve at least sent a sad emoji or something. We would’ve come home earlier.”

Regulus gave a weak huff—something close to a laugh, and something closer to relief. “Didn’t want to bother you.”

“Reg,” Evan whispered, pulling Regulus’ cold hand into his own. “You are the reason we work. We worry because we love you.”

Regulus blinked, slowly surfacing, finally letting his head emerge from under the duvet. His face was pale and puffy around the eyes, like he hadn’t cried but had considered it too long. “I didn’t want to feel like this again,” he confessed quietly. “It comes in waves and I thought I was past this one.”

Barty leaned forward, resting his forehead against Regulus’. “You don’t have to beat it alone. That’s what having boyfriends is for.”

“And your boyfriends happen to be ridiculously hot,” Evan added, smirking softly as he tucked the duvet tighter around them.

“Ruin the moment,” Barty muttered with no real heat, his thumb now brushing gently over Regulus’ hip through the blanket.

“I’m serious,” Evan murmured. “We’ll stay right here. All night if we need to. We’ll even order your weird lentil soup if it helps.”

Regulus didn’t say anything, just let his eyes flutter closed, safe between them. His breath evened out, softer now. A fragile peace settling in his chest.

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may i see some qpr rosekiller? maybe w/ aro(-spec) evan/barty?

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Yup, love them like that, it's like they're destined to be soulmates one way or another and it's just amazing <3 also sorry this took a while sigh

Barty doesn't know why he feels so good with Evan. It's been like this since they met, always drawn to each other, orbiting without knowing why or how.

He thinks this is what love feels like. What they talk about in those sappy muggle movies he's seen. Maybe this is what everyone around him is obsessed with. Finding someone so special you'd do anything for them, someone you know would do the same for you.

He still doesn't feel it. There's all the things that are supposed to be, but he doesn't feel the love.

It still works for them, he thinks. They haven't talked properly about it but there seems to be a mutual understanding. They sleep on the same bed, but don't have sex. They kiss each other's cheeks, but never on the lips. There are limits they haven't talked about but they haven't crossed either.

It's peaceful as it is. They have fun, and say they're together even if they're not really because why would they want anyone else? This is all they need.