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He was sure it was only a matter of time until he had to face the music for his actions. The Order had been capturing Death Eater’s like spattergroit. In one of the more recent battle Evan had been disarmed and unmasked, dragged into Azkaban laughing like a crazy madman. He had never been so close to a Dementor in his life, the chill of their presence starting to seep into his heart and soul, chilling him to the core. But still he had somehow managed to keep his head up. 

A few days in a guard came to subdue and transfer him, offering zero information until he woke up in a dark cellar with bars on the door. He had refused to speak, waiting for the inevitable torture measures Mad Eye was rumored to enforce. But none came. Evan felt like a caged animal. Being put in such a vulnerable and submissive permission did little to humble the Death Eater. It simply caused him to grow if possible, more sarcastic and uncooperative. 

His eyes zeroed in on the figures of Cass and Amos as they approached, eyeing their close proximity. The way Amos carried himself so haughtily, shoulders and back up. Evan’s head lolled against the wall behind him, swallowing his parched throat from calling out. “Ooh, love birds at twelve’o’clock.” His ex fiancee had always had a thing for the half blood. “What can I do for you? Surely you didn’t just come here to gloat.” He smirked. “My skills, huh? Tell me what skills you’re interested in. Not sure I’ll be willing to share. I’m quite gifted with my knife work, though, ask Cass.”

wicked game | cass & evan

AU TIMELINE – 1979

“You didn’t have to come. I know how difficult it must be,” Amos mentioned as they walked through the halls of the ministry. They’d transported Evan from Azkaban to question him further. Cassandra gently squeezed his hand as a form of silent reassurance. Of course her heart beat like crazy, but she’d already been through far too much to back off now. The pain, the abuse, the missed opportunities and then the one she actually took – all leading her to this moment. She’d left on April 1st without saying anything to her family nor her friends. From that Amos and her immediately formed a connection, a relationship, which had lasted for the past few months and didn’t seem to end, even though Cassandra had thought it would. 

But this wasn’t the time, nor the right place, to really dig deep into that, not with Evan just one heavy door away. “He’s awake? He’s eating?” Cassandra asked absentmindedly while watching him from in between the bars. “Yes, one of the Order members murmured whose name she’d never really cared for. Some of them still didn’t trust her, yet she’d done nothing but help them in their efforts. “Oh, how much I’d wanted you to be dead just a few months ago, but now all I see is a broken man,” Cassandra hissed, but her previous concerns had outweighed her hissing words, as did her worry for him. The cell suddenly opened and both Cassandra and Amos entered, as well as two other guards to protect them if needed. “For the first time in your existence your skills will be used for something good,” Amos started, but Cassandra intervened “we’re here to propose a deal. I have arranged everything for you. All you need to do is listen.” @evanrosierx​

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Cassandra huffed at his comment. Did he really turn over a new leaf? She’d thought herself to be only hallucinating, as if his words weren’t real, maybe only to calm her down. Disbelief was all she took away from his words. Yet, to a woman who had nothing more left to lose than her newfound freedom, Cassandra so easily escaped her clothes and walked up the stairs in an attempt to surprise him, catch him off-guard. What better weapon than her body and words to plead her cause and have him remaining unarmed? The witch sighed at his words “you said ‘make yourself at home’ and that’s exactly what I’m doing. This is supposed to be our mansion, remember?” She brushed her hair behind her shoulders as she finally arrived at the bathroom, slowly getting rid of her slip as she entered.

“I thought you wanted me to be less afraid of you, so now’s your chance to really win me over again. Don’t be shy, I usually don’t bite.” Cassandra teased. As if she’d been stung too many times to really care anymore, as if all the humiliation had taught her to approach every moment with cynicism and no shame whatsoever. Evan didn’t do much to help, either, as his mere presence forced her into a state of aggression or fear – enough with backing away, she had to approach him with all she had, all at once. She turned on the water, but waited for him to join her. “No games, no rules. We’ve been playing this sick game for one bloody year. It’s time to stop, forfeit.”

Secretly he admired the way she always found new ways to seize a moment in her hands and twist it into different angles. She was cunning alright in a sexy way that made him unable to resist her. Like a naive boy drunk on love potion Evan followed her down the hallway at a leisurely pace. “I thought you wanted me to be less afraid of you,” He did.  “No games, no rules.” He watched as she began to remove her wardrobe. “Fine.” Voice airy and light, he took a step into the bathroom with her and began to unbutton the blood stained shirt. Green eyes followed her movements carefully like a snake as she started the water. From his back pocket he pulled out his wand and slowly, deliberately placed it on the marble counter without breaking her gaze.

His shirt hit the floor and he was standing in just his trousers, watching for her next move. He put his hands up to imitate surrender. “I’m unarmed. It’s just you and me.” His hands fell to the button of his pants as  he undid and dropped them, stepping out.. Then came his underwear. Maybe the water would be cold enough to stop his arousal from becoming even more prominent. Either way he found he didn’t care. They were going to be open, vulnerable and exposed together. All cards laid out for each of them to see. “Shall we get in the water then?’

i know why the caged bird sings | evan & cass

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The context of Evan’s comparison was devoid of logic. She’d felt the wrath of another executioner before, so Walden’s punishment, even if unwanted, seemed nothing new at all. “So am I not at the mercy of yet another executioner right now?” Cassandra asked bluntly, tilting her head in the process. However, he already asked further, about her reputation. She’d have to talk to him somewhere less open and dangerous. Just mentioning him would surely get him heated up again. Fine, then. 

Evan moved on already, gesturing around himself and Cassandra was reminded of their union and the ring on her finger. Before the wedding she’d been forced to leave almost everything of herself within the Rosier mansion, so she’d be able to live there after their honeymoon to further consummate their marriage. The few decorations of hers, the dresses in his room, family heirlooms and even her pets were already roaming around the large mansion. “Fine, we can talk there.” She unbuttoned her skirt, stepped out of it and got rid of her blouse while walking past him. She started to walk upstairs towards the bathroom as her bra fell towards the floor just close to him. “Hurry up”

“No you’re not at the mercy of anyone anymore, Cass.” He wanted to make that clear. He was done this ‘game’ they had been playing, or rather the one he had been forcing on her for months now. He just wanted a break from her to clean up and then return to the conversation. Maybe give her a chance to cool down. It was clear they had a lot to discuss and catch up on and Evan craved being clean. He hated feeling dirty. But he couldn’t resist throwing her a taunt, expecting her to respond with sarcasm or at least an eye roll. Something to ground them and return to the way it was between them. 

The last thing Evan expected was for her to accept his false offer, waltzing past him with an air of a woman who owned the place. Talk in... the shower? What was this, some kind of trap? As her blouse came floating down to his feet, he understood that she was dead serious. He traipsed after her like a ghost, hesitant and disbelieving. “Um...” He hadn’t really had the chance to admire her figure before until now. Despite the ugly bruises clinging to her ankles, and sprinkled across her neck her skin was flawless. He could already feel his throat tighten and his heart rate elevate. “I wasn’t serious, Cass.” How was she so beautiful? 

i know why the caged bird sings | evan & cass

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They’ always butt heads, would they? Not that it always has been like that, no, not at all. In Hogwarts she hadn’t met anyone she really liked, more, than Evan. Like they were two sides of the same coin – deception and talent, passion and darkness. She still remembered the days they’d spent together studying, the holidays with their families already hinting at a possible marriage and her stupid, embarrassing giggle afterwards, knowing she was already dating and in love with Evan. Now, too much had changed and whenever she thought about the past it drove a shiver down her spine. “Are you trying to insult me with that? I am as cunning, even more so, than all the other Slytherins we know. Don’t start,” Cassandra hissed. The witch felt her former fear of him getting weaker and weaker as time past and other enemies started to gain in – respect, for lack of a better word. 

“I don’t care if no one else decided to actually act upon those feelings of wanting to do better, of wanting to be different. No one did, that’s the whole point. I am still myself and I didn’t take you all for granted, I didn’t take my privilege for granted, either. I fancied him, got it?!” Cassandra snapped, crying silently as she did “I was blinded by his affection after all the darkness around me, all the hatred. I was wrong, you won. Happy now?” It did sound almost like her begging for him to stop, but she did mean it. “I don’t care who would eventually free me. I was cursed and alone. They don’t trust me, for good reason.” Cassandra wiped away some of the tears and sighed deeply, her breath shaky as she did. “You were enough. Once. Now, after our break up, we’ve done nothing but hurt each other. So, what do you suggest?” Cassandra’s fingers trembled. “You know I’m more than they’ll ever want me to be, Evan. You, too.”

He had known better to expect she would be anything that resembled grateful for his sacrifice to get her home. Lately she had just been a constant thorn in his side. A thorn he could never bring himself to rip out. “Oh by all means, would you have rather been left to withstand more of the executioner’s wrath?” Not that she had not experienced his own first hand before. Something she said made him pause, brows furrowing. “Why don’t they trust you?” For ‘good ‘reason’, she said. Clearly he was missing a key part of the calculation and he needed to be brought up to speed. But first, he needed a shower. His hands were still stained with blood. And he smelled.

“Wait here. I need to shower. Make yourself at home.” He said with a sweeping hand gesture around the furnishings. He scoffed at that last bit, because for all intents and purposes this was still her home. But he knew she didn’t see it that way. “I’ll be back and then you’ll explain this.” He paused before looking back at her, a soft smirk on his face. “Unless you’d like to join.” 

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Cassandra felt her hands trembling, so she instinctively held her fingers to calm them. No use, his mere presence forced the witch into a state of shock. His outfit, the way Walden’s blood painted his white shirt red – a real executioner, one who didn’t care much about how they looked like after the kill. They had to get the job done, nothing else mattered. And yet, there was a fire inside of Evan she could only interpret as anger, aggression for all the right reasons. Walden took something that had formerly belonged to him, completely, utterly. Cassandra’s eyes scanned her surroundings, always look back towards him. She moved through the room with careful steps just to get some distance between them. Slender fingers still shook even after trying to control it and tears started to run down her cheeks. Yet, Cassandra didn’t flinch and let them run, ignoring the tears as best as possible while keeping a stoic expression.

“What’s wrong with wanting a different life? A better life? You know I had my fancies and dreams, none of which I would’ve fulfilled among pureblood tyranny.” Her body stiffened and she could hear herself breathing, strong and intense to remain as calm as possible. “This isn’t who I want to be. A Death Eater, an obedient wife just made to bear children, no,” she shook her head “Don’t make me go,” another pause “Please,” Cassandra tensed her jaw. She’d since then stopped trying to remove her ring. Its curse still stopped Cassandra from removing the ring completely, as well as her own thoughts now almost cherishing the piece of expensive metal around her finger. “All the pain was worth it in the end. At least I tried, I didn’t give up on my dreams and turned into a rigid, spineless and naive wife caught up between motherhood and looking pretty.” Cassandra sighed deeply, her eyes now remained fixed onto him, as if meeting his gaze wasn’t terrifying anymore, besides: she had to prove a point now. “You want to know why I ran? No one had ever loved me like you did and after you’d punished me I had no one to equal this sort of affection, no one, but Amos. It was my choice, for once, not anyone else’s. I thought I could replicate that kind of love – I couldn’t.”

For as long as he had known Cassandra, he had known she was different than the other Slytherin girls. Perhaps that was what had drawn him to her in the beginning. “You know sometimes I question if you were placed in the right house.” He breathed, studying her over and in that moment it felt like he was finally seeing her, all of her, for her truth. The bruises were still visible all over her skin, but the light, the fire in her eyes burned bright. He was glad that she wasn’t of course, because then she would have been completely off limit, like Amelia. “But if you hadn’t been, we never would have met, nor dated. I would have had no one after I lost my mother.” 

He didn’t speak of it often, choosing to bury that subject deep. He had barely turned thirteen when she had died and the darkness had soon consumed him thereafter. But Cass had been a source of light for him, a bit of comfort. Her hands against his chest in the dead of night warmed him when the fire went out. As she continued to explain her desire for a better life, he once again shook his head at her, feeling a familiar anger rising. “You are completely and utterly the  most selfish woman I have ever met. Do you honestly think that everyone else is devoid of that same wish? Don’t you think that maybe it’s not so much a desire as it is a choice that I make, every single fucking day?” Somewhere in the crossfire the we’s became I’s. “It’s a choice, Cass. If every single one of us just decided to be selfish like you, then who would be left? I recommend you start trying to fix your perspective on how you seem to think a pure blood Death Eater witch should behave. Maybe change the status quo. Put that fire towards a different cause, carve out your own identity, instead of abandoning everything you know.”

The fact that she basically told him he had driven her into the arms of Amos a second time was probably the last thing he needed to hear. It wounded his ego even more than it already was. “You thought that the half blood scum could replicate my love for you? Honestly Cass, are you trying to hurt me?!” Between Hogwarts and now she had hurt him again and again. He could barely take another round. “So did you? Were you successful? Would you rather he have killed your captor and rescued you instead? I bet you fuckin’ do.Because nothing I do will ever be enough for you. Admit it, you judge me. You judge all of us. I bet you even think you’re better than me.”

i know why the caged bird sings | evan & cass

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“I promised to keep you safe from harm, haven’t I?” Rodolphus asked her with a hint of mischief hidden, poison. Of course a lawyer, let alone the Minister for Magic, had his ways to twist words and his actions to fully keep himself out of trouble. He made the rules, his possibilities were endless. Cassandra nodded, simply because she had no other chance but to agree, for now. The back of his hand softly caressed her cheek and she could feel herself grabbing the edge of the table behind her. The tension within his office started to increase. Of course she’d always believed for Rodolphus to seek pleasure somewhere else, knowing that his own wife was nothing but a lunatic and too much weight rested on his shoulders, begging for some sort of release. Having Cassandra as the secretary seemed almost too convenient, just a cliche waiting to be played out. “Safe from the Dark Lord, of course. You are here to stop being such a nuisance to us all, so I can keep you here under my control.” One of his hands wrapped around her throat, putting pressure against her skin just enough to choke her slightly. “I know your weaknesses,” how pathetic. Cassandra panted slightly, tried to remain as calm as possible. “Pathetic,” the witch hissed, but her revolt ended in him choking her more violent now. “I’ve got a meeting in ten minutes. You’re lucky this time,” he breathed against her ear, while his other hand wandered down, almost all the way towards her skirt, before letting go completely. 

Cassandra left immediately without looking back. Suddenly, a weight was lifted off her shoulders, the thoughts of Walden left her, as if her previous submissive attitude towards him was nothing but fabricated. And yes, it was. “Cass,” Cassius nodded towards one of the floo powder exits after she’d finally escaped the Minister’s rooms. “Just follow me, alright? He’s waiting.” 

Without uttering a word Cassandra followed, completely unsure where to go right now. With the compulsion lifted she could still feel a bit lost in her surroundings and it would take her a minute to fully regain her full consciousness. She let herself be guided out of the Ministry and even let him apparate with her, but then– upon seeing the Rosier manor Cassandra felt her heart beating fast and her steps becoming longer. 

She waited, what felt like forever, for him to arrive. Nails dug deep into her skin, almost piercing through it. Cassandra struggled with her own thoughts, of how men had their fun with her and she remained so, so weak. She could kill and torture others just fine, yet they loved to mentally drain her, to use her as a puppet. Then, a gush of wind and the door opened. Cassandra stood up immediately, her eyes hooded and unsure if she should really look at him or not. Despite her previous attempts to avoid him completely, she bit her lip, then stared, just to finally get rid of some of her fear. “You can leave now, thank you.” Cassius left in a hurry, sensing the tension arising between them. “He will kill you for killing a fellow Death Eater and executioner. I hope you know that,” Cassandra exhaled sharply, hoping to get rid of her anger, but no use. Cassandra had several bruises on her neck, arms and legs from some of the chains and hands pinning her down. Walden forbade her to heal them, so she’d walked around with a scarf or anything hiding them. Standing on weak legs, the witch tried to get out more words, more anger, to let him know just how much she hated him. “I’m not going anywhere with you.” She tried to pull off her engagement ring “I’m not going to thank you. There’s no difference between the two of you.”

Evan slammed the door upon entering, loosening his shirt collar as he walked. He’d washed his hands but they were still stained red. Specks of it were on his shirt still. It was probably ruined. Collateral damage.He nodded and thanked Cassius before turning his attention on his ex fiancee.  “Well would you look what the cat dragged in,” Evan taunted, though the usual slickness to his voice was no longer there and the show he had been putting on in her company was running low. Truthfully he was just relieved to see her in one piece. He had worried for her, and rightfully so. Green eyes scanned over her body, citing the bruises and marks littered across her body from the abuse and torture by someone else’s hands.

“He won’t kill me,” he replied, arrogant as ever. “Not unless he wants to lose two Death Eater’s in the same week. I’m not convinced he’d risk it with the war heating up.” It wasn’t like Cassandra was really being used for anything useful for him anyway, and if Walden could waste his days with a captive hostage as his play thing he couldn’t have been contributing anything substantial to the cause. “What were you thinking?” He finally asked, voice exasperated as he took a step towards her. “Please, enlighten me. Did you really think you could erase yourself and just disappear? In the middle of a bloody war?!? You, Cass, are naive.”

When she told him she wasn’t going to thank him the Death Eater simply rolled his eyes. “Wouldn’t want you to waste your breath. I don’t need your gratitude. What I need is for you to explain what you were thinking. It’s time for you to spell this out for me. Tell me, was it worth it?” She still had the ring on, obviously. The curse he had put on it was binding. It wasn’t going anywhere, unlike it would seem, Cassandra was.

i know why the caged bird sings | evan & cass

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i know why the caged bird sings | evan & cass

Evan could still remember well the anger that boiled his blood in third year when Yaxley “borrowed” a book that had been gifted to him by his late mother. How it had been returned to him ripped and torn, disrespected. He had set a cluster of tarantula’s on him in his sleep as punishment. Nor could he forget that feeling of debilitating rage when Cassandra had left him for that Gryffindor boy. The twisted, murderous fantasies that gripped his mind for months. His penchant for revenge had always been his Achilles heel and it often fueled and motivated every move Evan Rosier made, even if it sometimes blinded him in the process. 

When he learned that Walden Macnair had been holding his ex hostage of his own accord for months, telling no one, the penchant was considerably strong. That was weeks, weeks he had been lied to to his face. Every moment he had stepped foot in a room with Walden and looked him in the eyes, he had been lied to. While he had given up his hot pursuit of Cassandra with the assumption that she would find her way back eventually, had he known that all this time she had been tortured and kept as his fellow Death Eater’s little pet, things would have been different. His face was calm and stoic as ever as he approached the Macnair’s home where he helped himself inside, ignoring the house elf that came to greet him. Walden had already been punished profusely for his treachery he knew, but he had not yet faced Evan. To Evan, this was personal. To Evan, the man may as well have stolen from his pocket. He had, in fact, disrespected him. And that, that could not be forgiven.

“Oh hello there, Walden,” Evan greeted his fellow executioner. His face was still bruised from the beating, his walk a limp from the torture curses as he rounded the corner. He knew that Cass wasn’t there. For the first time in a long while, Evan actually knew her location - not that he approved. While it had been under the Dark Lord’s approval, the woman he had once loved was currently under the Imperius curse at the Ministry of Magic, a puppet to the cause, a spy. 

The truth was the Slytherin had already made his decision before dropping by. The exploitation of Cassandra Burke would end today. The man who had evidently chosen to pick up where Evan had left off would pay. He was taking back what was his, and he no longer cared what the consequences were. He was getting her out of this; he was getting his revenge. It was the switch of the knife flipping in his hand that made the older man pause mid sentence. The excuses and explanations came pouring out faster than Evan cared to listen. He watched as he backed away and turned, no doubt recognizing the murderous glint in Rosier’s eyes. He fumbled for his wand, but Evan was too quick for him, sticking his foot out to trip him to the floorboards, the sound of his body hitting dense and satisfying. 

“Know what I just love about executions?” he growled, kicking the man in the stomach as he tried to heave up, sending his wand into a dusty corner. “I love the moment when the ax swings down and justice is served.” His hand dug into the mans hair and wrenched his head to the air. “You never should have laid a hand on her, Walden,” he whispered. “That was your first mistake.” The knife was now at his neck, piercing into thin skin. “The second... was keeping it from me.” The scream was piercing and blood curdling. Evan’s heart and breath could not have been calmer. He could have taken the easy route, but this was far more satisfying. He knew as it happened that Cass would be feeling the weight of the curse lift. By now though, she might already be at home where she belonged. Either way, Mulciber would get her for him. 

“Sorry, old pal,” he said as the light left Walden’s eyes and his body slumped, not sorry in the least. Blood pooled the hardwood floor. His hand was warm and sticky with it. “You underestimated me.” They all did... they always did. Standing up with a sigh, Evan cast one last look at the body before looking over to the quivering elf in the corner. “Clean up the mess and cover the body when I leave.” 

He had no idea what punishment he would face, but he was certain Voldemort wouldn’t want to lose two Death Eater’s. So be it. He had chosen his loyalty after all. Cassandra would always be family.

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All is fair in love and war – Cassandra Burke + Evan Rosier

                                                                          ( May ‘73 - January ‘77 ) 

        I had never found a place where I felt like I belonged, until you took me in your arms. @evanrosierx

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cassandraburke:

She remembered everything, from start to finish – how little she cared about a large wedding with hundreds of guests and rather imagined a small wedding, only the two of them if possible. All these years she’d spent chasing him and Evan chasing her in return, stealing kisses in secret, acting like they weren’t a thing – but—- she immediately stopped, backing off as much as possible again after she could feel him coming closer. No use. The smallest gap separated them. The first syllables already let her heart race like crazy, unable to make complete sense of his words, as if they were spoken in another language. But they were straightforward, no hidden meaning behind these words other than they used to be so much more than any of them had acknowledged at first, didn’t have the courage to say to one another. Evan wasn’t just anyone, but… Cassandra inhaled sharply to snap out of her memories, but it was too late. Their surroundings switched – to a sunny day in 1976, just before graduation. She could see herself from afar, smiling at Evan in secrecy – saw herself looking away as if nothing happened after she’d been approached by someone else. And yet she looked back towards Evan, who’d come closer again, whispered near her ear, which sent a shiver down her spine. “That is not true and you know it,” Cassandra’s words were filled with anger. The metal against her skin burned slightly, though she’d believed this realm would free her from physical pain and stimulation in general. With her lips pressed together tightly, Cassandra tried to force her hand away from his. 

His subtle threats only reminded her of what’d happened between them months ago. Would he follow through with them? Cassandra didn’t doubt his determination to end her if he could. They behaved so differently – she could see the difference right next to her, with her memories clearly displayed around them. She saw herself being affectionate, secretly gazing at her boyfriend, hoping to tie the knot as quickly as possible. How foolish she’d been. “I never doubted your love,” she choked on her own words, anxiety almost forcing her to endure yet another panic attack. To keep herself from falling apart Cassandra immediately closed her eyes and breathed in and out, inconsistently, but still. “I might’ve lost so much, but I’ve also won my independence. I don’t want to be a Death Eater. My life’s worth so much more than what my father had estimated once upon a time.”

As she opened her eyes again, shocked by his touch, Cassandra immediately backed away, even though the ring still burned her. “Overreacted?” she exclaimed as tears ran down her face. “Your jealousy’s eating you alive. All I wanted was for you to realize I never wanted to be caged – and I was afraid our marriage would force me into a similar position my mother’s in right now. I loved you, but I knew I had to love myself first before anyone else ever could, even though I remember how we’d agreed to– remain–,” she stopped again. “I was curious.”

It was painful to watch as the memories cloaked them, submerging them in a time when everything was simple. He felt himself drawn to the way she looked at him, feeling himself swallow. Now she looked at him with nothing but hatred and disgust. How he had fallen so far from grace in her eyes he didn’t know. It certainly had never been a deliberate act of any kind, but rather, a slow, progressive transition. He wasn’t close to being the boy in the memories anymore. That boy had grown up, entered the real world with a thirst to prove himself. He was vindictive and selfish and unapologetic. At least as a boy he’d had some sense of humility, if even just a pinch.

“I’ve never doubted your love” made him scoff. “Like hell you didn’t. If you didn’t, none of this would have happened. You wouldn’t think of marrying me as a sentence.” He reached for her again, waiting for the inevitable jerk. “You wouldn’t be afraid of me. Don’t lie to yourself, Cass. You do doubt me, and I’ve given you more than enough reasons to.” His face darkened as she said his jealousy was eating him alive. He shook his head, his voice shallow. “No. Not jealous. Do not mistake my anger for jealousy. You and I were supposed to be together. We were supposed to marry. What you don’t understand, Cassandra, because you’re always so busy thinking about your damn self, is that you stole something from me. You stole a promise of a future. You robbed me of my dignity, humiliated me not once, but twice. A pillager of the heart, you even ripped away the one thing you always swore belonged to me and fed it to the riffraff.”

Should he go on? Evan didn’t know what else there was left for him to say. Any more and he might as well just admit to her she had hurt him worse than anyone ever had. A confession he was sure she didn’t need to dissect from him word for word. “Well looks like you forced me into a situation my father was in.” He said with a sarcastic shrug of his shoulders, resigned to the fate she had left him in. “So thanks for that, Cass. No really. Thank you.” 

Wicked Games | Evan + Cassandra

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Evan/Cass "hypothetical" love child. ;)

send me a pair name and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.

Name: Vivian (”alive”) Rosier

Gender: female

General Appearance: large and bright eyes, full lips, constantly smirking, wears beautiful dresses, dark blonde hair, fit, loves accessorizing her hair with bows and loves creative updos. Likes elegant colors – nothing too bright. Also, coats and heels.

Personality: poisonous, backstabber if needed, seductive, adventurous, gentle if she loves, brave, cunning, ambitious, extroverted, sadistic, dare I say majestic? Because she looks like a princess but sounds like the devil – and she loves passionately, so passionately – once in love she falls hard..

Special Talents: can interpret body language and speech fairly well and therefore has a tendency to analyze others and get an advantage out of it.

Who they like better: Cassandra – the way her mother dresses, the way she loves and behaves. She’s a cool mom – for real tho. But she secretly loves both equally. She aspires to be more like Cassandra, but her father embodies pure strength, vitality and dominance, which intimidates all of her friends and later boyfriends, which is pretty neat! They share a similar thirst for power and she likes to be the boss, everywhere, all the time.

Who they take after more: Again, equally. She adapted certain characteristics from Cass and some from Evan. Passion, ambition, sadism, ruthless and extroverted – she’s magnetic, absolutely ruthless and yet people can’t help but be drawn towards her.

Personal Head canon: Vivian never actually became a Death Eater. She decided to become a hit-witch like her grandmother and uses her position to destroy evidence and spy on Dumbledore. She eventually falls in love and frees herself from Voldemort, but remains a hit witch all her life.

Face Claim: Ana de Armas

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road to hell | evan & augustus

@avgvstvs Date: May 14th

A seemingly not so innocent act of attacking St Mungo’s had left Evan stunned speechless in all the best and worst ways. It didn’t take long for him to learn that it was Rookwood who was behind the genius take down. While he was being praised by the Death Eater’s in a time where he knew his friend needed it, it was hard for him to share the same celebratory response. Not when the attack had left Ophelia so close to dead. The utter lack of control was driving him mad. Usually the Death Eater’s planned big attacks, together. Usually he had more than a few seconds heads up. But no, Augustus just had to try to steal back his glory solo.

“What was that, huh?” The first words to come out of his mouth as he pushed Augustus roughly up against a wall opposite the front door he had just answered. After only a second of bypassing the questions to prove his identity, Evan had him by the collar of his shirt, knuckles white. “Had to be a big shot all on your own? What, wanted all the glory? Feel so pathetic about your betrayal you thought you’d have a bit of reckless fun?” He shoved him one last time before releasing him, taking a deep breath as he looked him in the eye. “Explain.” 

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It was practically music to his ears, the screaming and the chaos. The sound of footsteps pounding the smooth floor of the Ministry. The sounds of spells being fired, rebounding and ricocheting across the walls. It was pure, unadulterated amusement entertainment to Evan Rosier who had arrived just on the heels of the mayhem. He had his mask dawned so that nobody would recognize him, slashing his wand here and there to block spells. He had become skilled in the art of ducking and dodging, and he couldn’t resist from expelling a chorus sinister laughter as he chased after the Order members and joined his fellow Death Eater’s in splitting up to face them off. 

Their goal was to get to Millicent Bagnold and kill her in cold blood to aid in their mission to completely take over. Evan was on the hunt, catching the sight of what looked like Arthur Weasley and Benjy Fenwick escorting the raven haired woman hurriedly down a corridor. Evan made a beeline for them, his wand held at the ready, stopping when the other male turned back to face him and hold him off from his target. “Well if it isn’t the brave Benjy Fenwick,” he mocked in a sickly sweet voice. “Here to finish yourself off, more like.” He grinned at the younger male, knowing it couldn’t be seen. “What shall it be then?” He would love to stick around to play, but he needed to get moving. With a sweeping motion of his wand, Evan shattered the mirrors that lined the walls, hoping to use it as a distraction as he tried to jinx his opponent into a collapse.

you are not head or tails; you are the coin || evan & benjy

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Benjy never expected anything less when he decided to fight this war. He knew the risk, he knew how much was a stake. He knew that keeping innocent people safe was the most important thing, the only thing that mattered -that and putting evil people away- but right now, as he ran through the hallways of a unrecognizable Ministry of Magic, the most important thing, the only thing that mattered, was getting Millicent Bagnold to safety. 

Curses went flying past him, he barely had time to look back and see if the spells he fired back were hitting the target. Ever since they had reached Millicent they had kept moving. And the road so far had not being easy. Benjy still wondered why out of all the order it had been him who got the message to get Millicent out. He had been relieved to learn that Arthur had gotten the message as well. And while Benjy was sure that Millicent could handle herself in a fight, he was glad to know they were taking measures to get her out. If only they could shake whoever had been chasing them for two and a half floors.

❝Go❞ Benjy said in a firm voice, at least he hoped it was firm and not as shaky as it felt, ❝I can handle this…❞ he said mostly to himself, but he tried to look determined, focused, like he could really handle it. This was war, they all knew it. Their best chance of succeeding was if Benjy stayed behind, to buy them some time, ❝go.❞ Benjy let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding the moment they started to walk, he watched them briefly before turning to face the end of the hallway. He stood his ground, wand at the ready. ❝Let’s finish this…❞

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cassandraburke:

She had mixed feelings about him, probably would continue to have them for a while longer. They consisted of their former life, the pure, good-natured memories, and those that had poisoned her thoughts and life on a completely new level. While he saw down on the bed Cassandra just kept staring at him from above, not wanting to sit and rather show her dominance in every way possible. They weren’t on the same level – at least she wanted to believe that. What else was left for both of them? She wasn’t sure, considering war and love had both left their marks on her, leaving her unable to feel anything but ambivalence and fear at this point. “We were good friends, yes, I remember. Our parents always pointing out every bit of intimacy we showed them, us holding hands, believing it was nothing more than a game. I remember, every moment – maybe that’s why everything’s so fucked up. Because I loved you,” she stopped, but continued after inhaling deeply “Because I loved you, to the core. There’s nothing left but hatred, darling. Nothing but the memories of us playing together and having fun, just the two of us. A long gone reality I only see behind a thick coating of shadows.”

Cassandra rolled her eyes at how fixated he was, to this day, on her alleged obsession with Hufflepuff’s. “I dated one of them for almost two years. Do you really want to blame me again? For caring about someone else but you?” she raised an eyebrow and started to walk around. Her body was aching to move, hide, if possible, just run away from their shared nightmare. Sadly, once he stood up, she momentarily froze in place, watched him straight into his eyes and tensed her jaw. His words hurt, more than she tried to admit, even to herself. With her breathing starting to suffer from her anxiety by sounding shaky Cassandra couldn’t keep up her facade as much as she’d hoped to. Though, obviously, he already knew about her fear. As he grabbed her hand, however, her shaky breathing left and Cassandra simply held her breath, gasped once, actually, before her fingers stiffened, unable to be moved. “We tell ourselves pretty lies so that we’re able to sleep better at night, aren’t we, Evan?” she said, clearly out of breath. And as she looked into his eyes, Cassandra wondered if she could see into his soul, into the depths of his pitch black soul. “You don’t like the idea of us – you like the idea of dominance and power. But I’m not something you can possess. No one can – no one ever will. Not even with my ring.” Cassandra scoffed, but still looked frightened, even while making her own, little statement. “So afraid of losing me, so you had to bind me to you.”

      At some point he would have to give in, but for the time being Evan wasn’t ready to accept defeat. Cassandra was one of the few remaining familiar faces the Slytherin still had around, yet she too had seemed to have escaped. It shouldn’t feel like abandonment, the same as his father. Except it did. The promise of their future together still remained tied to her finger, but he knew that she did not wear it willingly. Perhaps she never would have. “We made quite the pair back then,” he commented coolly, reminiscing of the days she spoke of. “You and me, Cass.” He let the way that sounded on his tongue linger for a moment before it dawned on him that they were nothing more than ash. Loved. Past tense. “Time and time again, you’ve left me. Now I see you were never mine to keep.” He looked almost wistfully down at the hand he had stolen, drawing his thumb over the heated metal that clung to her skin. 

He knew it was happening all in their heads, but he wondered if she could still feel. Feel the way his thumb so softly caressed her skin in a way that he hoped drew pleasure, a far cry from the pain he had inflicted her in this very same room only a few months ago. He could sense the tension in her body. Hear her abrupt intake of breath, and his emerald eyes caught her gaze. “Is that what you truly think of me?” He whispered, lips at her ear. Perhaps she was right. When he thought of it, he couldn’t remember the last time his thoughts for her had taken on anything that registered something akin to affection. It was sad, really. What had he been chasing more than a silly girl who clearly had other places she would rather be? Then he smiled. “Power is what wins in the end, as you’ll soon find out.” Wherever she was, he could be sure, she would no doubt suffer the consequences in the uprising of the Death Eater’s.

    “Do you want me to set you free to make more mistakes?” She could think what she wanted about him, but if there was one thing Evan was well versed in it was in matters of the mind. He sensed his reign of control over her was a losing battle. This might be his last opportunity to speak with her. It would be best to leave her with something to think about, a shred of doubt to eat away at her mind. Without it she would only keep resisting. “They will never love you, Cassandra. They will never know you well enough to. No one will trust you. No one will care for you the way I could. You are alone and defenseless, and you will fail. You belong here. On the right side of this war. With me.”

“But by all means, if it’s what you really want, I have no business trying to keep you.” His hand rose up from her hand to brush over her arm, the place where the Dark Mark had once gleamed. Where he had manically peeled it off with his blade. “I should never have done this to you. All you needed was guidance and understanding.” Words he never thought would leave his mouth were expelling from him in the wake of a deep sigh. “I overreacted.” 

Wicked Games | Evan + Cassandra

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