#crouching bees

[child-of-icarus]

Evan: You’ll always be mine, Bee?

Barty: Always, Rosie

Evan: [reaching into his pocket]

Barty: Wait are you fucking proposing??

Evan [pulling out a knife]: What? ‘Course not

Barty: Then what the fuck are you doing?

Evan: Blood oath

Barty:

Barty: Yeah okay

[thesillypolice]

Evan calling Barty b and Barty calling Evan Rosie is literally my favorite thing ever

[gender-thief2]

barty is 100% an overthinker on the inside but whenever someone else is overthinking he’s like “just chill tf out man” like he wasn’t frothing and drooling with rage two hours ago because even said “k” in response to his long ass text

[lettorescrivecose]

Regulus: Is having a penis fun?

Barty: It has its ups and downs.

Evan: Sometimes it’s a little hard.

Pandora: It’s a pain in the ass.

Dorcas: Oh, Jesus, fuck, guys, come on.

[thatonefandomnerd]

Fluffy Rosekiller

I guarantee you that the entirety of the Marauders and Skittles believed that Rosekiller was this solely psychotic, possessive and lust driven couple so when Evan and Barty did something that was considered remotely 'normal in a positive relationship' everyone was completely freaked out

"Hey, Bat, you were at quidditch practice so you didn't grab breakfast, but there's some toast and a granola bar on the side if you want it" He pecked Barty's cheek as he plopped down beside him and nodded to the table next to them – and then Sirius and Marlene are just sat, sharing glances, in absolute horror

Barty sat on the couch in the common room besides Evan and as if they had a secret language he gestured to the blonde's hair and then his lap with his eyes and Evan immediately turned to lie back on his thighs so that Barty could plait or play with his hair – and the entirety of the Skittles and the Marauders stop their conversation completely just to watch the pair in utter confusion and fear.

Evan and Barty were in bed (not fucking, I know where your mind went) sleeping with their limbs practically tied together with how close they were – Dorcas entered in an attempt to find Reg and froze in place, double taking to try and see if they were doing some kinky shit before she took a photo and left to show the others as if to confirm what she saw was true.

Barty was in the library grabbing a couple textbooks for Reg (and himself because I guarantee you Barty was a secret academic) when Evan came over "Oh!- Bee, just remembered, my hair oil's just ran out, can you make a note so I can buy–" "I've already ordered some more, should be coming today" Barty cut him off with a small smile and tucked the books under his arm – Remus and Lily's eyes widened "One, that's adorable and two, I am so confused" Lily muttered and looked at the pair with bewilderment

Barty and Evan each had a vase of flowers (Evan's being skeleton and ghost flowers from Barty and Barty's being black roses from Evan) on their bedside tables from Valentine's Day since that's how they each ended their evening yesterday and had only just put the flowers in vases this morning – James and Regulus woke up (since James had slept in the Slytherin dorms that night) and took a good minute to process the implication of Barty and Evan gifting each other flowers on Valentine's Day since the idea was so absurd

[losver07]

barty: i want to stab you

evan: no, i want to stab you

barty: no, baby, i want—

regulus: *gets up* okay, that's enough

dorcas: what are you doing?

regulus: leaving before i stab both of them to death

[bri-cheeses]

| June 2nd | Prompt: Die | Word count: 452 | @rosekillermicrofic |

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“Evan?” Barty’s voice was hesitant, serious in a way that was rare for him. It was his tone that got Evan to look up from his schoolwork.

“Yeah?”

“I love you,” Barty said.

Evan froze.

Then he stared at the boy across from him, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

But the thing was, it didn’t make sense, those words coming from Barty’s mouth as Evan sat in his bed, meters away from where Barty was sprawled out on his own blankets.

“You—you do?”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Evan wanted to kick himself for the hopeful way in which he had asked the question.

However, he was distracted from the desire as Barty sat up straight, seemingly eager to prove his point.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do. You’re my closest friend.”

And it was from the way Barty said “friend” that Evan instantly knew that he had hoped for too much.

Barty had meant a platonic kind of love.

Of course.

Evan looked back down at his papers, unable to keep looking at Barty as he continued, “I don’t know what I would do without your friendship. And I just thought you should know.”

Evan appreciated the sentiment. Really, he did. He loved being a part of Barty’s life, and even if he did wish it was as more than a friend, he would rather know Barty and be in love with him from the sidelines than not know him at all.

“Thank you,” Evan said.

It was a weak response. Too weak, judging from the way Barty’s posture slumped slightly. But seconds later, he straightened back up, Evan’s mediocre response only seeming to renew his desire to prove the truth of his words from earlier

The weight of Barty’s gaze burned into Evan as he said, “You’re my ride-or-die, Evs.”

They were lovely, wonderful words, but Evan couldn’t stop a corner of his mouth from pulling down. He tried to stop it, he really did, but his emotions couldn’t seem to keep from showing on his face. The only saving grace was that the side of his mouth turned down in a frown was the side away from Barty, meaning that he couldn’t see it.

What he could almost definitely see, however, was Evan’s reluctance to say anything.

“I mean it,” Barty insisted after several seconds of no response from Evan.

And now Evan had to say something.

So, trying to keep the bitterness out of his tone, Evan mumbled back, “Of course, Bee.”

Then, making up some story about a headache, he excused himself from the conversation and closed the curtains around his bed.

He really didn’t want to think about any of it.

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[myrosiemykiller]

[incorrect-maraudersaandco-quotes]

[Regulus took Barty as his plus-one to The Sacred Twenty-Eight gala] Barty: That guy is hot. Regulus: Ew, He's my cousin! Barty: He is? Regulus: Yes, everyone here is my cousin! Barty: Right.

[feminist-cult-following]

sorry but I now am fully committed to the all girls marauder au. it’s like crack. the boys were cool and stuff but everything is better when it’s for the girls and the lesbians!

[bee-closet]

✨Barty on a leash✨

That’s all I have to say, thank you

[child-of-icarus]

Regulus [trying to stop the bleeding]: Okay, rate your pain

Barty, who was just stabbed: Zero stars, would not recommend

Evan: Bee I fucking swear—

[bey0nd-1he-stars]

A little Rosekiller micro fic with an aroace!Evan

Masterlist

“Evan-” Barty’s voice breaks in two and he’s so close to tears by now that it’s making him pissed off. And Evan can see it. He can see it so clearly, because he knows Barty. He knows the boy inside and out, like the back of his hand. And it breaks his heart to not be able to help him. 

Evan’s blonde curls whip around his head as he shakes his head in a “no” and Barty is on the verge of giving up. 

“How can’t you see it, Ev, we’re-” Barty tries and begs, but Evan just can’t do anything about it. He’s not built the right way, something is fundamentally wrong with him and the fact that it’s hurting Barty makes him so angry with himself. Why can’t he just be normal? Why can’t he function like everyone else? What the fuck is the matter with him? 

“Believe me, B-” Evan grabs ahold of Barty’s hands in his, “- I would if I could, but something’s wrong with me and I- I just, I can’t get it to work. I’ve tried so hard to love you Barty, and I do love you, just not- not the way you need me to and for that, I’m so fucking sorry.” Barty has gone quiet and the tears are rolling slowly down his cheeks now. 

“Nothing’s wrong with you, Rosie,” he whispers and swipes a thumb across Evan’s cheek, stroking away the tears that Evan didn’t even notice.  

“Yes there is,” he hiccups, “I don’t get why I don’t- I should love you, the right way, but- I- I don’t know how-” 

Barty shuts him up by harshly pulling him into a hug, pressing their bodies so close together they almost mend into one. And it feels so, so right. It feels too right and Evan is furious that he can’t love Barty the way he deserves. 

“If I could, you’d be it, you’d be the one, but that’s all I can give you, B, and I’m so sorry for it.” 

“Don’t be. You love me more than anyone else ever has, and that’s enough.”

[gender-thief2]

“you signed up for this” is driving me CRAZYY. but. well. i signed up for this.

[lunarlivs]

evan rosier is such a pretty fucking name, for no other reason than to make barty crouch jr sound like an even uglier name

[yonker-tonker]

Nightbird x bumblebee in the sharing a drink pose?

I think you meant the sharing scarf/umbrella one! there isnt one w drinks