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@rosekillermicrofic may 4 — hopeless — 1233words — cw: mildly pervy and sexual thoughts, nothing explicit though

no thoughts, just line cook! barty

A miracle.

The gods have heard Barty’s wishes and granted him this blessing.

Evan usually gets set up for dealing with the bar or counter but on rare occasions his lovely name gets jotted down in the column of servers/busboys. Today is one of those fateful occurrences which means Barty has at least 30% longer time windows of flirting his jolly ass off and burning food he’s not paying attention to curtsy of Evan’s slutty narrow hips in those damn aprons. Obscene things, those are.

Barty is currently staring at them as he blindly flips the burger patties one after the other, the stove sizzling animatedly. Barty is pretty sure he hasn’t blinked once since Evan has entered the kitchen again a minute ago to help sort dishes.

“So how’s your day been so far, Evan darling?”

“No,” comes back immediately. Not even a look thrown over his shoulder.

Barty’s grin widens. He puts more meat on the stove.

“Aw, c’mon. People been scant with tips already or what?”

Evan doesn’t reply, instead ripping off the notes from his pad and wordlessly striding over to Barty’s station, pinning them up.

Two of today’s specials, one cheesesteak and one portion of chicken for a caesar salad. And a little dick scribbled in the bottom corner.

“More people coming in than usual. Get a move on,” Evan says before briskly walking off again. Barty just so manages to get a whiff of spicy deodorant and whatever shea butter coconut extract beauty shit Evan uses for his curls before he’s gone again.

Barty sighs, looking after his pert little ass and long legs all the way until he’s around the corner. Then he readjusts his grip on the spatula and finally picks the patties off the grill, calling for Lily to collect them and assemble.

“They’re burnt,” she hisses, punching him in the arm with vigor. It hurts but Barty is too busy thinking about what type of underwear Evan might be wearing today. “Stop getting distracted by Rosier and do your damn job, chef.”

Barty hums, “What you think it’ll take to trick Evan into following me into the freezer room?”

Another hit. The same exact spot and Barty can’t help but hiss in pain this time.

Lily simply shakes her head, muttering Hopeless as she leaves.

Rush hour comes and goes.

Barty doesn’t let himself be bothered by the frenzy of it, bobbing his head to his playlist jamming over the old, staticy speakers while servers bustle around him like worker bees.

It’s meditative to him in a way and usually he sort of snaps out of it once it all calms down.

It’s when Evan asks him for leftover containers that Barty is brought back down to earth today.

The other boy is flushed in the face, slightly sweaty and hair messy with what can only be described as the final quarter of an eight hour shift look. It looks unfairly sexy on him.

The take out containers are in the cupboard over Barty’s head to his left side which he made sure to push all the way back during his break earlier.

“Yeah, they’re right here,” Barty says, nodding to the shelf.

“Grab two for me?”

Barty turns back to his meat again, teeth digging into his lower lip, grin straining his cheeks. “Nope.”

There’s nothing for a few seconds, only the background noise of the restaurant, the sizzling oil and Barty’s music.

When he turns again Evan is standing in the middle of the kitchen, rooted to the spot, blinking at Barty once. “‘No’?”

Barty hums, “Yeah, ’m pretty busy right now in case you can’t tell.” He shuffles a strip of bacon around as if to prove his point.

Evan’s eyes narrow, lips twisting into an obscene little pout, “You just have to lift your arm!”

“Sorry, no can do, Rosie baby.”

“You-” Evan huffs, “Hand me the fucking boxes, Crouch.”

“Can’t,” he replies airily, shrugging. “They’re pretty high up, too,” a hum, “I might not even be tall enough. I think you’ll have to walk your devilishly tall ass over here and grab them yourself.”

“Branleur,” Evan spits before reluctantly closing the distance between them.

His amber eyes glower dangerously at Barty and he has to suppress a deeply satisfactory hum, gut tightening and blood thrumming.

Evan yanks at the handle, opening it up to the ceiling before stretching up on his tiptoes to peer into it. He lets out a grumble, presumably at finding the containers to, in fact, be there but pushed all the way to the wall.

He’s only taller than Barty by a bit, an inch or two, maybe three, which means he’s struggling to reach the boxes too.

And it’s glorious and heavenly and so very tempting because Evan’s shirt is riding up in the back and, oh god, he has dimples there. Fuck, Evan has back dimples and they’re approximately half an armslength from Barty’s twitching fingers and it really requires visceral effort not to reach out and dig the pads of his thumbs into them. Push and maybe fold Evan right in half over the counter all together. Lick along his spine and bite into his hip bones, the smooth skin of his stomach, nibble at that one little mole right next to his navel that Barty was once fortunate enough to make acquaintance with and has since rubbed one out to more times than he could count.

When the other boy lifts back down he catches him staring, their eyes snapping to each other instantly.

“Don’t be a perv,” Evan comments, giving Barty a derogative once over and christ, no, don’t do that.

Barty laves his tongue along the corner of his own mouth, collecting spit that was threatening to drool, and uses a quick hand to adjust himself in his jeans.

Evan’s eyes follow his movement, arms crossing in front of his chest and a heavy breath punches out of Barty. He can’t help it, his mind is a powerpoint of all the different things he wants to do to Evan to make him lose this put-on condescending demeanor. Glimpses of the prettiest pair of eyes rolling back, eyebrows scrunching pitifully as Barty sinks into deliciously tight heat.

He desperately needs to get Evan alone with him. “Wanna smoke a blunt with me after closing?” he blurts.

And then Evan suddenly smiles. A downright cute little thing, all coy and syrupy sweet, poisonously candid. So viscous saccharine Barty feels it immobilize him like a glue trap and he groans in anticipation of the fatal blow Evan is about to deliver.

“Sorry, B,” he murmurs innocently, clicking his head, “no can do.”

It glides over Evan’s lips all strained and faux and with the most erotic little pitch Barty’s ears have ever heard.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his semi straining so heavily against the denim it would surely be visible without his own apron.

From one moment to the next Evan’s smile falls, having fulfilled its purpose, and he gives one last snootily look before he whirls on his heels and marches away, takeout containers in hand.

Just over to the other end of the kitchen where he bends down to grab some cutlery with which he will scrape the leftovers from the plate into the aluminum containers.

Doing so, Evan’s shirt rides up again, his ass jutting out and Barty vaguely registers the smell of burnt pork as he commits the muscle shift of Evan’s thighs and back into his memory for later.

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may 2 - prompt: dread - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 338

Barty was always dreading the last day of school, because it meant going back to his father's house. This year, though, he's dreading it even more.

This is his last year at Hogwarts. Once he leaves, he's never coming back. And, without Hogwarts, Merlin knows when he's gonna be able to leave his father's house.

"Barty, I've got news! ... Barty, where the hell are you? BARTY!" That was Evan. Another thing he doesn't want to leave behind.

Stop yapping and get it together, Crouch.

He leaves the bathroom to find Evan, basically vibrating with excitement, pacing around their dorm.

"Barty! I actually did!" The blonde boy exclaims the moment he notices him: "I used the inheretence money to buy a flat. So goodbye, father!"

"Evan, that's amazing!" Barty is actually happy for his boyfriend. Evan's father is just as horrible as his own. Evan though, unlike Barty, got inheritance money from his mother, so he is able to leave.

Barty is truly happy for him, plus he's glad he doesn't have to worry about his lover's well-being anymore.

But the sour thought of wanting to be able tu run away too is still nagging at him.

"What is it?" Evan asks once he notices the slip in Barty's mood. Damn it, Crouch, do you really have to ruin the moment?

"Nothing, sorry. Just- I just thought of how it would be great if I could run away too."

At that, Evan stormed right to him in a matter of seconds, his eyes searching Barty's face for something he didn't seem to find. "Barty, what the hell are you talking about? You're coming with me."

There's no way Evan is telling him what he thinks he's telling him. No way.

"You- you want me to come live with you? In your flat?"

"Crouch Junior, I thought that was a given. Of course I want you to come with me, you idiot," and with that, Evan kissed him.

And really, who is Barty to deny an offer like that?

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barty "i don't care if you're sick, i don't care if you're contagious" crouch jr

evan "i would kiss you even if you were dead" rosier

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"Hear me out he didn't do anything wrong" No! Stop erasing my man's flaws. He did everything wrong and that's why I love him, for all the bad and the worst parts of him

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@rosekillermicrofic // may 2nd - dread // word count - 387

Barty felt like he had been dunked in ice as the mouth of the empty butterbeer bottle pointed towards Evan. Never had he felt such dread at the prospect of being shut in a broom cupboard with someone for seven minutes, but as he’d spun the bottle, Barty had prayed to Merlin that it would land on anyone but Evan. Not because he didn’t want to kiss him, never had he wanted to kiss anyone more, but because he didn’t know how to go back to normal once the time was up.

“We don’t have to-” Barty started, but Evan raised an eyebrow with a smirk as he got to his feet.

“Are you rejecting me, Barty Crouch Jr? Never known you to say no to a quick snog in a broom cupboard before.” For a second, Barty hesitated until Evan held out a hand to help him up. From the corner of his eye, he could see Dorcas watching him, the only person who knew the reason he hadn’t immediately jumped to his feet.

“Of course not, Rosie, you’re right to be so eager.” Normal composure restored, Barty took Evan’s hand and stood up, following him to the broom cupboard and closing the door to start the timer.

It took a minute of Barty awkwardly shuffling about before he stopped ignore the other boy, not wanting to throw himself at Evan and seem desperate to know the taste of his lips. When he looked up, however, Evan was stood close enough that Barty could feel his breath on him. His tongue ran over his bottom lip like a dare, and Barty was never one to turn down a challenge, launching forward and kissing Evan roughly.

Time passed too fast, hands gripping clothing, tugging to keep each other close as lips chased each other until a fist pounded against the door.

“Time’s up!” Regulus shouted through the wood, and Barty expected Evan to step back and shrug, that it had meant nothing but a few minutes of pleasure. But he didn’t.

“Fuck off, Reggie, we’re busy.” Evan called out before kissing Barty again. And that was how seven minutes in heaven got banned in their group, because seven turned into seventeen before they eventually fell out of the cupboard and disappeared towards the dorms hand in hand.

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Evan ‘gaslight gatekeep girlboss’ Rosier

Barty ‘manipulate mansplain manwhore’ Crouch

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Evan: Are you mad?

Barty: No.

Evan: So sharpening knives at 3 in the morning is just a hobby of yours?

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i just want to say that when i find my remus/evan i will be the cuddliest mf to ever exist idc where or why i will hug you and i will be attached to you somehow, i do not kin sirius and barty just from trauma baby

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i had a dream where me and jegulus, wolfstar and rosekiller were doing a heist or stealing something and like when we escaped we did like that kind of montage in action movies where we walk around a lot of people and go unnoticed and then cut to us being in a restaurant but i go to the bathroom while the others are talking but i run into greyback and he immediately goes to inform the police and we run away again and then i woke up

it was soooo good bc i could feel the tension of when we were escaping and moving through people and ohhh i wanna be an actress now

not relevant to the action movie dream but i was in a relationship with rosekiller

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Wolfstar sketches <3

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Me at 3am clicking “keep reading” on the most jaw dropping, earth shattering, pantie dropping, smutty fic when I have to be up in 3 hours

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in this fandom Evan is either portraited as a kinda classy, etheral guy, who doesn't necessarily hate people but doesn't drag any attention to himself on purpose or as an absolute menace, kinda crazy, basically a bit tuned version of Barty

and I honestly love both because they both make sense

thank you for coming to my ted talk

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I have three modes of reading

Dont read

Read a 500 page book in a day

Read only fanfiction until my eyeballs drop out of my skull from exhaustion

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Someone: i have abandonment issues because my parents left and never came back.

Regulus: felt.

A skittle: your parents abandoned you?

Regulus: yes, sirius left. that's what i meant.

—

Someone: losing a child means losing a piece of yourself. you spend years making a home out of your existence just so you can hold the soul of another inside you, and watch them grow. there's a place in your being which you've carved out for someone to fill. when they're gone, that space still aches for what it used to hold.

Sirius: *sniffles*

Peter: did you have a child we never knew about? *is genuinely alarmed*

Sirius: my boy... i left regulus and he's still there with them...

—

Regulus doesn't have abandonment issues. He had sirius abandonment issues. Sirius was never, at one point, a young father. Regulus is just offspring shaped.

Together, they're both trauma alarms.

Here's my writing tag—just a shit ton of Black Brothers microfics, aus, and meta alongside obsessive verbal vomiting about one, Regulus Black.

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a rose for his rosieeeee

| May 1st | Prompt: Rose | Word Count: 343 | @rosekillermicrofic |

“Evan…” Regulus says hesitantly, eyeing him from across the table, “why do you have a rose in your cup?”

Evan doesn’t respond, instead choosing to continue eating as Regulus studies his glass of water—which does, indeed, have a white rose in it.

After several moments, Evan finally decides to acknowledge Reg’s question.

“I didn’t want it to die, now did I?” he says, shrugging as if it’s normal.

Regulus clearly does not agree with this outlook, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. He’s opening his mouth to say something when Barty comes bounding into the Great Hall with his usual amount of swagger, interrupting Reg before he ever gets the chance to speak.

“Evs, you’ll never guess what I did today in Care of Magical Creatures,” Barty says jovially, sliding onto the space next to Evan. Their legs press together, but Barty makes no effort to move away.

“Hmm…” Evan thinks for bit. “Did you set something on fire?”

Barty grins and grabs a bowl of mashed potatoes, beginning to pile food onto his plate.

“No, but I did set free all of the fire crabs we were going to be studying today. Accidentally, of course.”

“You’re joking!” Evan laughs.

“Nope, I did it when the teacher wasn’t looking. It was hysterical.”

Then he pauses, his gaze finally landing upon the contents of Evan’s cup.

“Aw, Rosie, you kept the rose I gave you!”

His eyes crinkle around the edges as he beams at Evan and nudges him with his leg. It does weird things to Evan stomach, who looks down at his plate and smiles softly.

His gaze is pulled up moments later, however, as Regulus puts two and two together.

“Wait,” he says, “you’re the one who’s been giving Evan roses for this entire week?”

Barty just laughs and puts an arm around Evan, who leans into his solid body easily.

“Well, I wouldn’t want my boyfriend to feel neglected, now would I?” Barty says with a devilish grin.

Reg’s mouth drops open.

“Boyfriend?!” he yelps.

Barty and Evan just laugh.

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remus the type of tall person to bend down and put his ear next to ur lips when talking to a short person to ‘hear them better’

whore.

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sirius ugly cries and you can pry that from my cold dead hands