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siriuslygay1981 · 1 day
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Barty- You've been tamed
Regulus- I have not been tamed.
Evan- Domesticated
Regulus- I have not--
Barty- Bark, bark,' that's you
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thebibutterflyao3 · 3 days
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Day Twenty-Six - Prompt: Clean. @rosekiller-microfic
March Daily Series - 724 words
TW: Drunken nonsense
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Evan had to admit, Lily Evans was impressive. So impressive that he was considering stealing her from his sister. If only Pandora wasn’t threatening to garrote him in his sleep, he could finally find happiness.
“Be reasonable! If I marry Lily and take her name,” he insisted, patting Lily’s shoulder, “then I will be Evan Evans! We will have an amicable divorce and she can take your name!”
Pandora glared at him over her fourth martini. “Paws off my girlfriend!”
“Hold on, Lily Rosier has a nice ring to it,” Lily mused, her cheeks flushed.
They were potentially five rounds in actually, if he was counting glasses correctly. Evan couldn’t keep track. His mind was adrift in an ocean of whiskey sours.
“See? Lily is on my side!”
Pandora downed the rest of her drink, then hiccuped loudly as she pointed it at Evan. “Pardon me. You do not need to be involved! I can give her my name and you can go hump a log.”
“Hump a log?” Lily giggled.
“Then how do I become Evan Evans? You’re crushing my dreams, Panda!”
“Wait, you call her ‘Panda’ too? I thought that was Regulus’s thing?”
Evan scoffed, “No, no. He says it all sweet and gentle-like. Endearing? Is that it?”
Pandora nodded as she handed him another whiskey from the server. “Yes, endearing. You say it as a prerogative. No, that’s wrong.”
“Pejorative?” Lily guessed.
“That’s the cunt!” Evan cheered, clinking their glasses together. “It’s naughty!”
Pandora snorted martini out of her nose, then yelped at the burn of alcohol in her sinuses. It was shaping up to be a brilliant evening all around. He needed this more than he realised.
“Well, if I’m marrying Pandora for a last name upgrade,” Lily said, holding up a hand to stall his protest, “I think you should do the same for Barty. Poor bloke is carrying around ‘Crouch’ of all names. Seems a bit unfair.”
Evan’s mouth dropped open, but not a single word escaped it. The last thing he’d expected was for Lily to name drop Barty into this conversation. Perhaps, she wasn’t as impressive as he’d first thought.
Pandora choked on an olive and promptly coughed it up in her hand. “What?! Are you drunk?”
Lily glanced between them, then frowned at her empty glass. “Oh, yes. That’s possible.”
“Evan needs a clean slate. He’s staying away from that pickle,” Pandora insisted.
“Prick?” Evan suggested, brows knit together.
“Hard pass.”
Lily burst out laughing and covered her face with her hands. “I cannot breathe! You two are hilarious together.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Pandora teased, kissing her cheek. “Anywaffles, as I was saying.”
“Anywaffles?” Lily choked. She clung to the table’s edge in an attempt to stay on her stool as she swayed.
Pandora rolled her eyes affectionately and patted Lily’s cheek. “My darling, you are too easily amused. To my point, what was my point?”
“Barty.”
“Right, him. No Barty. Pick someone else, anyone else.”
Evan stared at his whiskey pensively. He wasn’t ready to concede defeat just yet, but it did feel rather inevitable. Perhaps, Barty knew it as well.
“What if I don’t want anyone else?” he said quietly. It was meant to be an internal thought, but it slipped free.
Pandora stared at him incredulously, then slapped the table. Several glasses clinked together. “He cheated! And lied!”
“That doesn’t mean he’s scum! People can change!”
Before his sister sniped back, Lily leaned over and kissed her. Pandora flailed, then flung herself into Lily’s lap. They both tumbled to the floor of the pub in a heap of loose limbs and giggles.
“Tease!” Pandora said, swatting Lily playfully.
“You’re so sweet! How can I resist?”
Evan watched the couple’s banter wistfully. He’d had nights like this with Barty. Nights when they’d laughed until they couldn’t breathe. Other nights, they’d stay up until dawn talking about everything and nothing.
He propped his chin in his hand and swirled the gold liquid in his glass. Barty made every night they were together feel special. Like he said, he tried with Evan. That was more than anyone else had.
What if he has changed? What if I was right?
Wales. That was the exception that proved the rule.
Or, it was proof that Barty was a better person when they were together. Perhaps, I am too.
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Barty: welcome to the fuck james potter club. this is a club for people who don't like him. but first, a word from our newest member
Regulus: ...okay so there's been a misunderstanding
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myrows · 8 days
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And a Rosekiller nsfw comic because I love their dynamic hehe
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theprongspotter · 5 months
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Sirius: Gay son or thot daughter?
Evan: You’re literally both.
Barty: He has that two in one pack deal.
Regulus: Child neglect.
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winnienora13 · 1 month
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How the marauders cry:
Mary-trying to save her makeup
Sirius-sniffs and sobs
Peter-gets into the foetus position on the floor,alone,wails and wimpers
Remus-no sound, just cries in silence
Lily-hides her face, doesn’t want anyone to see her cry
Marlene-laughs at herself and is embarrassed, acts like nothing happened
James-blubbering, always alone
Barty-starts getting angry at himself, throws and breaks things
Evan-cries a couple of good tears alone than just goes on with his day like nothing happened
Regulus-single tear kind of crier
Dorcas-feels disgusted with herself, doesn’t let herself cry and just swallows it all down
Pandora-gentle little sobs,tries to be quiet, doesn’t want to bother anyone
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regglilbean · 2 months
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TW : blood ?
insane love
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close ups
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evyltalks · 3 months
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Commission for @/sapphoista on ig
Barty never without a cigarette
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reggies-fake-horcrux · 5 months
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barty has DEFINITELY been bitchslapped before
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my-castles-crumbling · 3 months
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“Stop crying, you slut…”
-Barty, awkwardly trying to comfort Evan
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stareggie · 2 months
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does this give off barty vibes ? i feel like it does…
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siriuslygay1981 · 4 months
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Evan: Oh, would you look at that. It's the bane of my existence
Barty: And here is the light of my life. How are you, sweetheart?
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thebibutterflyao3 · 13 hours
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Day Twenty-Eight - Prompt: Touches @rosekiller-microfic
March Daily Series - 774 words
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Barty drummed his fingers against the steering wheel as he waited. He didn’t know why he was so fidgety. It wasn’t as though he’d never picked up a bird before.
When he was with Evan, he felt like a taxi service half the time since he didn’t drive. Not that he minded when it was Evan. Most of those drives ended with Evan’s head in his lap or his hand down Evan’s pants. Only giving him gentle touches to drive him mad.
He shook his head clear and reprimanded himself to focus. This wasn’t the time for his fantasies. Barty stayed up late on the phone to plan this out. Everything was prepared, he just needed to wait and keep his wits about him.
The clock on his dashboard read 10:40, ten minutes late. She’d said to wait at the kerb, exactly like a taxi service attendant. This was beginning to feel like deja vu.
Don’t you dare.
Suddenly, the passenger door flew open and her pale blonde ponytail nearly slapped him in the face as she climbed in. Barty immediately straightened up in his seat and gripped the steering wheel. His heart pounded against his chest as he waited for her to settle in.
“Alright?” he asked, shifting clumsily.
Pandora arched an eyebrow sceptically, then nodded. “You have twenty minutes to explain yourself, Crouch.”
He cleared his throat as he eased Heather into traffic. Twenty minutes to convince the one person who held the key to his happiness in her hands that he wasn’t the horrible person that he had been with Regulus. This was fine.
“Right, so Lily explained the whole—”
“Keep my future wife’s name out of your mouth, if you value your life.”
Barty swallowed hard and tried again. He and Lily had practised this speech three times, he knew it by heart.
“I meant to say…I-I apologise for how awful I was to Regulus, and to you. I let my insecurities overrule my common sense. It was absolute shite and this is not an attempt to excuse it, I swear. I…fucked up, then kept fucking up to cover up the first fuck up.”
So much for memorising the speech.
He snuck a glance at Pandora. She stared out the window and avoided looking at him. Barty wondered if she was even listening, or if she’d only agreed to this because her girlfriend coerced her into it.
“I should have been honest with Regulus. He deserved to hear the truth, instead of my shite attempt to weasel out of it.”
“What is the truth, Barty? Do you even know?” she snapped. “Why did you cheat on Reg?”
“I knew he was breaking up with me, so I gave him a reason.”
Her head snapped to the right as a deep scowl marred her pretty features. “What does that mean?”
“I heard him talking to you on the phone, Pandora. He told you that I wasn’t his type and that he should have known better than to date below his standards.”
Pandora’s eyes widened, then she looked away. “Well, he had a point.”
“He did,” Barty agreed. He forced back the bile rising in his throat and continued. “And you were both complete snobs about it. Which is why I proved him right. It hurt to hear you two ragging on me. I decided that I’d rather be dumped for fucking up than be discarded like a piece of rubbish.”
“Oh, so it’s our fault then?”
“No. I could have walked away, but I didn’t. I thought I was evening the odds and…I was wrong.”
Pandora eyed him narrowly. “You admit that you were in the wrong?”
“Yes,” Barty said, nodding calmly. “I knew that Regulus was struggling with his self-esteem and I used it to my advantage. It was manipulative and self-serving.”
“But you’re all better now?” she retorted.
Barty sighed, pulling off the road to park behind the building. “I’m better when I’m with Evan because we take care of each other. We’re even. I want to be the best version of myself for him, so I try.”
“You try? That’s it?”
“You don’t understand.” Barty turned off the car and turned to face her. He remembered Lily’s advice and breathed deeply to calm himself first.
“I think…I think I might be in love with him, Pandora. He is the most important person in my life and I would do anything for him. Do you understand how terrifying and amazing that is? I’ve never felt like that before and I’m still figuring it out, but I’m trying.”
Pandora’s jaw worked from side to side as she stared him down. He didn’t flinch, or look away this time. Barty held his ground.
“Fine. I’ll talk to Regulus…and Evan.”
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Regulus: Isn’t it weird that we can’t ride any other animal except horses. Like if horses weren’t a thing, humans would be fucked cause we couldn’t ride any other animals. Like riding animals wouldn’t really be a thing. We should probably be more grateful to horses.
Barty: Elephants.
Regulus: Blocked.
Dorcas: Camels.
Regulus: Extra blocked.
Pandora: Donkeys.
Regulus: Ultra blocked.
Evan: James' dick.
Regulus: …Followed.
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Rosekiller, being the relationship that everyone thinks is a friendship with high sexual tension and waiting for them to confess their feelings and finally start dating.
They have been married for years.
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theprongspotter · 5 months
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Regulus: “What do you want for your birthday?” To kill Barty and then myself.
Barty:
Barty: Why me?
Regulus: Because you’d be livid about reuniting with Sirius in hell.
Sirius: I’M
Sirius: I’M STILL ALIVE???
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