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I'm back at it again!

One day Evan gets home and there's a cat. "He was all alone" Barty says, and honestly, why would he deny Barty anything? So they keep the little gremlin looking creature. It is a horrendous cat in his opinion, with patchy hair and poor coordination, weird eyes and half an ear chopped off. It's a weird animal, but they keep it.

It takes a month for Evan to fall in love with it. "We should get him a friend" Barty says after two months, so they go to the nearest shelter and get another weird ass looking cat. It's missing an eye and has an extra toe bean on his left front leg. Evan loves this one even more.

They keep getting cats somehow, end up friends with the woman who runs the shelter and she calls them when a cat no one wants is about to be put down.

By the end of the first year since they got their first one, they have like eleven cats. All of the cats are weird, old, with too many health problems and all of them have weird names to match.

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This is fun I'm doing it (sad I can't add my insane amount of piercings but whatever)

Anyway moots feel tagged <3

silly picrew chain :3

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I have an insane amount of rosekiller drafts but maybe I've posted enough for today...

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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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Rosekiller doing the “you better drop to your knees and bark like you want it”

But Barty like legit gets on his knees and starts barking like a feral dog and Evan can’t get him to stop

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Knife kink Evan x blood kink Barty

they match each other's freak like that yup (also this came out very long... enjoy! I definitely did)

nsfw/blood/knife warning!

Evan never really though about his knife fixation as a kink, it wasn't like that, right? He just loved the cold metal against his skin, it was fascinating how something so simple could torn apart skin, how something as common as a knife, a blade, could be so deadly.

It wasn't until he had Barty on his knees, between his legs as he sat on the bed and he had a knife pressed to his thigh he thought about it as a kink.

"let me carve my initials on your skin" Barty had asked earlier.

"only if you let me do it back" Evan answered. Barty. His Barty. Forever carved on each other, unmovable, inseparable.

He knew about Barty's fascination with blood, but they hadn't really done something about it yet. So Evan lets Barty lick the blood that comes out as the knife draws a B on his inner thigh. His breath catches at the sight, at how sharp and cold the metal is, at how Barty's lips feel on his skin. He's getting hard quite fast, and his underwear isn't doing much to cover it.

Barty notices soon enough. "Is it the blood?" He asks with a mischievous smile, still focused on carving the next letter on his skin. Evan shakes his head in a negative. "Do I look good like this? Is that it?" Barty's lips have blood smeared on, and Evan whimpers as the knife punctures in once more. "Is it the pain?"

"the knife" he practically moans looking at the item with hungry eyes. Barty's eyes light immediately.

"let me finish this and I'll do something about it" Evan feels as skin breaks, feels the blade go in, feels Barty sucking on the wound. His dick is throbbing so hard it's actually painful.

Then before he can process what's happening, Barty is moving on top of him and forcing him to lay completely on the bed. The blade goes from his hip to his throat pressing to his skin enough to notice it, not enough to cut him open.

"knives, huh?" Barty asks sitting directly on Evan's bulge. He moans as the knife presses harder to his throat. Skin about to give in "this is going to be very fun"

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Rosekiller prompt:

Maybe one (or both of them? Because honestly I can see it going either way) worrying about how they express affection not being enough for the other?

Can you tell my favorite genre is hurt/comfort?

oh they absolutely would worry about that!

Evan worries about not being enough and Barty about being too much, not sure what the other needs even if they balance each other out just as they are.

Barty is all touchy and loud and big gestures, screaming his love at any given chance while Evan is more quiet with his love, he pays attention to the things Barty struggles with and tries to help without being asked, he takes care of him, loves him soft and kind when Barty loves with teeth and claws.

And oh, Evan loves Barty more than anyone else, Evan loves Barty enough to try to match him. So he tries, Evan tries loud for a bit, tries to touch him more often even if he isn't all that comfortable with it, tries big gestures even if he feels stupid through all of it.

Barty tries quiet too, tries to suppress his muchness and his loudness and love without drawing blood, and he feels horrible the whole time. It feels wrong.

They are wrong. Don't work. Can't work.

"stop trying not to be you" Evan says one day "you're acting weird, be loud again"

Barty feels stuck in place as the words leave Evan's mouth. Oh.

"I— I thought you— You tried too"

"Was it good?"

"Not at all" Barty admits "loud doesn't suit you"

Barty reassures Evan he's enough, and Evan reassures Barty he's not too much.

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I'm all for writing rosekiller scenarios so if you have any ideas feel free to send asks!! Do you want more bipolar Barty? More asexual Evan? More freaky nsfw stuff?

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I am once more projecting onto Barty

Barty using bdsm as a way to release tension and stop overthinking.

He'll feel bad and immediately ask Evan to take control over him. He doesn't have to think about anything if Evan is giving orders.

"get on your knees sweetheart, close your eyes" and Barty will forget everything, obey, do as told without hesitation. It clears his mind. Offers relief. Evan will tie his hands on his back and blindfold him, use him as he wants and most times it isn't even sexual.

Barty can only focus on the hard ground under his knees, or Evan's feet on his back if he's using him as a footrest, or the way he caresses his cheeks, grabs his neck, tugs at his hair. Barty likes how rough Evan can be.

Evan, who looks like the perfect student and perfect pureblood heir and calm and collected but will lose his absolute shit in private and be completely brutal. He thinks Evan likes it too, the way he can have full control over something.

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oh. oh wow

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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barty: here are the ground rules. you can punch me, kick me, pull my hair. I am a-okay being stabbed. biting and scratching are on the table. you can use fire.

evan: these are the ground rules??? is there anything off-limits?

barty: damn man, you got something really sick you wanna do, huh? oh, you little pervert. all right, I like it. don’t tell me! surprise me! ooooh it’s getting fun!!!!

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Remus "if you could hate yourself into healing, don't you think you'd be healed by now?" Lupin

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trans regulus who chose that name because he wanted to be a star like his brother, maybe that way he'll shine as bright as him

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“an unstable relationship with impulse control” might be the best definition of Barty I've ever seen, I love this so much

ally - @rosekillermicrofic - wc: 864

The first thing Evan notices is the smell.

Acrylic paint and something fruity—possibly watermelon—mix in the air like chaos and pride had a baby. The second thing is that the flat is way too quiet for what it smells like. No music, no TV, just the hum of summer heat coming through the cracked kitchen window.

Evan toes off his shoes and squints down the hallway.

“Barty?”

“In here!” comes the shout, echoing from their bedroom. There's a weird, wet-slapping noise like someone wrestling with a paintbrush and absolutely no effort to hide whatever disaster is going on.

Evan pushes the door open with the same energy one uses to check behind a horror movie shower curtain. And then he freezes.

Barty is standing in the middle of their room shirtless, arms lifted slightly away from his sides like he’s trying not to smudge anything. His entire chest has been transformed into a bisexual pride flag—pink, purple, and blue stripes smeared across his pale skin with suspiciously good blending. On one leg is the trans flag. His face has a rainbow like war paint under each eye, and one hand is currently halfway through painting the lesbian flag across his thigh.

They make eye contact.

Barty, wide-eyed and unapologetic, mid-paint-stroke.

Evan just blinks.

“…What the fuck is happening here?”

Barty doesn’t miss a beat. “What does it look like? I’m showing my support. I am an ally.”

Evan raises one hand to his mouth and rubs his bottom lip with his thumb, pouting ever so slightly like he’s trying to decide whether to laugh or walk right back out and pretend this didn’t happen. “Yeah, yeah, sure. But you’re also gay.”

Barty narrows his eyes. “Not just gay. I'm layered. Like a—like a queer onion.”

“A bisexual onion?”

“If you will,” Barty says, as he dips his brush into another blob of paint on a plate that Evan really hopes is not one of their good ones. “I contain multitudes.”

“You contain glitter on my sheets.”

“I’m doing this for the community,” Barty replies, solemnly, like he’s about to launch into a TED Talk. “Pride is about visibility. I am being very visible right now. You're welcome.”

Evan crosses the room slowly, avoiding paint tubes like landmines. He stops just in front of Barty and folds his arms. “You painted the lesbian flag on your leg.”

“I support lesbians.”

“You hit on a lesbian last week.”

“She was hot,” Barty shrugs. “I told her I respected her. I also told her 'Evan at home had better hands than she could ever dream of', so it’s fine. Balanced.”

Evan chokes on a laugh. “Is that what you said?”

“I did,” Barty says proudly. “She gave me her eyeliner brand as a peace offering. Look.”

He turns and reveals a black tube of something wedged between a rainbow pride boa and a half-full bottle of rosé on the dresser.

Evan lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. “You know, I came home thinking we might have dinner. Watch something. Be normal.”

“This is normal,” Barty says, placing a dramatic hand over his paint-slicked heart. “You date a man who has a very expressive artistic side and an unstable relationship with impulse control. You knew what this was.”

Evan tilts his head. “You have the trans flag on your leg.”

“I do.”

“Do you want to talk about that?”

Barty goes quiet for a second, the paintbrush hovering in mid-air.

“…Maybe later.”

Evan nods, the mood shifting a little in the way it always does when Barty lets him past the sarcasm and glitter.

Then Barty smirks. “Right now I want you to admit that I look fabulous.”

Evan steps forward again, lifting his hand to trace the edge of the pink stripe on Barty’s chest. The paint is still a bit tacky, and Evan tries not to think too hard about how good the colors look on him. How Barty’s always had a knack for making chaos look like art.

“You look like someone let a gay raccoon loose in a craft store.”

Barty grins, proud. “Thank you.”

“Wasn’t a compliment.”

“Yes, it was.”

“Alright, fine,” Evan says, stepping even closer, hands now resting on Barty’s waist, smearing a bit of purple onto his thumbs. “You look like a queer fever dream, and somehow I still want to kiss you.”

Barty raises an eyebrow. “Do it.”

“You’re covered in paint.”

“So?”

Evan leans in, pressing a kiss to the corner of Barty’s mouth. When he pulls back, there’s a smear of blue on his lips.

“Fuck,” he mutters, rubbing at it. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I am lucky. I’m dating a beautiful, mildly judgmental man who lets me paint myself like a pride parade float.”

Evan sighs again, but there’s a softness to it now. “So. Do we wash this off or…?”

Barty shrugs. “We could go out like this.”

“I am not letting you into a restaurant with the lesbian flag on your thigh and nothing else.”

“Coward.”

“Degenerate.”

“Gay.”

Evan rolls his eyes, leans in, and kisses him again.

This time, he doesn't even try to wipe the paint away.

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okay but the greatest showman jegulus au would go crazy

early jegulus my loves

james "now is this really how you'd like to spend your days? whiskey and misery, and parties and plays?" potter

regulus "if I were mixed up with you, I'd be the talk of the town, disgraced and disowned, another one of the clowns" black

this whole song is so them i love it so much

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Pre-rosekiller arguing about who is a top and who is a bottom so they do the only logical thing to find out, they have sex. What they discover is up to interpretation, however, that was the start of a torturous six months where they refused to accept their feelings for each other

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nsfw, bloodplay

Barty definitely sucks Evan's blood as they fuck, he'll make a cut on his wrist or neck of any other easy access place and have his mouth pressed to it, sucking to get more because it is not enough and Evan will be biting and fucking him senseless until he's feeling dizzy from the blood loss