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6/22 - respect - word count: 634 - @rosekillermicrofic

“What would you have done?”

It’s hard to hear Evan, for Barty, right then, over the rush of the blood thudding in his ears, the commotion of the battle they’ve left behind. 

“What?”

“If there’d not been a war. What would you have done?” Evan looks up at him, pale and eyes shining with pain, but so, so earnest. Pleading, like he wants an answer. A glimpse into the life they never got and never will. 

Don’t think like that, Barty urges himself. But then again, when has he ever listened to anyone?

“I would’ve loved you,” Barty says, and it’s sincere, and simple. He kisses the tip of Evan’s nose, then both of his cheeks. He continues peppering kisses on Evan’s face as he gives weak giggles.

“We could’ve had a house together,” Evan says, tears beading up in his eyes, and the first one to break through is like a burst dam. Barty’s heart twists watching Evan like this, now. He could- he could kill the person who did this. He would. He would do it. “Maybe- maybe with Reggie, and Dor, and Panda.” Each of those names leave Barty feeling like he wants to throw up. 

He misses them. With his whole body, like someone has carved out a piece of his heart and squeezed it, bruised and bloody. And he feels that hole inside him aching. He tries to imagine a different universe where- where Evan is right. 

A universe where they’ve built a life away from the father Barty never respected, and away from the responsibilities of the House of Rosier. Away from the Dark Lord and serving him, but safer and together nonetheless.

He can’t. He can’t see any further than what he sees around him now, and that’s the final nail in the coffin. The realization that here, now, is the only thing that’s real. 

“Evan,” he sobs out, clutching at him, cradling Evan to him like it’s their last day to be together. And it is. It is and Barty will never be the same after. He didn’t even think there was going to be an after. After all, it had always been them, together, against the world. Not just Barty, nor just Evan. And Barty had thought it would always be like that. “Rosie. Don’t leave me. Don’t- don’t do that.”

Evan lifts up a hand to his face and brushes away the tears. Barty leans into his touch, melts into it - it is the only comfort Barty has ever known, in his miserable little life. “Don’t cry, Barty. Don’t cry, please.”

“I’m sorry,” Barty weeps. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re perfect,” Evan says with conviction, even as tears trail down his cheeks. “I love you, Bee, you’re beautiful. You’re perfect.” He says it like it’s a fact of life, like Barty is the only thing that there is in the world worth praising. 

He’d loved that tone, once. The one Evan’s voice took on when it was just the two of them, when they were whispering secrets to each other that were snatched by the air between them. Now, Evan’s whispered words seem like an ultimatum. 

“Stay,” Barty begs, pleads, even though he knows it’s out of their control. Evan pulls Barty down and he goes willingly, his arms around Evan growing tighter, to keep him with Barty. 

And there was another kiss like this, wasn’t there? In form, but not in circumstance? One when Barty thought he’d never again be unhappy, never let that smile out of his face, as long as he had Evan’s beautiful hazel eyes in his sight. As long as he could see that reassuring shade of brown with flecks of green that danced in the light. 

Barty couldn’t see those eyes anymore.

He never could bring himself to smile again.

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au where james keeps asking trans reg out and regulus, convinced james is straight, thinks james sees him as a girl so every time james comes up to him reg says no to a date and is really hostile towards him and james cannot for the life of him figure out what he did to piss reg off

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having both pjo and marauders stuff on my feed means im constantly asking myself “is that fanart of nico di angelo or regulus black”

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strawberry - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 660

James flopped dramatically onto the grass beside Regulus, still wearing his Quidditch gear and reeking of victory and sweat. The Gryffindors were loud somewhere behind them, celebrating a narrow win, but James had excused himself under the very convincing excuse of needing “a moment of quiet reflection.” By which he meant “bothering Regulus.”

Regulus was perched elegantly under the shade of a tree, legs crossed at the ankles, reading a book with one hand and lazily eating slices of watermelon with the other.

“Oi,” James said, turning on his side to face him. “If you had to guess, what would my favourite fruit be?”

Regulus didn’t even look up. He bit into the watermelon with perfect poise, and James watched a bead of juice trail down the side of his mouth like it had a mission. Regulus wiped it off carelessly with the back of his hand, only then flicking his gaze toward James.

“I’m going to guess it’s not watermelon.”

James grinned, completely unabashed. “Nope. Though I wouldn't say no to a bite if you offered nicely.”

“You’re not touching my watermelon,” Regulus replied, holding the rind a bit protectively now. “You’ve been sweating all over the pitch for two hours. You look like you’d contaminate everything you breathe on.”

James put a hand over his heart. “You wound me.”

“You wound yourself by existing.”

James rolled onto his back, hands folded behind his head, and let the sun blind him for a moment. “It’s strawberries.”

“What is?”

“My favourite fruit,” he said, squinting toward the branches. “Strawberries. Ripe ones. Summer ones. That sweet bit at the very center that’s practically liquid.”

Regulus went quiet for a second too long. Then: “That’s oddly poetic for you.”

James turned his head toward him again. “I get poetic about things I love.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow, popping another piece of watermelon into his mouth.

“Strawberries,” James continued, “are the best part of summer. They make everything else better. Cake. Ice cream. Jam. Kisses.”

Regulus’s chewing slowed slightly. “You kiss strawberries?”

“I kiss people who taste like strawberries,” James said, shamelessly.

“Is this your attempt at flirting?” Regulus asked, tone dry.

“No,” James said, sitting up, now grinning far too wide. “This is me continuing to flirt. Don’t act like you haven’t noticed.”

Regulus looked back at his book, pretending not to be affected. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you haven’t told me your favourite fruit,” James pointed out.

Regulus sighed, snapping the book shut. “Cherries.”

James blinked. “Cherries?”

Regulus nodded.

James leaned closer, just a bit. “Are we talking the deep red ones or the pale ones?”

“Red,” Regulus said, unbothered.

“Cherries are supposed to be sexy, you know,” James said, mock serious.

“And strawberries aren’t?” Regulus countered, glancing at him with that knowing glint in his eyes.

James laughed. “Touché.”

There was a moment where neither of them spoke. Just the breeze, the distant cheering, and the sound of Regulus finishing off the last bit of his watermelon.

James nudged him with his knee. “We should eat strawberries and cherries together sometime. Real cliché picnic in the sun. Maybe I feed you one. Maybe you blush.”

“I don’t blush,” Regulus said, but there was colour in his cheeks already.

“Yet,” James added.

Regulus stood, brushing off his trousers, then looked down at James with a tilted head. “Bring the strawberries next time.”

James’s heart gave an embarrassing little flutter. “So that’s a yes?”

Regulus smirked. “It’s a maybe. I’m not promising you get to kiss me just because you bring fruit.”

“I wouldn’t dare assume,” James said, already mentally planning the entire strawberry-themed picnic. “But I’ll bring extra, just in case.”

Regulus turned, walking back toward the castle, and James watched him go, grinning like a man who had absolutely not just lost his mind over someone who smelled like watermelon and liked cherries.

He flopped back down on the grass.

“Strawberries,” he muttered to himself. “Totally better than cherries. He’ll see.”

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disabled remus and reformed dickhead sirius.

sirius who has to LEARN to take care of remus, to not rush off, to not assume he can physically keep up. remus who uses a cane and sirius who at first is kind of embarrassed to be seen with him in public (because of his “never show weakness” upbringing), but who also immediately glares at anyone who looks funny at remus. sirius whose boundless energy both enchants and exhausts remus, who has to learn how to take care of his boyfriend when fatigue catches up with him. sirius who is forced to learn to be comfortable with the quiet (which is actually good for him). sirius who researches remus’ conditions (chronic fatigue, arthritis, problems that the doctors still can’t diagnose) to better learn how to help him. sirius who comes with remus to his appointments, or drops him off with a kiss, depending on how he feels.

remus who can sense sirius’ embarrassment, who snaps at him for it more than once. remus who softens when he finds sirius asleep as his laptop, fifty tabs open to different medical websites and forums. remus who can see how much his boyfriend is unlearning his own prejudice, and working to take care of him. remus who has never been taken care of so fiercely and purposefully, and who loves sirius for it.

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I continue to run into people that are confused as to why Americans have screens on our windows and it’s really quite simple.

Bugs

Diseases carried by bugs

Other assorted wildlife such as dogs and teenagers

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barty definitely wears guyliner and eats it up every time

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"There’s no such thing as ‘bad ideas’, Moony. Just poorly executed awesome ideas!"

—James Potter probably.

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Well fucks? Get to it!

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oh!!!!!!!!!

spamming a ton of tags for awareness

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Sirius will always find Remus in a crowded room. Because he is tall as fuck. They belong together <3

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barty baby-sitting pt. 8

barty, putting harry down for a nap: alright, haz, rosie and i will be in the other room if you need us, darling.

harry: okay. i love you batty

barty, with heart eyes: love you too, honey.

harry: you’re the best batty ever. you’re so nice and awesome.

barty, about to tear up: you’re such a good kid, little james spawn

barty, going back out to evan with tears in his eyes: hey, ev

evan: hey, what’s wrong? you okay?

barty: that kid. such a shithead, just like his dads.

evan, smiling softly: oh sure. what did he do now?

barty: he just. he loves me, that little ball of pure joy loves me

evan: yeah, not surprising. he adores you, b. you’re good with him

barty: he’s just such a good kid….. can we keep him?

evan: … you mean. kidnap regulus’ son? regulus??

barty, sulking: james would understand.

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Marlene: *Gently taps table* James: *Taps back* Mary: What are they doing? Peter: Morse code. Marlene: *Aggressively taps table* James: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

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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

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As much as I love the idea of Will wearing Lee's flannel after his death, I much more prefer a scenario where he was constantly trying to steal it when Lee wasn't looking. Lee got fed up with this gremlin child (affectionate) trying to steal his clothes (he knows that he should toss it out, burn it, but he can't bring himself to do it; it holds way too many memories) so he gets a green flannel and embroiders it with little sun symbols.

He hides it in one of the secret rooms in the infirmary, because he can't have any of his siblings – or worse, a spy – stumble across it in his cabin. He leaves it here and makes a promise to give it to Will on his birthday.

Over a year later, Will tries to find a place to hide – no one should see their head counselor and head medic cry. He finds this room and remembers the talks about it and how it was one of Lee and Luke's secret hideouts. He wants to leave; he doesn't need another memory of what it was and what it could've been. But his gut tells him to enter and he finds a neatly packaged box.

There's a green flannel and a note:

For my little brother, Will

— Lee

P.S. stop stealing my clothes!

He never takes it off.

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[Barty and Evan cuddling in bed, it's late]

Barty: ...can you talk.

Evan: Hm? Bout what.

Barty: Anything. I like your voice...it wraps around my brain.

Evan: Yeah i guess....

Evan: starts a rant about a fuck ass customer he had at work

Barty: [falls asleep in seconds flat]

Evan: and- oh... goodnight. [falls asleep shortly after, since Barty's level breathes brings him peace.]

theym <3

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James Potter who can read minds and has a crush on Regulus.

Regulus who's first thought when he sees James is "huh" and then from then on has absolutely zero thoughts in his head when he's around James. Insults coming out because his brain is just throwing stuff out there and hoping it sticks. He sees James and he's so mesmerized that there's nothing in his head.

James assumes Regulus just doesn't care enough about him to think of him. (He's also a little concerned that Regulus seemingly doesn't have a thought process.)

Then one day James approaches Regulus without him noticing and hears how fast, rapid and loud Regulus' thoughts usually are, only for Regulus to notice him and it all immediately becomes silent.