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brick - @rosekillermicrofic - wc: 568

Barty was draped across Evan like a weighted blanket with ADHD. His limbs hung haphazardly—one leg between Evan's knees, the other kicked up against the armrest, one arm under Evan’s back like a trap, and the other flopped dramatically across his chest. His chin was wedged somewhere between Evan’s shoulder and jaw, making his lazy, mumbled commentary impossible to ignore.

Evan, for his part, was valiantly trying to focus on the episode of Love Island: Albania playing on their grainy TV screen, one hand absentmindedly playing with Barty’s hair.

It had been a long week. Evan wanted garbage romance, petty drama, and fake tans. Barty wanted chaos. As usual.

“If I threw a brick off a building,” Barty began, voice muffled by Evan’s collarbone, “how high would it have to be to actually hurt someone?”

Evan blinked. Didn't turn his head. Didn't move his hand from Barty’s scalp. “Are we talking emotional damage or physical?”

Barty perked up like a cat spotting prey. “I’m being serious.”

“That’s what worries me.”

Barty groaned, dragging his fingers down Evan’s chest dramatically like a dying Victorian maiden. “Hypothetical, Evan. Hypothetical. I'm just wondering about the physics. You know, terminal velocity, impact force, et cetera.”

“God, you are such a turn-on,” Evan deadpanned.

Barty grinned into his neck. “Don’t patronize me. This is important science.”

Evan finally looked at him. “You are not throwing a brick off any building.”

“Yet.”

“No,” Evan said firmly, grabbing the remote and raising the volume like that would drown Barty out. It didn’t. Nothing ever did.

“But if I were to—say, from a parking garage. Five stories? That might do some solid damage, right? Like a mild concussion. Six stories, maybe a fractured skull.”

“You need therapy.”

“I have you.”

“I am not your therapist, B.”

“You let me lay on you like one.”

“You’re warm.”

Barty smirked and poked Evan’s side. “You like me.”

“I tolerate you,” Evan muttered, but his hand kept scratching gently behind Barty’s ear.

They fell into a temporary silence—Evan caught a snippet of one of the reality show contestants crying over someone stealing her fake eyelashes. Barty shifted to get more comfortable, managing to elbow Evan directly in the ribs.

“Okay,” Barty said again. “So let’s say someone deserved it. I’m talking, like, line-cutting at the bakery level crime. How many floors is morally acceptable for a brick?”

Evan slowly turned to look at him, expression blank. “Are you trying to become a physics problem in a high school textbook?”

Barty grinned. “Maybe I already am one.”

“You’re definitely a problem.”

“And yet, you still let me sleep in your bed.”

Evan smirked, finally muting the TV and turning to fully face him. “Because unfortunately, they haven’t invented a tranquilizer for whatever the hell this is,” he said, gesturing broadly at Barty's body, his thoughts, his entire being.

Barty batted his lashes. “You love it.”

Evan rolled his eyes but tugged Barty’s face closer with two fingers under his chin. “Yeah,” he sighed. “I do.”

Barty melted under the attention, momentarily silent. Evan kissed him once, soft and lingering, then pressed their foreheads together.

“And just for the record,” Evan added quietly, “it’d only take about five stories. But we’re not testing that. Ever.”

Barty grinned again, a little feral now. “You looked it up, didn’t you?”

“Shut up.”

“You love me.”

“I will brick you myself.”

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GIR DAD ROSEKILLER MY BELOVEDS

Barty and Evan are girl dads through and through.

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STOP 😭 GIRL DAD ROSEKILLER HAS MY HEART

Evan going up to the attic of the home he raised his little girl in years after she’s all grownup and finds an old box filled with a little tea set that his daughter used to play with.

He’s immediately brought to tears at the sight, which is rare for Evan because he doesn’t cry easily. After that, he proceeds to look through other boxes that practically littered the attic floor and is overwhelmed by the memories.

Maybe an hour or so later, Barty comes up and finds his husband sobbing over a hippogriff plushie that used to be their daughter’s favorite toy. His heart just melts…

“My baby is all grown up,” Evan manages to say in between choked sobs. He cradles the plushie in his arms, rocking it back and forth in the same manner he would whenever his daughter needed to be soothed from a nightmare as a child.

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rosekiller is this you

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this is the regulus black i know and love 😞🫶

wanna know what i like?

i like gentle regulus black. i like warm, sweet, kind, animal-loving regulus black. i like regulus black who loves so openly even after sirius left. i like regulus black who isn’t easy to love, but easily loves. i like regulus black who smiles and laughs when he means it and frowns and grimaces when he means it. i like regulus black who wears his heart on his sleeves, but under layers of warm sweaters and thin long sleeves.

i like regulus black who spends hours in the hogwarts kitchen talking and laughing with the elves, describing things that have happened outside of hogwarts and even drawing them clothing he knows they’ll never receive. i like regulus black who spends hours listening to kreacher’s thousands of years of life, slowly falling asleep next to kreacher on the floor of his bedroom. i like regulus black who promises to free kreacher when he can, but dies before he can do so (but kreacher knows if he could’ve, he would’ve. kreacher knows that the child he helped raise would’ve freed him if his life hadn’t been ripped away from him. he knows his baby would’ve given his life for him, and in a way, he did.)

i like regulus black who snorts when he laughs. i like regulus black who not-so-secretly loves a good romance novel. i like regulus black who blushes openly and stumbles over his words, even when he’s normally so eloquent. i like regulus black who messes up, but understands it’s okay because siri and kreacher told him it was.

i like regulus black who feels. i like regulus black who loves and yearns for his brother.

i love dark and broody regulus black because who doesn’t? but i think him being warm and gentle underneath all of those layers of protection is what makes him human, and all we do in this fandom is humanize our beloved characters.

plus, he’s a teenager. he’s not gonna be stoic and emo all the time guys. 💔

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why did you invite me to your wedding by Kevin Atwater but it’s Evan from ‘Im Not Gonna Teach Him How To Dance” by greensenne (IK IT’S NOT THE SAME SCENARIO BUT WITH ENOUGH IMAGINATION IT COULD BE)

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Girl Crush by Little Big Town but it’s just Evan wishing he was more like Regulus so Barty would like him (too? starosekiller anyone?)

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i knew today was going too well 😐

no thoughts, just imagining the earth-shaking, gut-wrenching, heart destroying scream that evan rosier let out as he watched the love of his life get ripped away from him for the second time. watching as barty took the dementor’s kiss, and knowing they’d never be together again—not even in the afterlife

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sirius “how can we go back to being friends, when we just shared a bed” black

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remus “how can you look at me and pretend, I'm someone you've never met” lupin

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Sirius Black is left handed

Remus first learns this when they are sitting with their hands interlocked doing work and Sirius just casually writes his essay with his left hand because his right is holding Remus’

And Remus is shocked because how has he never noticed??

And he’s not writing in his perfect Black cursive, his handwriting with his left hand is a lot messier, a lot more ‘him’

But the next day he is taking notes in class with his right hand and the perfect handwriting is back and Remus is so confused

So he finally asks Sirius about it and he tells him about how he was born a leftie

But his parents couldn’t have a defected heir, so they forced him to learn with his right hand

So now he can write pretty well with both but just defaults to the right because that’s what he’s always done

And Remus just decides at every opportunity to sit on Sirius’ right and hold his hand so he has to write with his left

Because it’s so beautiful and true and him

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i think all marauders fans should take every character as their own little doll to customize and play with and project on to and everyone’s should be different. it should be like your avatar in a game or something that u get to show off to mutual fans like ‘mine looks like this :3 urs looks like that?? omg thats so fun’ like they should work like OCs. we are all just playing pretend here and i think we should embrace that

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i’m finally watching the rest of the descendants films and

ngl the vibes of that dude who’s captain hook’s son are the exact levels of devoted and unhinged that every barty crouch jr variant should have

100/10 honestly

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jegulus size difference so james can manhadle regulus however he wants when they are having their freaky time? absolutely

but also! jegulus size difference so whenever james hugs regulus he completely engulfs him, not even a bit of him visible? fuck yeah.

i rest my case.

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Regulus: You're the kindest and goodest person I know.

James: Goodest? That's not a word. The superlative of good is best.

Regulus: Yes, but I don't mean that you're the best person in the world - though in my book, you might be - I mean that you're good. You're a good person and of all of them, you're the most good.

James: ...

James: You break grammar rules for me?

James: You really love me !

Regulus, smiling softly: I do.

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barty's art journey actually started when he saw remus writing with a pen instead of a quill and he borrowed one and suddenly all of his friends have drawings on their arms. pandora wanted it to be on her skin longer so they thought of a charm to make it last for weeks. remus got his mum to send more pens of varying colours, even the glittery ones. in the next years, barty would venture to sculptures and tattoos and pottery too. he's just a very artistic person.

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evan rosier my beloved

Evan Rosier- he always appears to be 'oh so bored' with everything, he makes people uneasy by his lack of acknowledgment or care and even the best of teachers stutter by the empty look. He'll throw a puch or two but most of the time he doesn't bother, he'll walk around hogwards at night not for some aesthetic bullshit but bc he's insomniac, he'd have the prettiest eyelashes and the biggest circles under his eyes. He gets bored by people being predictive (that's why he and Barty are far beyond best friends, dating, soulmates, fucking menaces ) would excel at care for magical creatures but he'd hide it bc ya know Slytherins, would be really bad at remembering names and birthdays (even his own) but once he memorieses it he never forgets. Doesn't enjoy reading and finds philosophy posh and bunch of -smart- ass -quotes -of -a -madman, would enjoy horror stories and bit of sci-fi I think, he'd either get black tea or coffee and would wear eyeliner from time to time to piss off people

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Barty: If two men=gay, then 2 men/2 = 1 man, and gay/2 = 1/2, and if two women=gay, then 2 women/2 = 1 woman, and gay/2 = 1/2 gay, and a straight couple is a woman and a man, so 1/2 gay + 1/2 gay, which equals gay. Evan: Barty: Straight people are gay.