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Asexual Evan who sexualizes himself, and Barty is the one to let him know that it's okay and he doesn't have to force himself

angst always gets me, ask and I shall deliver✨

They've been dating for a month.

In this month, Barty learns a lot of things about Evan. Barty learns Evan likes to tease, learns the way his body moves when he's flirting, the tone on his voice, every single tone of his voice actually. Learns his nervous tics and the way he snorts if he laughs too hard. Barty feels unable to do anything other than look at Evan at all times.

He also learns Evan likes to kiss. He likes to kiss a lot, passionately, all tongue and bites and hands tugging eagerly at hair. Barty loves Evan's hands on his hair. Loves Evan's lips on his. Fuck, Barty feels like he could eat Evan whole with how much he loves him. Devour him until there's nothing left.

They haven't gone anywhere further than kissing though, and fuck if he isn't dying to get Evan naked on his bed. So he tries.

It is a good night, they had easy classes, a good studying session, and are currently making out in Barty's bed. Things get weird the moment he takes Evan's shirt after his own. He knows Evan, has learnt every single thing about him, and something is off. The eagerness on his kisses is different, less passionate even if as intense. He isn't actively seeking contact anymore, just taking it. His gasps sound false suddenly, so Barty reels back and looks at him.

Evan looks as perfect as always, like a fucking angel fallen from heaven right into his bed. His breathing hard and his bare chest sweaty.

"Why'd you stop?" he asks confused, and Barty only looks at him for a bit.

"Is everything okay? Do you want to keep going?" He asks back, because one can never be too sure, and he's not about to fuck up their first time. They're laying side by side looking at each other, still in a tangle of limbs. Evan's brows shoot up in disbelief.

"What do you think?" He asks with a smile, a hand tangling in Barty's hair. It doesn't look like his smiles. This is— no, something's definitely wrong. It feels like an ick he can't quite scratch.

"I don't know, that's why I asked" he stops Evan from pulling him closer. Keeps looking at him, trying to find what is going on. Then, Evan's jaw clicks, and Barty knows immediately. He knows because he's spent their last month, fuck, their last years, learning every single movement on Evan's body. He's not answering, so Barty talks again "you don't want it" he tries to reel back, and is fastly drawn back closer.

"No, I— I can do it, I can do this for you" Evan's behaviour changes so suddenly it feels like whiplash. He sounds almost desperate "I can be good for you come on, take me, take what you want" Evan's mouth is on his, then on his neck, and for a second he gets distracted again because fuck that feels good, but soon enough he pushes him back again.

"No, hey, Ev" Barty tries. Evan is a mess of mumbles.

"I'll be good, I can do it" he repeats grabbing at Barty through wet eyes. Oh. Oh hell no.

"Evan" he tries, and Evan only becomes more eager, climbing on top of him, unbuttoning his jeans "Evan stop" his hands come to grab his. Then Evan looks at him, really looks at him. "I don't want this if you don't"

"I thought I—"

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to" Barty assures, and finally the tears come. He lets go of Evan's hands and watches as he tries to hide his face away, still sitting on top of him.

It takes a while to calm down, and by the time it happens they're both sitting cross legged each on one end of the bed, facing the other.

"I don't... I don't like sex" Evan says when asked.

"Okay" Barty simply says "then we won't do that" Evan looks up, brows furrowed, pained look on his eyes.

"Barty, I won't like it, never have wanted it and I don't think I ever will"

"It's fine, then we'll never have sex" he shrugs. It's okay, he only wants Evan if he wants it too. "But, uhm, you've had other partners, right? Did you..?"

"Yeah, and I hated every part of it" Evan admits looking away. Barty feels the need to kill every single one of his ex's.

"You don't have to do that with me, I don't want you to do anything you don't want to" Evan looks even more confused than before "We don't have to kiss if you don't like it either"

"No, I— Uhm... I like that" his cheeks are turning red, his smile coming back, and this time Barty believes him. "I like it a lot, actually"

"Great because I like that too. A lot." Barty smiles back.

And maybe there is a lot to talk about, a lot of lines to mark down so they aren't crossed, but for now they lay in bed and kiss.

A lot.

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you can tell when the people writing black brothers interactions don’t have siblings. sirius is NOT ruffling regulus’ hair and calling him ‘little bro’ and i can assure you of that.

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Okay but what about filthy rich James that will still do anything for 20 dollars just for the fun of it?

I love filthy rich James but I love broke as hell and will do literally anything for 20 dollars James more

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what am i thinking about? oh nothing, just french sirius black saying “body so tea the british are coming” to remus lupin in bed.

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Rosekiller have always been touchy; holding hands, sitting on each other, cuddling, sleeping in the same bed… So when they start dating no one notices a difference.

The only one that does is regulus because they finally stopped avoiding eye contact and now stare into each other’s souls

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English teacher saw me sketching moon phases in my book and he said “haha, moony, nice”. Fuck off sir I should never of talked to you about fanfiction at lunch three years ago and then proceeded to recommend you all the young dudes. I’ve made a grave mistake.

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Whoever put blueberries in my pancake batter at this restaurant, thank you because now I know what CMU Regulus was going on and on about.

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barty drinks dr.pepper religeously. regulus only drinks coffee and tea. evan drinks flavored sparkling water and normal water, and he begs every day on his knees for his two twinks to PLEASE DRINK SOMETHING THAT ISNT CAFFINATED.

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"sirius in a skirt" "regulus in a skirt"

give me Barty 'attention whore' Crouch in a fucking micro mini skirt.

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Lily: omg Sirius, I love your top, where did you get it from?

Sirius: Wales

Remus: Sirius…

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Rip Barty Crouch Jr you would have loved being a kid in 2020

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Regulus Black covered in blood

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regulus “one word answers” black who suddenly cannot shut up when he’s with james potter. i know i’m right

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Regulus 🥰 genuinely so happy with this one!

(slight tw for self harm under the cut. Take care of yourselves!)

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Sirius, as Padfoot, would leap up onto his hind legs to lick James’ face, and while slobbering all over him with James laughing as they’d topple backwards, he’d transform back into his human form and his tongue would find James’ lips and then they’d be snogging. messily.

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Rosekiller girl dads

Barty that almost only wears black and is coved in bad tattoos that he did when he was to younger.

Evan that has dozens of piercings bleach blond hair and a scary demeanor.

And their 6 year old daughter that is coverd in glitter has pink hair, fairy wings and a big puffy skirt