#Rosestarkillerchaser

[ros3kill3r]

The HIT ME HARD AND SOFT album is so marauders era coded you can’t convince me otherwise.

[loveindefinitely]

i love starchaser and i love moonwater and i love wolfstar and i love prongsfoot and i love rosekiller and i love rosestarkiller and i love rosestarkillerchaser and i love moonchaser and i love dorlene and i love marylily and i love dorlily and i love marylene and i love sunrose and i love sunkiller and i love

[regulusblock]

teen Regulus: what's an orgasm?

teen Barty: when you fold paper to make birds and shit

also teen Evan: that's oregano, bitch

[not-rab]

Pandora: The floor's lava!

James: *helping Regulus onto the table*

Barty: *kicks Evan off the sofa*

Dorcas: There are two types of boyfriends

[iloveyoublue]

barty and evan have eachothers bite marks tattooed on their bodies

[yourgalgremlin]

Barty Manifesting His Future Like:

[prongsfish]

the world can kick me, hit me, and spit in my face, but it can never take shipping every combination possible from regulus, james, barty, and evan away from me

[youdrewstarsxaroundmyscars]

Nicknames for the Slytherin Skittles i wish i saw more

Barty: B or Bee

Evan: Ev or Rosie

Dorcas: Cas

Pandora: Dora

[franklysirius]

Band Au where Barty and Evans have each other’s first plectrum around there neck (Pandora put them on a necklace) and at the beginning of each concert they both kiss it and the fans goes crazy, and I’m going crazy too honestly

[incandescentwarmth]

Do you have any rosestarkillerchaser thoughts

Do I??? Also I still cannot get over that ship name 💀💀

Okay so like imagining that James and Evan were gonna be out all day so Barty and Reg decide to get dressed up all pretty as presents to be unwrapped that night when their boyfriends get home. The two of them get distracted though and James and Evan walk in on the two of them making out, so lost in each other that they don’t notice they’re being watched. After watching for a moment they start the teasing words from the doorway “look at you, you fuck like two rabbits. Can’t keep your hands off of each other for even a second can you?” Barty and Reg jump apart and James goes to the former, Evan the latter. “Isn’t that right, bunny? You can’t help yourself can you” James says with his hand around Barty’s throat. Evan is caging Reggie in on the bed, kissing him roughly like Barty just was and grinding his knee, still in his jeans, against Reggie’s lace covered clit and it makes Reg squirm in overstimulation immediately. James and Evan spend the night trading the others back and forth, making Reg come so many times he’s crying and begging for a break while on the other hand, they use Barty without letting him finish, treating him like a sex toy while they get off with him how they want and using him for their own pleasure. Once they’re finished with Barty and Reg can barely form a sentence, they have Barty take a turn with Reg, guiding him to be oh so rough with Reggie who is twitching and whining with every movement. Reg is seeing stars when Barty gets his permission to cum and they both collapse on each other fully spent and exhausted.

[lionmythflower]

Evan leaned against the wall as he glared at Regulus and Barty who were currently making out in the middle of the party. He wasn't quite sure which one of them he was glaring at the moment. He was mad at both of them.

But James Potter walking up to him did not help his anger either.

"What the fuck do you want Potter?" Evan asked without looking over at the boy. Or rather up at the boy. Evan definitely would have had to look up. Potter was tall, and it did not help that Evan was almost as short as regulus.

"Are you going to have a proper conversation with me or are you going to continue starring daggers at the back of regulus' head," Potter asked.

Evan turned his head so fast he almost got a whiplash, his glare now fixed on Potter. "What do you want?" Evan asked again.

"To help you," Potter said honestly.

Evan snorted. "How could you help me."

James shrugged. "You like Barty and I like Regulus."

"And they're dating."

James nodded. "Fake dating."

Evan's cool uncaring anger demeanor changed instantly. "They're what?!" He choked out.

"Fake dating. To make us jealous."

"And how do you know this?" Evan asked, still trying to wrap his mind around it.

"Pete told me."

"Fuck."

You never doubted what Peter Pettigrew said. Ever. Especially about something like this.

James nodded.

"But back to my point, how are you going to help me?" Evan questioned.

"We fake date as well." James proposed.

Evan hesitated. And then he looked over to where Regulus and Barty were dancing and kissing and laughing. Evan looked back at James who was looking at him expectantly.

"I'll do it," Evan replied.

James' face broke into a grin.

"Oh thank merlin!" He exclaimed.

Evan rolled his eyes. "Don't get too excited there, Potter."

"Call me James. We're dating aren't we?" The taller boy said.

Evan couldn't help but laugh.

This was going to be fun.

[sommerregenjuniluft]

evan and regulus frolicking like they're frotting in bed making out sloppy style about to fuck to the sounds of their boyfriends fighting outside

jfkdkfkdkf STOOPPP (this escalated, NSFW)

Regulus comes back into the living room, mug of steaming tea in hand and he rolls his eyes as soon as he, too, hears James and Barty where they're still out on the balcony arguing, cigarettes long stubbed out in the ashtray.

Evan grins, lifting the blanket as Regulus lets himself plop down and snuggles into his side.

“What’s it about this time?”

Evan snorts, nuzzling the black curls behind Regulus’ ear, “You think I know?”

Regulus shakes his head, like a disappointed old grandpa and Evan’s grin widens.

Outside, Barty makes an incredulous noise, half rising from his chair before he sits back down, trying to talk over James’ continuous arguing.

Regulus makes a soft groan in irritation, tipping his head back against Evan's shoulder. There’s a triangle of moles right under the hinge of his sharp jaw, teasing Evan to put his mouth to good use.

“It’s never nothing with the two of them,” Evan murmurs, warm breath ricocheting off Regulus’ skin and back at him.

It makes Regulus tilt his head back down, eyes narrowing and searching for something in Evan’s expression. He hums a little, sinking lower into the cushions and Evan’s embrace.

“Think we should keep ourselves busy, don’t you?” Evan says, catching Regulus’ eyes skipping down to his lips, “Who knows how long they'll be at it this time.”

Regulus doesn’t say anything but he tips his chin up and he lets Evan hook one of his legs over his lap without fuss. Evan watches the line of his throat move when he swallows, “You smell like lemons.”

“And limes,” Evan corrects with a grin. “You're off your game, whiskers. Something distracting you?”

Regulus’ slack expression slips into a glower and Evan chuckles, bumping their noses together. “I spooned some of Barty’s protein yogurt after dinner when he wasn’t looking, too busy nagging at James while they were doing the dishes.”

Regulus snakes a hand under Evan’s t-shirt, caressing the skin, “’s it taste anything good?"

The tiny devil on Evan’s shoulder does a little happy spin, “Why doesn’t the chef try for himself?”

Evan happily swallows the little pant betraying Regulus’ indifference before their lips connect.

He doesn't even have to goad him, their tongues nudging immediately as Regulus eagerly parts his mouth.

It's a wet slide of lips and Regulus’ short nails digging a little desperately into the side of Evan’s ribs when he sucks Regulus’ lower lips between his teeth.

James lets out a loud string of spanish curses outside, slamming a fist into what must be the metal of their balcony railing and Regulus sucks in a breath against Evan’s cheek and oh, is Evan having fun on this beautiful Friday night.

More kissing, hands grabbing and shucking away clothes and when Evan tugs Regulus closer by the hip he makes an entirely too sweet needy noise that goes straight to Evan’s cock.

They keep licking into each others’ mouths, Barty’s and James’ aggravated voices a quiet muffle in the background, and Regulus keeps making these little noises, squirming in place and adjusting his hold on Evan again and again, fingers clenching and unclenching and Evan can’t help himself but grin into the kiss.

It disrupts their rhythm and Regulus makes a complaining grunt that tells Evan he’d roll his eyes right now if he wasn’t currently busy eating Evan’s face off.

He’s so cute Evan wants to take a fucking bite out of him.

Or maybe finger him until he squirts all over the couch.

Evan gives him a lingering kiss on the cheek and then works his way down his neck and Regulus is restless, shifting around and then his fucking knee slides over where Evan is rock hard and he stutters out a truely embarrassing groan for it being a fucking knee.

But Regulus is an angel because he moans in response and slides his fingers into Evan’s bleached curls like it’s second nature whenever he needs something to hold onto.

“Evan,” Regulus speaks up, voice husky and eyes a little glassy when Evan lifts his head to look.

“Reg?” Evan says sweetly, cocking his head, before he goes back to the mark he was about to suck into the pale expanse of his throat.

“I’m– mgh,” Regulus swallows, out of breath, “Can you—”

Evan’s lips twitch into another smile, “Huh? Pardon, I can’t hear you, bébé.”

Regulus huffs but he makes another obscene noise when Evan trails his fingers up the inside of his thigh, dangerously close to where Evan already knows he wants him.

Another of his complaining noises—Evan lets out a snicker against the soft skin and gets a shiver in response—and then, “Want your fingers.”

“Want my fingers, love?” A gentle bite into the tendons of his neck.

Regulus arches, nodding against the cushions, “Please.”

And who is Evan to deny a polite plea as sweet as that of his lover?

Regulus’ sweats, that are actually Barty’s, get discarded. He isn’t even wearing any boxers, nom de dieu, and then Evan is slipping the tip of his middle finger through where Regulus is sinfully slick.

He throws his head back with a moan that Evan feels reverberating down his spine and then Regulus is looking at him with big, silver eyes. Wide and needy and dark brows furrowed and, fuck, so fucking wet for him Evan simply slips in two fingers at once.

And maybe he shouldn’t have. Honestly, should have taken it easy—Usually he’s the last out of the four of them to lose his patience but with Regulus looking at him like that?

Evan presses their lips together, heated and rough, and Regulus welcomes him happily. Makes a high-pitched noise when Evan curls his fingers before starting a slow pace of pumping in and out, thumb drawing slow, teasing circles around his cock.

Suddenly there’s a sharp noise from outside, one of their garden chairs scraping against the tiles of the balcony and then the door flings open.

“—the fuck do you think you’re goin’?”

“If I’m gonna have to listen to your fucking bullshit only one more second I’ll start to get violent, B. Reg is still pissed we didn’t get the blood stains out of the—”

“Fuckin’ pussy. I told you to– oompf,” the sound of someone walking into another body, “James?”

“Shut up.”

“You- fuck you. I’ll—”

“B, look.”

“—fucking destroy you, P- oh.”

Evan peeks over the back of the sofa to see James and Barty standing dumbly in the middle of their living room, expressions slack and balcony door wide open behind them. He crooks his fingers again and Regulus whines brokenly, throwing his head back, mouth parting in a perfect little o and Evan watches James eyes bulge behind his glasses and Barty’s tongue lolling out.

Can’t help himself when he grins menacingly, tilting his head and thumbing over Regulus’ cock again, making the man beside him arch.

“I- you seeing this, Crouch?”

“You fucking bet I am, Jamie.”

“Since when have they- How long were we out there?”

“Dunno but I do know I’m not missing another second of this. Budge up, Rosier. You’re going to get your dick sucked so good.”

“Fine with me as long as you do it ass up,” James murmurs lowly, “Gonna fuck that wrong opinion right out of you.”

Barty scoffs a laugh, “You wish.”

“Then dibs on Regulus riding me.”

“You—”

Evan shakes his head and chases the delectable noise slipping out of Regulus when he slips in a third finger.

[miruloveu]

regulus: ...

Barty: uhm..

Evan: *observe the scene*

James: *stares at Barty*

Barty: uhkmm...

James: *stares barty in the soul*

Barty: potter-

James: I want you to rip out my guts out bite so hard it makes me bleed,I want you tò leave bruises on my skin I WANT YOUR HANDS ON MY NECK CHOOKING ME-

remus: *picks James up like a sack of potatoes* lets go progs we have you meds

regulus:

Barty:

evan:

regulus:..

Barty:...

evan:...

regulus: *horrifying silence*

evan+Barty: was hot

[not-rab]

welcome to the marauders fandom <3

[iloveyoublue]

as a firm regulus/barty/evan being hogwarts roommates believer, if you don’t think regulus had a little sign with the amount of times barty got pushed off the beds for being a little shit ur so wrong

[bloodbruise]

someone commented (it was me) on one of comboy ev’s video saying ‘i could watch u edge that twink for hours’ so naturally evan makes a video edging regulus for um. awhile ig, and barty and james would just be off the side watching and shi and evan would like let them in just to come in reg so ev could fuck him full of cum and reg would just be a sobbing overstimulated mess, any thoughts?

nonnie i think i’m in love with you… actually planning our life together as i type this out.

reg is so mussed up—disheveled. he’s got his head thrown back, eyes closed, and mouth agape, letting out strings of wounded noises. his hands are clutching the sheets in a death grip. after the third time evan brings him to the edge and pulls back he just breaks. evan presses the vibrator back to reg’s abused clit and he’s sobbing. heaving breaths and tears glistening on his face. his hips jerk away and his hand comes down to push at evan’s hand. voice broken and pleading, “evan, it’s too much—please, jamie. fuck—” another sob wracks his body, legs trembling, “jamie i cant, too- too much.”

barty is grabbing his hands though, pressing them into the mattress to keep him from squirming away from the relentless vibration, cooing at how pretty he looks. evan holds the vibrator just above reg’s cunt, looking to james for confirmation. but james leans in, running a soft touch over reg’s forehead, “do you need to safe word?” reg makes a frustrated sound, eyes squeezed shut, head shaking no; sweat trickling from the nape of his neck. james is humming, an over confident lilt to it—like he knew that would be the answer. it makes reg want to cuss him out.

but before he can, james tells evan, “keep going then.” he glances back at reg and adds, “give him two fingers too.” at that reg bites his lip, whimper muffled behind it, and bears down on the intrusion. it’s a heady mix of pleasure-pain. james’s voice is soft but firm to tell him, “you can take it, baby. need it really, i know you do. you’re being such a good boy for us”