#rosekiller are looking for a third

[lulublack90]

Prompt 29 - Ignore

@jegulus-microfic July 29, Word count 777

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The morning rush eventually quietened down and Remus came out from behind his counter to join them for a well-earned coffee.

“Lovely to see you again, Regulus,” Remus beamed at him. 

“It’s lovely to see you again too, Remus,” Regulus returned, equally smiley.

“You look exceptionally clean if you don’t mind me saying,” Remus said, trying to keep a straight face. That’s when James cottoned on that their conversation was aimed at winding Sirius up. It seemed Regulus bought out that side of Remus. 

“Oh, yes, the shower at my friend’s flat is outstanding, with plenty of room and perfect pressure. James and I could have had twice as many shower partners in with us and still had room.” Regulus and Remus kept peeking out of the corners of their eyes to see how insane Sirius was getting.

“Really? Sounds like a very well-thought-out space. I may join you next time if it really is that spacious.” Sirius’s left eye began to twitch. James looked around the café and realised that the majority of the seated customers were either listening to their conversation or watching Sirius’s face get steadily redder. An exploding Sirius wasn’t a new concept to their regulars. He had quite a following on TicTok, not that he knew about it. Some of his clientele filmed him when he went off on one and posted them on th site.  James was their number one fan. He spotted a squat man trying to sneakily film the conversation. Judging by the phone case that had a cartoon rat on it, this was the infamous Wormtail. He filmed and shared a lot of videos of people shouting and Sirius was his favourite muse.

“Evan and Barty would love that. But just a warning, they are looking for a third,” That was the final straw, Sirius blew up.

“Twice! Twice you’ve been in here. I haven’t seen you for five years. You come back and the first thing you do is steal my best friend, and now you’re trying to set my boyfriend up?! Nope, you can go straight back to that house of horrors you call home!” Sirius raged across the café. Regulus froze. He ducked his head and whispered. 

“No,” It was just like earlier when James had mentioned Grimmauld Place. 

“Hey, Sirius, stop, yeah,” James put his hand up, trying to get Sirius to leave him alone. 

“No, he can’t just come here and upset everything then go back to Mumsie and Dadsies as if nothing happened.” Sirius stomped across the room. Remus looked at Regulus’s reaction and tried to stop Sirius himself. 

“Hey, sweetheart, let’s stop, yeah. James and Regulus are going now anyway.” Remus stood up and tried to herd Sirius back into the kitchen. James grabbed Regulus’s hand and forced the tense man to his feet. 

“Yeah, go on then, baby brother, go on home to your precious mummy and daddy.” Sirius sneered at him. Regulus turned back to look at Sirius, tears in his eyes. 

“I can't, they kicked me out,” Regulus choked. James couldn’t believe he’d missed that. How had he not realised? They’d seen each other every day. But Regulus never spoke about his parents, unlike James, who could talk about his wonderful parents until the cows came home. Sirius walked purposefully across the small space, all anger and annoyance forgotten. He wrapped Regulus in a hug the second he was close enough and held him tightly. 

“I’m so sorry, Reggie,” He murmured. Regulus stood still with a shocked expression covering his face. Eventually, he relaxed into the hug and held his brother close. “There's a flat upstairs, above the café. It’s yours if you want it,” Sirius told him. Regulus pulled his head back. 

“Really? You’d do that for me?” He snuffled and wiped away the tear-lines from his face. “Even if I take James up there to shag,” A halfhearted smile tugged at the corner of his lips. 

“Had to spoil this beautiful moment, didn’t you?” Sirius barked out a laugh and ruffled Regulus’s hair. He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and took one off. “Here,” He said, handing the key over. “Do not make me regret this,” He warned. 

James, ever the gentleman, scooped Regulus up into his arms bridal style.

“Come on, love. I want to hear more about this shagging. Sounds fun,” The customers in the shop clapped and cheered them off as James carried Regulus through to the back and up the little staircase to the flat above. 

“I’m already regretting this!” Sirius shouted after them. But they both chose to ignore him and get acquainted with Regulus’s new home.

Next part

[coyotelip]

rosekiller microfic: never || @rosekillermicrofic || wc: 383

“So… hypothetically.” Barty clears his throat after saying this to get Evan's full attention, who is already starting to fall asleep on the pillow next to him. “Hypothetically, if one day our child asks us how we started our… relationship,” Barty stumbles over the word, still not used to the status he and Evan have achieved. Even a few months later. “So what would you say?”

Evan's bright blue eyes sparkle as he looks at his boyfriend closely. Barty can practically see the words in his head forming into the cruel joke he's about to say.

But Evan asks briefly, “A child?” with a raised eyebrow.

“Hypothetically,” Barty insists for the third time, already regretting voicing his thoughts. Well, it's not the first time that his barriers have been completely lowered right after sex, and a much larger percentage of what's been going on in his head has come out.

“I should probably be proud that my cock is making you think about kids so soon,” and the smile on Evan's lips is truly smug. He props his head up with his hand to hover over Barty.

The latter rolls his eyes and picks up one of the small pillows to slap Evan across the face, hoping to get his mind back on track. “To the point, Rosier. What would you say?”

“What's wrong with the truth?” the smile didn't disappear from Evan's face.

“The truth? You mean you want to tell our little hypothetical daughter, 'Hey, you know, your daddy and I once had a bet about which of us would lose our virginity first and almost tore each other's throats out in the process. But then your Uncle Reggie joked that if we slept together, it would actually be a draw. But you know how no one gets Uncle Reggie's jokes, so we took it as an option and slept with each other'? Is that okay with you?”

With every word he says, Evan's chest heaves with silent laughter until he throws his head back and allows himself to laugh out loud. Tears form in the corners of his eyes and he shakes his head, “No, I will never let you tell our children that story, oh goddess. Never.”

“Hypothetical children,” Barty replied, not so sure, his brow furrowed.

[heaven4lostgirls]

hi!! i was curious if you would write something that starts out with barty x reader and evan is just friends with both of them before feeling like he’s impeding on their relationship (a little bit angsty if you’re comfortable with that) but barty and reader tell him that he’s not impeding at all and they’re actually very interested in him joining their relationship (totes no worries if not!!)

pairing: poly!rosekiller x reader

summary: request above!

word count: 1.8k

a/n: thank you for your your request, this somehow came much easier to me than i thought it would? (i’m blaming the fact that they have been consuming my every thought since last week) not proofread btw

evan’s not sure when it started, when it started feeling less like evan hanging out with two of his close friends and more like evan third wheeling two of his closest friends.

he dislikes it, the change. it makes him feel silly, why does he want to spend this much time with two people who obviously have no obligation to him outside of friendship? (and why does he wish that would change?)

he watches you and barty stroll ahead of him in the streets of hogsmeade, inhibiting himself from increasing his walking speed to catch up to the two of you, to join in the boisterous laughter that you two share.

instead, he lets himself watch longingly of what he so wishes was his future. his eyes travel along the landscape of the small town, always finding his eyes making their way back to your shared figures ahead of him.

your hair catching the orange glare of the setting sun, comparable in brightness to the smile on barty’s face as he listens to you babble nonsensically about a novel you had been reading.

evan allows himself only a single moment to mourn, mourn a love he had never really had in the first place, but nonetheless mourn the loss.

he knew he could never tell either of you of his feelings, he had watched the both of you fall in love, the shared glances, lingering touches and lovesick gazes.

all of which he longed to experience yet knew that neither of you would ever reciprocate his feelings. so he tortured himself in spending his free time with you both, to limit suspicion, but ever so slightly, pulling away, tending to walk behind the both of you, instead of with, sitting behind the two of you in class but always paired with another classmate for projects. studying with the two of you in the library, but always leaving early with one or more excuses.

barty and you had noticed, of course you had, but chalked it up to evan only adjusting to the shift in dynamic between your trio. you both missed him dearly but never asked for him to stay in fear of pushing him further away.

and thus, in a viscious cycle, the three of you drifted further apart than ever before, each party too afraid of admitting that they missed the other and impeaching on unconscious boundaries.

however, as you and barty walk down hogsmeade, evan trailing behind the two of you like a glorified guard dog rather than your best friend, you murmur to your lover, “we need to talk to him” with a sad look.

barty turns to you with furrowed eyebrows, “what if he doesn’t want to talk?” he says and you can’t help but turn and pitifully look back at evan’s bored yet slightly sad expression.

“we have to try, i-we can’t lose him” you emphasize and barty nods in understanding before placing a hand on your cheek.

“we’ll talk with him when we reach the castle, okay angel?” he says with a soft murmur, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. you hum in acknowledgement before closing your eyes.

evan’s heart clenches at the sight of the two of you, so perfectly fit together, how could he ever compete? not that he wanted to, but he knew deep down that he would never be what either of you wanted nor needed and it was better to cut his losses than to have his heart broken unexpectedly.

as you reach the castle, you all make your way to the slytherin common room and up to barty and evan’s shared dorm. evan is about to make an excuse about studying in the library to avoid being alone with you two but before he can make his escape, your voice breaks the silence in the empty dorm.

“evan.” your tone is soft and calming, yet evan’s heart drops to his stomach, clenching painfully as he closes his eyes in an “oh fuck” moment.

he turns to you with a fake smile, beckoning you to continue, hoping whatever you’re going to say, it isn’t what he thinks it is.

“what’s going on?” so it’s exactly what he thinks it is, he doesn’t have to play into this, he doesn’t have to give you the answers you seek- “what’s what?” he asks as he shrugs, faking nonchalance at the situation.

you and barty share a look that has evan clenching his jaw, “you’re pulling away from us!” you accuse him. the silence that follows is defeaning, the only sound is evan’s sharp intake of breath.

“we don’t have to talk about this-“ evan says quickly as he looks alarmed at the both of you before barty scoffs.

“yes we fucking do” and there’s a ‘don’t argue with me’ tone in his voice. evan only avoids his gaze as he looks at his shoes and shrugs once again.

“it doesn’t matter-“ he says again with an avoidant tone, barty only growls in annoyance. “yes it fucking does evan! we miss you!” barty states loudly and evan can’t help but flinch as he meekly looks up and meets barty’s gaze.

you clench your jaw in hope that it stops the tears from welling in your eyes. “did we do something? to-make you uncomfortable?” your voice breaks midway and evan’s wide eyed gaze jumps to yours in alarm and worry at the tears in your eyes.

“no!-no.” he shakes his head with wide eyes, “fuck.” he says as he looks down again and blows out a breath as he rakes a hand through his messy blonde hair.

“it’s just-“ he blows out a frustrated breath. “i can’t do this” he shakes his head as his voice wobbles, you look at barty whose gaze is swimming in worry.

“evan” barty starts softly, in the same tone he uses just for you, evan flinches as he hears it and shakes his head again, this time more frantically as he pulls at his roots.

he looks at barty in an almost manic movement, looking comparably to a rabid animal backed into a corner. “don’t-“ he starts as he chokes up, “don’t use that fucking tone” he says as he wraps his arms around himself. “not-not when you use it with her, not when i know it doesn’t mean the same as thing” he stammers out as he backs himself more into the wall.

“evan” barty’s eyes soften and you look at him again before deciding to walk closer to evan, “is that what this is about?” you ask softly, your heart clenching as he withdraws from you further, not letting you come any further towards him.

“what else could it possibly be about!” he cries out and looks at the two of you, gaze jumping from both of your figures as tears fall steadily past his pale cheeks.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did-”

“evan..”

“-and i tried to pull away but it just kept getting worse and you guys started noticing but didn’t say anything-”

“evan.”

“-i was trying to get over it, it was only a small crush! i would have never broken that boundary between the two of you-”

“EVAN!” the yell breaks evan out of his rambling as he looks at barty in shock.

“why didn’t you tell us?” you ask softly as your lip wobbles, your arms finding their way around your midsection in an attempt to self soothe your anxiety.

“tell you?!” evan cries incredulously as if the idea was implausible. “yes” barty says stiffly. “because you two are together?! and you don’t feel the same! which is understandable because i’m not really anything you should want but!-”

“who said we didn’t like you?” barty asks sternly and evan’s almost ramble is cut short as he looks at barty dumbfounded before turning his gaze to look at you as if to ask ‘did you just hear what your boyfriend just said or am i going insane?’ to which you look pointedly at him.

“well?” you prompt with a quirked brow, still somewhat shaking from the fear bubbling under your skin.

“well- i mean- nobody? but it’s implied when two people are in a committed relationship that they’re not really on the market anymore-“ evan starts before you butt in,“we’re not.”

you say helpfully before evan nods in acquiescence, “see!-so you would never-!”

“that doesn’t include you love” barty says with a huff, but you can tell by his voice there’s a small smile on his face as he watches evan struggle to come to terms with what your boyfriend is saying.

“you-? you two- want me?!” he asks, eyes widening and posture tensing. barty and you turn to each other with shared smiles before you turn to evan with a small shrug with a grin blooming over your face, “always have” you admit shyly and watch as evan blanches.

“uh-“ evan looks between the two of you, speechless.

“i’m going to walk up to you now love, i’d appreciate it if you’d let me hug you love, because if you don’t it might just break my heart” barty jokes with smirk before taking slow and cautious steps towards evan’s figure in the corner of the dorm.

evan allows himself to be comforted by the familiarity of barty’s arms around him, he melts into the hug as he exhales a breath of relief. he opens his eyes to meet your gaze behind barty’s back as you watch the two of them with a gentle smile on your face.

evan taps barty’s shoulder in a gentle touch to ask if he can let him go, barty pulls away slowly before looking into evan’s gaze, “i’m not good with communicating what i want, for that i’m sorry, but as far as i’ve been concerned, you’ve been mine since fourth year.” barty admits with heat in his gaze and evan’s mouth drops open as the other boy pulls away nonchalantly and walks back over to his bed on the other side of the dorm.

“you like me” evan states dumbly as he looks at you and you can’t help but have a small laugh at his expense before walking over to him in less cautious steps in comparison to barty, “seems so” you murmur as you stand in front of him with a small smile, letting him have the freedom to make the first move, should he choose to.

he blows out a breath before nodding and placing a hand on your cheek as he gazes into your eyes with adoration, leaning down and pressing his forehead to yours. he closes his eyes and breathes in deeply before you’re pulled into a comforting embrace. you slowly wrap your arms around his waist.

you both stand in a comfortable silence before barty’s voice breaks the silence, “can you two come and do that on the bed before i go and complain to regulus about being neglected?” he complains from the middle of his bed.

you two pull away and share a humorous glance before you walk hand in hand to his bed.

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Nap now book later

Barbie dolls: Moonwater x gn! Reader

Word: 1.3k

Summary: you’ve been studying too much so your boyfriends pull you from it and make you take a nap

Warnings: regulus has anxiety, uh, regulus gets bullied by the portraits, one singular joke Abt not trusting Peter take it or leave it, tiny mention of rosekiller sorry partyvan fans 💔, regulus has a really hard day, you study too much, possible meal skippage, supposed to be Abt finals but we're kinda pass that so just pretend, dude I think that's it

Remus wasn't exactly one to stress out about his partners’ whereabouts. They usually found their way to him or vice versa. Regulus was particularly elusive so it was more like chasing a puff of smoke than it was trying to find your lovely boyfriend. Remus found comfort in knowing that, if he truly needed to, he could just look at the map.

The simplicity of his day was lifting his lips into a soft smile. He woke up at an acceptable time, not interrupted but James' loud singing. Shockingly. He made it to breakfast and couldn't be happier with Regulus tucked into his side grumbling away about his day. Remus spent some time in the library, picking out new books. Now, he was resting under a large tree, starting one of his new books. He couldn't put his finger on the last time he felt this relaxed on a weekend. 

Regulus was the kind to stress out about his partners’ whereabouts. He worried they'd get into detention, or get into a fight, or trouble, get lost in the forest, drown in the Black Lake, or somehow find a sinkhole.

This morning wasn't so bad. He woke up with Barty in his bed, though Regulus had told Barty to sleep with Evan if he had a nightmare. Crouch wasn't the type to follow instructions it appears. Much worse Barty had been playing with Regulus' hair the whole night. Now his curls were all tangled and pulled.

After Regulus managed to make his hair look moderately acceptable he found his way downstairs to the Great Hall. He plopped next to Remus already complaining about the whole ordeal. How unfortunate it was, Regulus would have to cut Barty's fingers off. It was the only solution. Nothing else could solve this.

Then after breakfast, he tried to calm his nerves with a walk to the Lake but then all he could think about was where you were. You could be anywhere in the entire castle. You hadn't shown up for breakfast. He hadn't seen you anywhere really. Sure it was the weekend but you usually appeared by now. 

Thus, Regulus started frantically searching the castle for you. He whipped his head around every corner, startling a young third-year blossoming couple away from each other.

Regulus asked the portraits, getting nothing but a few of them calling him mean names. One of them made fun of his shoes and he thought of taking it off the wall and throwing it. Eventually after exhausting himself and raising his anxiety to extreme levels, he decided to find Remus and ask him. Regulus knew Remus’ schedule like the back of his hand. The other hand was dedicated to your schedule, of course. Regulus knew it was a weekend but Remus still had routines. Deciphering Remus' location was easy enough. So as soon as Regulus caught a glimpse of Remus' curls under the big tree in the courtyard, he started sprinting towards Remus. 

The loud crunching of leaves is what startled Remus from his book, looking up to find Regulus huffing and puffing right next to him. Remus jumped a little, shocked Regulus was so close already. Remus closed his book and let out a huff, gently reaching out for Regulus. He slid his hand behind Regulus’ calf, staring up at the crazed pale gray eyes. 

“Hello Baby, you alright?” Remus asked. Regulus quickly shook his head, his curls flying this way and that. Remus hummed, it was often Regulus struggled with his anxiety. Regulus let out another huff, finally catching his breath. 

“Do you have the map on you?” Regulus asked, still looking over his shoulders for you. Remus nodded. 

“It's not like I’m giving it to Peter. Can't trust him with his food around stuff like that. He'll get stains on it. Don't even get me started on Sirius.” Remus said, still massaging the back of Regulus’ calf. Regulus huffed and stuck his hands out. Remus took the sign for him to pull the map out already, leaning it over to his school bag. He dug through the contents before finally finding the map and holding it up. Regulus let out a sigh and flopped onto the ground next to Remus. Remus pointed his wand at the map and pulled it open. Luckily it was just cold enough for most students to stay inside. Remus saw a straggler wandering by the other side of the courtyard but they weren't close enough to see anything of importance. 

Regulus’ eyes scanned the map, searching for your name and footprints. Remus stared blankly at the map, not sure who exactly they were looking for. Like a flash of light, Regulus' hand jumped out a gasp flying past his lips. His finger slammed into the map, a crinkling sound following it. Remus looked at it, finding your name. He frowned as Regulus pushed himself off the ground, speed walking off towards the exit of the courtyard. 

Remus quickly followed after him, swinging his bag onto his shoulder and crumpling the map to his chest. Regulus swerved through the halls, bordering sprinting. Remus followed after him, trying to keep his pace but ultimately falling behind. Regulus swung open the Library doors, slipping in and forgetting his boyfriend behind him. Remus sighed and followed suit, pulling open the Library door. 

Remus quietly followed Regulus’ warpath, awkwardly waving at the librarian on the way in. She rolled her eyes and returned to pulling books from the return. Remus skipped ahead, turning the corner to find Regulus standing next to a form that looked quite familiar. Regulus found you. Studying. Still. If his memory serves him right, you left dinner early yesterday to get started. He guessed you probably got kicked out of the Library around curfew and came back to hit the books before breakfast. 

Of course, they both noticed you were studying a lot but they hadn't realized just how bad it was. A little studying was good, a nice few hours was even better, but almost full days? 

Your head was resting on your arm, over a page of review questions. Open books were scattered around you, and your quill was limp in your hand. Remus hated the mess showing off the frantic studying you were putting yourself through. Regulus probably felt similar, glancing over his shoulder to send Remus a look. Regulus dipped down, kissing your cheek and lightly shaking your shoulder. You pulled your head up slowly. Your eyes were still squinted, glancing around the Library to find whoever woke you up. 

“Hello, amour. How long have you been studying?” Regulus asked, rubbing the back of your neck. You leaned back in your chair, stretching your arms up as you yawned. Regulus hummed, trying to urge you to answer his question. You shook your head, rubbing the sleep from your face. You looked up to Regulus, furrowing your eyebrows. 

“How long have you been studying, darling?” Remus asked. You grimaced, scrunching up your nose. You sighed and looked down at the spread of books and pages on your table. 

“Um since this morning.” You answered, picking up your quill again. Regulus leaned forward, snatching the quill from your hand. You groaned, reaching for it. Regulus stuck his arm out towards Remus. Remus took the quill, hiding it behind his back. You rolled your eyes and looked back at your books. Remus joined Regulus at his side, keeping the quill away from you. 

“Have you taken any breaks today?” Regulus asked. Your eye darted at him from the side. You stayed silent, pretending like you didn’t hear him. That was plenty of an answer for Remus. Remus leaned forward, closing the book in front of you. You scoffed. 

“I need to study. I have to be ready for the tests.” You said, trying to open the book again. Remus pressed his palm into the cover of the book, making sure you couldn’t open it. You glared at Remus, deciding to pick another book. You opened a history one next to you. Regulus reached over and pulled the book from your hands. You let out a sigh and sat back. 

“Darling, you’re going to do fine. Don’t you know that? You’ve been studying for days. You need to take a break, my love.” Remus said. Regulus held onto your hands, tugging you up from the chair. You complained on the way up yet still let Regulus pull you. Remus pulled his wand from his bag, swishing it at your library table. You paused in your complaints to Regulus, watching the books and papers order themselves into a neat stack. The stack lifted itself from the table, floating to Remus’ side. 

“Let’s go take a nap, mon amour,” Regulus whispered. You furrowed your brows and rolled your eyes at him. Your hands were still trapped in his hold. Regulus dropped one of your hands. You intertwined your fingers with him as he pulled you forward towards the Library exit. Remus followed after you two, steering the stack of books with his wand. 

Regulus tucked you into bed, scooting in behind you. He cradled you in his arms, holding you tightly. Remus set your belongings down before joining you two. He saddled in on the other side of you, cupping your face and smacking a kiss on your forehead. He hoped it would travel through that thick skull of yours and calm your worried brain.  You hummed and leaned closer to him, slipping an arm around his waist. You pressed your cheek into his chest. Remus cooed, holding on to the back of your head. Regulus looked at Remus over your shoulder, giving him a proud, though small, smile. You were resting. Later they’d hide your books so you couldn’t study for the rest of the day. 

[fictionalsimp09]

Slut - Rosekiller (background Jegulus, Wolfstar & Dorlene) - @taylorswiftmicrofic - 357 words - AO3

The two friend groups have merged for the night, everyone wanting to get know Regulus and Dorcas’ new partners. The party was going well, at least there hasn’t been a fight yet, which Barty made no promises about. Regulus will take that as a win. 

As the evening progressed, everyone became more and more drunk, and someone suggested they play a game of truth of dare like they are twelve years old. They gather in a circle in Remus’ and his brother’s small living room, and he somehow manages to bag the armchair, with James sitting between his legs on the floor. 

“Truth or truth, Barty?” Pandora says after the third round. “You can’t keep choosing dare.” 

“Fine, truth then,” he scowls at her. 

“How many people have you slept with?” Sirius asks. 

“I don’t know.” 

“You don’t know?” 

“I kind of lost count after the…eighth.” 

Everyone murmurs - pretty loudly due to the large amounts of alcohol in everyone’s system - and swears he hears someone call him a slut good-naturedly. Barty grins at the attention, and Regulus notices Evan shift uncomfortably beside his friend. 

“Okay, Evan,” he exclaims once everyone has quietened down a bit, smirking as a plan forms in his mind to finally get these two to stop ignoring their feelings for each other. “Truth or dare?” 

He scrutinises his expression, knowing he’s planning something. “Dare,” he eventually decides. 

“I dare you to kiss Barty.” 

“Truth.” 

“Who do you have a crush on?” 

“Fuck you,” Evan spits as he abruptly leaves the group, and Barty follows him into the bedroom. 

“Love, you didn’t have to be so…direct,” James says after a while. 

“Didn’t you tell me Sirius and Remus got together in a similar fashion? Now look at them.” 

“He has a point,” Remus shrugs. “And it’s obvious they’re both crazy for each other.” 

Indistinct voices shout from the next room and they all brace for violence, but Regulus’ face twists in disgust as something - or someone - slams against the wall and moans. “Well,” he picks up his plastic cup full of whisky, downing what’s left of it, “my plan worked.” 

[klarolinexluv]

Acespec Regulus Black who is in a sort of relationship with Barty Crouch Jr and Evan Rosier.

The Unholy Trinity are like the IT boys from Slytherin. Almost everyone has had a crush on one of them at some point. Nobody has ever been accepted on a date by them.

There are constant rumours about them, why they won’t date anyone, why they are always together, etc.

Barty has had the biggest crush on Regulus since first year, since the moment he laid eyes on him. He has been half in love with Evan since Evan spiked his pumpkin juice with some weird elixir that made his hair a dark green for 24 hrs in second year - it made him laugh. Evan is the one that helped him dye his hair black with green tips in third year and helped him maintain the colour ever since. Regulus helped Barty keep his hair healthy, Regulus also helped Barty with his father because Regulus understands him in that respect. Bartylus bond over their strained family relationships.

Evan keeps his feelings a lot closer to his chest… Evan is very protective over Regulus since they were kids - having seen each other a lot growing up. He is also protective over Barty but that doesn’t happen straight away. Evan’s feelings for Barty were very complicated, Evan despised Barty in first year for a while because of how he acted around Regulus (Regulus didn’t really notice)… Evan’s feelings didn’t really change until he saw Barty upset over a letter from his dad… Evan pretended not to notice the letter, pretended everything was okay for days - Barty was moping for the whole time - until Evan spiked his pumpkin juice in second year.

Evan is a lot closer to Regulus than Barty for a while, but Regulus wouldn’t have considered him a friend. Infact, Regulus would not consider either of his dormmates his friends for a long time. In his head, he would refer to them as “allies”, “dormmates”, “housemates”, but never friends, he would not have even thought of them being friends because he’s never really had them before.

2nd year is where things changed for Regulus. Regulus noticed how Barty becomes closed off, a little more abrasive, agitated, on edge, etc, after receiving a letter from his father and how he relaxed and smiled and was generally more upbeat after receiving a letter from his mother.

Regulus doesn’t really remember when or why it happened, but he remembers climbing into Barty’s bed one night, perhaps after a nightmare and finding Barty crying with a letter in hand from his father behind his bed curtains with a silence charm in place.

Regulus wouldn’t ask about it, he would just do what Sirius has done to him. He pulled Barty into his chest and held him whilst he sobbed.

That was the beginning of the Bartylus friendship.

Evan and Regulus grow closer than before over looking after Barty.

5th year is ALL the drama.

The sexual tension between Rosekiller snaps and they hook up all the time. They are constantly driving each other insane in public with words and barely there touches. It’s not obvious to anyone but Regulus. Behind closed doors, rosekiller are attacking each others mouths and bodies. Regulus usually leaving the room when it happens whilst he is present.

Barty and Evan don’t mean to do it, but Regulus starts to feel like he is on the outside of their relationship. Regulus starts distancing himself. He is happy for them, he doesn’t really understand it but he is happy for them.

Rosekiller truely don’t notice Regulus drifting away at first. It’s not until they are having a deep conversation after a hook up, cuddling together in Evan’s bed, that they both realise it, and the depth of their feelings for Regulus.

The three of them, in a perfect world would sit down and have a conversation but it’s Barty and Evan and Regulus.

Rosekiller try to invite Regulus to join them. Making suggestive comments, giving him hints, touching him more (not inappropriately, just like ruffling his hair, or an arm over the shoulder).

Regulus feels little sexual attraction so he is a very confused boy. He doesn’t understand what he is feeling. He doesn’t understand what Evan and Barty and doing to him. He actually resents them for it.

Regulus ends up blowing up at them, yelling at them, cursing them out. He actualy ends up begging them to stop it. And all his feelings just come spilling from his lips.

Barty doesn’t understand at first. He thinks that Regulus is saying that he doesn’t want them so Barty gets a little upset, like sad. Avoiding eye contact, being quieter, etc.

Evan however, is a little more understanding. Maybe it’s because he has known Regulus for so long that he is able to understand better what Regulus is trying to say. Evan asks questions kindly, reassuringly. He helps coax Regulus out of the shell he has put himself in.

Evan is the one that gets Regulus to admit the base of his feelings.

Barty is then able to understand once Regulus has confessed.

They learn that Regulus doesn’t feel much sexual attraction and he is struggling to understand that he feels some for Barty and Evan, however Regulus has not realised that that is what he feels.

Anyway… eventually they work it out. Regulus agrees to go out with them.

Their little trio solidifies back into that IT boys of Slytherin and they are closer than ever.

Regulus sometimes joins them when they hook up, sometimes he just watches, sometimes he leaves the room, sometimes he closes his bed curtains and puts up a silencing charm.

Nothings changed for them, Everything has changed for them.

They are Regulus, Barty and Evan.

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I have...another rosekiller microfic

something something...evan's in the hospital cos he tried to unsubscribe himself from life and barty visits him or whatever. enjoy, lads

*****

By the third week of Evan’s hospital  stay, the receptionists all knew Barty’s face. Every single one of them, no matter which shift he came to visit. They also all knew, with the ease that only came from familiarity, how each encounter would go when he showed up at their office down to a tee. 

Good morning, Linda or Harvey or Imogen or whoever was at the front desk that day. He was here to see Evan, right? Why, yes he was. Well, we’ll phone his doctor, but there’s no promise he’ll be willing to see visitors. 

And he never was. Poor Linda or Harvey or Imogen would press their little button to call the main phone line to connect to one of the hospital psychiatrists, and Barty knew every time from the way their face fell just the smallest bit after a moment or two, that he was going to have to turn right back around and head out the way he had just come not five minutes before. He wasn’t ever mad. Hell, he knew how much the hospital sucked, and he probably wouldn’t want to see anyone if their roles were reversed.

Except that that didn’t stop it from stinging just a little bit when he got that same, “I’m sorry, looks like Evan’s not seeing visitors today,” that he did every other fucking time.

So to say that his hopes weren’t very high when he once more sauntered into the same lobby he’d frequented for nearly a month with no success would have been an understatement. He led himself down the hall that technically joined with the patient dorms just as he normally did and stopped at the plain grey receptionist desk yet again.

“Diedre,” he winked at the middle aged woman he was by an adequately familiar face to.

“Barty,” she smiled kindly upon seeing him, “Here for Evan again, I expect?”

“Always,” Barty replied. He went for a smile and a tone that was far more lighthearted and hopeful than he felt. 

He picked at a loose bit of skin on his thumb while Deidre punched in the numbers to call the main line. It rang just once before a doctor picked up.

“Hi there,” Deidre said in that same sickly sweet professionalism voice all the receptionists had, “Is Evan-”

“Barty?”

That voice. Oh, here was a definite risk of neck damage in the way Barty whirled around at that voice. He went nearly lightheaded to hear it, turning in the direction it came from and stopping frozen in place when he found him. 

In pretty much every way, Evan looked the same. Same bleached locks (though the rings and crystals he’d put in had been removed), a pair of grey sweatpants and a Slipknot jumper that Barty had absolutely seen him in before, same neon green nail polish he’d put on last week that was still hanging in there somehow. He was just Evan Rosier, his Rosie.

“Evan,” he breathed. Like the word was puched out of his chest.

Evan’s face was painfully blank for a heartbeat or two, then it crumpled, “Oh shit, Barty.”

Barty didn’t even bother to wait for Deidre’s permission to run to him, and no one would have been able to stop him even if there had been an issue. Evan stumbled, tripped on those damn yellow socks with the rubber on the soles, and fell the rest of the way into Barty’s arms. He caught him, crushed him close, and decided he would never ever let go. This was where he would spend the rest of his life; in this bleached fucking hospital hallway, holding onto Evan Rosier for dear life. 

He didn’t even realise he’d gone misty eyed until he turned his face to tuck it into Evan’s neck and he felt the damp fabric. He breathed him in. Tried to convert him to memory - every single piece and part of him. He really felt like he might slip away if anyone took Evan from him now. 

“Fuck, I missed you,” he whispered into the barely there space between them.

There wasn’t even hesitation when Evan replied, “Me too,” and leaned the side of his head against Barty’s.

He was going to kill Barty. Really he was. Sounding so…so fucking…sincere like that, like he really had been missing him just as badly as Barty had. He didn’t realise he’d needed to hear it -those words. Somehow he hadn’t noticed the way each failed visit attempt had been wearing on him. He realised all at once that there had been a little voice he’d been ignoring, one that told him he’d lost him. That Barty had dropped Evan off at that hospital and he wasn’t ever going to get him back. But instead, it was wrong. Instead, Evan missed him, and maybe that shouldn’t have made him as giddy as it did. 

There was a pointed cough from Deidre behind them. Barty was fully in support of just ignoring her and continuing on as they were, but Evan had always been the more sensible between the two of them. He pulled away but kept his hands on Barty’s shoulders like he couldn’t bear to stop touching him, which did all sorts of funny things in his chest.

“How about you two take one of the visitors rooms just down the hall there?” Deidre said kindly, pointing to the row of doors a few metres down. 

Evan nodded, sliding a hand into Barty’s and tugging him along, “C’mon.”

-aaaaand i dunno they go in and Barty’s like ‘you were ignoring me for like weeks and now you’re just fine what happened?’ and they probably argue about it for a bit but then they make up like rosekiller do and Barty fills Evan in on life things and they chat but i don’t feel like writing it. anyway every time Barty comes back after that, Evan lets him and he probably gets discharged like a couple weeks later yeah-

[agreeewrites]

what is this feeling? LOATHING

🩷 Evan Rosier x Barty Crouch Jr. 💚 (rosekiller)

an: inspired by "What Is This Feeling?" from the Wicked soundtrack. I have a headcanon that Evan and Barty loathed each other when they first met, and after seeing Wicked last week….this is all I’ve been able to think about.

enjoy my brainrot

As soon as Evan Rosier, the exceedingly beautiful, polished, poised, and disgustingly wealthy heir of the Rosier name, and Barty Crouch Jr., a too-tall muppet whose father worked in—gag—government, laid eyes on one another during the Sorting Ceremony, it was loathing at first sight.

And then they discovered they’d not only be attending Hogwarts together, but sharing a bunk. Oh, the gloves were off. Hatred rose in them like a fervid flame, their hearts racing with outrage whenever the other so much as spoke, moved, breathed.

Evan hated the way Barty dressed, hapless, dreary, and ill-fitting, with far too few embellishments. Barty hated the way Evan laughed, posh and superior, like him laughing at your joke was some great and profound kindness.

They had waged a silent war upon one another. Evan, with his pack of pure-blood pups desperate for taste of Wizard Royalty, terrorized Barty with pity, with cruel jokes and japes. Evan’s grin never wavered, razor-sharp and wicked.

Barty, alone and ostracized by the sheer power of the Rosier name, took it up on himself to ruin as many small moments of Evan’s day as possible. Hiding behind doorways to scare him, just to see that smile falter. Answering questions before Evan had a chance to raise his hand. Taking the last pumpkin pastie because he knew they were Evan’s favorite, even though Barty hated them.

Pure, unadulterated loathing became the rhythm of their lives.

They’re sat in the Great Hall at breakfast after the first week, writing letters to their parents at opposite ends of the Slytherin table.

Evan’s script is tidy and sharp, not a misspelled word or grammatical error in sight.

“Dearest Mother and Father,” Evan writes. “Hogwarts has been a delight thus far, exactly how you described it, Father. And I’m deeply grateful for the additional trunks you sent to ensure I have all the comforts of home. But, despite your best efforts, there seems to have been some sort of misunderstanding with my dormitory assignment. I was under the impression I would be bunking with like-minded folks, Black’s and Avery’s and Mulciber’s. However, I have another roommate that is—” Evan tapped the quill to his lip, risking a glance down the long table at Barty.

Barty was sitting on the table, a scrap of parchment in his lap, a black cat perched on his shoulder to watch as he scribbled on the unbalanced sheet. His hair was stuck up at odd angles, his tie crooked and socks mismatched.

“Pop, they’ve put me with the royal fucking family,” Barty wrote, his pen punching through the paper on ‘g’. “I know you set this up to try and rub elbows, but Merlin. This one bloke, he’s so—” He turned his head to look at Evan, and their eyes snagged across the great expanse of breakfast food.

Evan scoffed, turning back to his letter and continuing to write. “He’s unusually and exceedingly peculiar, and altogether quite impossible to describe.”

Barty, his quill gripped tightly in his hand, scratched “…blonde.”

In third year...

“Salazar’s sakes, Evan, I don’t know how you can stand sharing a room with Crouch,” Lestrange spit while they walked towards the Common Room. “I would have hexed him ages ago.”

Evan shrugged, ever composed despite the smug satisfaction curling along his spine. “I’m never one to shy away from a challenge, Rab. Strife only makes us stronger,” Evan replied, turning at a bend in the corridor.

“Poor Evan!” Alecto cried, hanging on his arm. “You’re so strong for putting up with his antics. We’re all here for you.”

“We hate Crouch too!” They chorused.

Evan spotted Barty reclined in an alcove, a book in his lap, his long legs stretched high above him. A thrill rushed through him, burning and ravenous, strong enough to consume him.

Barty could sense as soon as Rosier entered his general vicinity, a crawling at the back of his neck, like he could taste the bastards vintage cologne on the air. But he held perfectly still as Evan and his groupies descended the corridor, even flipping a page he hadn’t read to appear more convincing.

At the last moment, right before Evan walked past him, Barty tossed his book onto the floor. Evan’s patent-leather boot snagged on the cover and he fell face first onto the stone. The group fell upon him, clucking and fussing like mother hens, and Barty slipped away, snickering to himself.

Bloody hell, he could do this forever.

In fourth year...

The one thing Barty and Evan had in common, that they knew of, was Regulus. The sly, stoic Black managed to befriend them both: Evan, because they shared a lot of complicated family history, and Barty, because he knew how it felt to be mistreated by the one’s who were supposed to take care of you.

All three were attending a party in the Slytherin common room despite being underclassman. Evan and Regulus were invited because of their names, Barty because he brought the weed. The party was rapidly descending into chaos, the prefect tied to the chandelier while the upperclassman raged, smashing priceless artifacts and incinerating paintings, fireworks exploding along the ceiling and raining ash over everything, the room thick with smoke.

Evan spotted Reg first, cornered by his older cousin, Rodolphus, and his friends, holding him up by the collar against the glass wall separating them from the Black Lake. He made a beeline towards them, red bleeding into his vision. His hand wrapped around the end of his wand, Stupify on the tip of tongue.

“Oi! Rudy!” Someone shouted, and everyone turned, Evan included. Barty stood on the bar, his wand out and pointed at the offenders in question. “Drop him, or else I hope you memorized a spell to grow gills!”

The room sucked in a breath.

Levitating several feet above their heads was a massive, marble bust of Salazar Slytherin. It was solid stone and must weigh a ton, though Barty showed no strain on his face, and it was aimed directly at the giant wall of glass.

Evan was stunned, looking rapidly between the bust, Regulus, and the slightly mad look in Barty’s eye. Something warm bloomed in his chest, and if he didn’t know better, he’d think it was admiration.

Barty spotted Evan a few paces from Regulus and the others, his wand flagging as he looked around, wide-eyed and smiling. Did he know he was smiling? Barty wasn’t sure. Evan had never smiled at him before, and it made his tongue feel thick in his mouth, his heart pounding even harder in his chest.

The bust was heavy at the end of his wand, but he held fast. “One,” he said, pulling it backwards a bit, then forward in a rocking motion. The room started to hum, panic rising. “Two,” he sing-songed, rocking it back a little farther.

“Fuck, fine! You’re mad, Crouch!” Rodolphus hollered, setting Regulus on his feet and smoothing his rumpled robes before stalking off into the crowd.

Barty blew him a kiss before jumping off the bar. But in his haste to check on Regulus, he dropped the bust. Several thousand kilos of marble came plummeting to the ground, students shrieking and running towards the exit.

“Leviosa!” Evan shouted, flinging his wand arm out, and the bust stopped a foot from the ground. The room loosed a collective exhale as Evan slowly moved it back to it’s pedestal, safe and sound.

The room erupted in cheers for Evan, who preened under the attention, but Barty found that it didn’t bother him as much as usual. IN the shuffle, he managed to reach Regulus, who was a little wild-eyed and tousled, but unharmed.

“Alright, mate?” Evan said, coming up on Barty’s left, close enough he could smell the fire whiskey he’d been drinking.

“Fine, yeah,” Regulus said, smoothing a hand through his dark curls like nothing at all had transpired.

Barty and Evan glanced at each other, a flicker of understanding passing between them. A chuckle escaped from Evan’s chest, and Barty smiled.

In fifth year…

“Do you shop in a fucking dumpster?” Evan shouted, riffling through Barty’s trunk.

“Depends on the dumpster,” Barty replied, blowing smoke out of the dorm window.

“Seven hells, you know, a polished outfit goes a long way.” Evan clapped his hands together. “I’ve got it!”

“Oh, Gods.” Barty stubbed his finished joint on the sill.

“I’m going to take you under my wing, Junior!” Evan turned to his trunk, determined to find something tolerable for Barty to wear to the Ravenclaw party. “You’ll be my newest project.”

“You really don’t have to do that.”

Evan clutched an ascot to his chest, nodding sympathetically. “I know, that’s what makes me so nice.”

An hour later, Barty stood at the center of the dorm. He was dressed in one of Evan’s emerald colored suit, enchanted to fit his longer frame. His dark hair shiny and slicked back with pomade, and he wore expensive, sterling jewelry from his head to his hands.

Evan’s mouth dried as he stared at his roommate, a familiar, but slightly different burn slithering through his veins. He’d worked so hard to clean Barty up, but now, all he could think about was ruining him again.

“This shit sucks,” Barty grumbled, pulling at his collar.

Evan chuckled. “But, you’re gonna grin and bear it, Bat. Because you’re going to be…?”

Barty grimaced. “Popular?”

“RIGHT!” Evan slapped the desk, then pointed a ringed finger at Barty. “But not as popular as me.”

“We’ll see, Rosie.”

And by sixth year, they were madly in love. Unadulterated obsession. And joined by a mutual loathing of everyone else.

[ofseaandstarz]

Can you tell me about some marauders hcs??

I would love to know about ur rosekiller hcs (if you have, if you dont theres no problem)

I don’t have many rosekiller hcs atm but I have some black brother ones rn!!

Sirius

- Transfigured all his silver jewelry into not silver (idk what it’s called but it still looks silver) cuz it makes Remus sick

- With lily’s help found a spell that protected Remus from other ppls silver jewelry

- Overstimulated talks a lot

- Sirius broke his arm tree climbing as a kid and has a scar all down the back of his shoulder

- Hates camping, dosent like the idea of doors that don’t lock

- STAR WARS

- dosent bother untying their shoes

- fem/masc/androgynous Sirius black

- borrows Marlene’s skirts for gender euphoria

Regulus

- hates peanut butter, loves Nutella (only on pancakes)

- Over stimulated shuts down

- Has contact lenses, Barty stole once so had to wear glasses for classes that day (Barty later teased him abt it)

- gay awakening was the head boy his first year

- can whistle, drives James crazy

- trans and I know people argue it wouldn’t work in the Harry Potter universe but hear me out! Trans regulus who comes out to his parents right around his third year at hogwarts, they dismiss him and are quite transphobic about it. Regulus starts presenting masc at school around his forth year after being encouraged to by Barty, evan, pandora and Dorcas. (Evan gives him his first binder) In his 5th year (and Sirius 6th) after Sirius is disowned, his parents suck it up and deal with the fact that their daughter son is the closest they’re going to get to a new heir

[lulublack90]

Prompt 31 - Home

Wolfstar, March 31, word count 373

Previous part First part

This is it, guys, the final part. I can't believe it's over. Thank you to everyone who has read this series, liked, commented and reblogged, all of you make my day. I am debating on doing a Rosekiller spin-off, let me know if that interests anyone. And once again thank you so much for reading I love you all. Lulu xxx

They waved goodbye to Lily and James as Sirius drove them down the driveway. He’d loved spending so much time with his best friends, but Remus was looking forward to having some time where it was just him and Sirius. It wasn’t far to their newly renovated house, but the minutes seemed to slip by faster than Remus wanted. He kept touching his coat pocket to make sure the blue velvet box was still safely inside it. 

He’d been back to the flat before the renovations had started to clear out his things. Most of it had gone into storage, but the little box and necklace had come with him. Thankfully, both had been in his underwear drawer when he’d opened it. 

Remus had been going to propose as soon as they’d got back to Lily and James’s, but he hadn’t because he wanted to wait until after the trial, and then it never felt like the right time. 

Sirius pulled up outside the house. It looked exactly the same yet completely different. The main change was obviously the wall that had replaced the front of the kebab shop and the lack of gaudy lights. Remus smiled. They were home. 

They got out of the car, doors slamming loudly in the quiet street. Remus looked at Sirius, smiling up at the building, and he decided this was it. This was the moment he wanted to ask before they got upstairs and they both got distracted. 

“They did an amazing job, don’t you think?” Sirius asked, looking the front of the building up and down. When Remus didn’t answer, he looked for him, slowly turning around when he couldn’t see him until his eyes fell on Remus down on one knee and holding out the blue velvet box that held his mother's engagement ring. 

“Sirius Orion Black the third, will you marry me?” Sirius gasped and leapt at him, tumbling them both to the pavement. 

“Yes. Yes. Yes, I do, or is it I will? I don’t care! Yes, Remus, I will marry you!” Sirius’s lips found his, and then they were kissing. 

Remus picked Sirius up in his arms and unlocked the front door, entering the house where they could finally be alone.

Rosekiller spin-off

[starchaser-has-my-heart]

Some rosekiller microfic because I couldn't stop thinking about them.

I love you (I'm sorry) - @rosekillermicrofic - wc: 765

(If you want to skip the angst, just stop before it reads 1981)

If you see any English mistakes, no, you don't.

Warnings: mcd, Canon Compliant, mention of blood (and killing and torturing, but it's a really minor mention). Let me know if I missed something.

Year 1976 (sixth year)

"Hey, Rosie," Barty said lazily. He and Evan were lying in bed in a tangle of limbs and sheets, his eyes half-close and his hands cupping the side of Evan's face as if afraid to let go, afraid Evan would vanish into thin air if he did.

Evan wouldn't let that happen — even if Death himself had to rip him from Barty’s arms, he wouldn’t let go. Never.

“Mmm?” he mumbled, looking at Barty with love in his eyes — the look that had painted his face every time he saw Barty since third year.

"I love you."

It was the first time Barty had said it — the words that made Evan feel like he was dreaming. The feeling that filled your stomach with butterflies and made your toes curl in giddiness.

Evan was about to answer, but it seemed Barty wasn’t done.

“I love you so much, Evan. Do you know that? I know you know that. I want to marry you — not now, of course, after we finish Hogwarts. Will you marry me when we finish Hogwarts? I hope so, because if not, I’ll kill your whole family and curse your descendants. I know you don’t really love your family, and I’d never kill Pandora — she’s my favorite of our grop, except you, of course, Amore mio. So I guess I’ll just settle for cursing your descendants. Even then, I'll still want to marry you and bear your children. I will—”

“I’ll marry you when we finish Hogwarts,” Evan interrupted him with a grin. “I promise.”

A huge smile, mirroring Evan’s own, spread across Barty’s face.

“I do think the whole bearing-my-children thing might be a bit problematic,” Evan mused. “You need a woman for that. At least, I think you do. I’ll ask Pandora — I’m sure she knows.”

“I’ll bear your children. I don’t care. I’ll find a way.”

Evan kissed him lightly on the lips. “Let’s get married first. Then we’ll worry about children,” Evan said.

A few minutes of peace and quiet passed before Barty spoke again.

“Hey, Rosie?”

“Yeah?”

“Next trip to Hogsmeade, I’m buying you a proper engagement ring.”

***

Year 1981

When the flash of green light was hurled at Evan, there was nothing Barty could do except watch as his fiancé’s body was thrown back several meters by the blast.

They were supposed to get married in two weeks.

It all felt like it was happening in slow motion.

As if the world had just stopped before his eyes and forced him to watch as his lover’s body was struck by the curse — frozen in place.

When Evan’s body hit the ground, Barty snapped out of the strange trance he had sunk into and reacted instantly. He ran to Evan, pushing aside anyone in his path.

As he knelt beside the body, it felt like hours had passed since the curse was fired — though in reality, it had only been seconds.

“No, no, no, no. Rosie, hey, Rosie, wake up. Amore mio, please wake up. For me. Wake up,” Barty said in panic, cradling the face of the lifeless body on the ground.

“EVAN!!!” Barty screamed in panic. “WAKE UP!!!”

"Please”

Tears streamed down his face like rain, and he could feel a wet liquid soaking into his shirt — blood, probably. He didn’t care.

“Bee,” came a faint whisper from Evan’s lips. “I love you." He took a shaky breath, "I’m sorry.”

His eyes closed. His breathing grew shallower and shallower until it no longer existed.

The world stopped.

Barty couldn’t move.

The tears didn’t fall. The emotions didn’t come.

No pain, no anger, no grief.

The world had frozen — and Barty froze with it.

And then everything returned to normal. Evan still lay lifeless in Barty’s arms. The battle still raged around them. And all the emotions Barty had always kept himself from feeling burst out all at once.

He cried and he cried and he cried.

Looking back, he thinks — that was the moment the madness truly began.

The moment his body was no longer his own, but belonged to a dark illness that had always been buried deep within him — and once the one thing that had kept that darkness at bay was gone, Barty let go.

He killed. He tortured. He did things he was supposed to regret.

But he simply…

didn’t.

All he felt was emptiness.

And it would always be emptiness — from the moment Evan died until the end of his own life.

Emptiness.

.

.

.

.

Sorry...?

It's based on this post I saw on Pinterest, where it said, "When a 2 characters have a plan to get married when they grow up and one of them just dies" or something like that

Translation (Italian): Amore mio - my love

[clodyghost]

rosekiller microfic!! @rosekillermicrofic

prompt 18 dusk - 696 words

“Rosie!” he called across the empty common room, making grabby-hand motions towards Evan. “I missed you!”

Evan walked slowly towards where Barty was lying sprawled out on an armchair. His face split into a wide grin as he gazed up at him. Evan’s brow furrowed. “The hell happened to you?” Barty smiled and reached for him. “Reg said he wanted a hic- distraction? I dunno but he had firewhiskey!” his tongue lolled out of his mouth as he continued to stare up at Evan in wonder.

Evan groaned, gently smoothing his fingers down the side of Barty’s face. You are a dead man James Potter. “so you asked zero questions and blindly agreed to get piss drunk with an already frustrated Regulus?” his fingers came to a rest under barty’s chin, and barty nuzzled into them in lieu of answering, nipping at the curve of his thumb. “Bat” Evan huffed out a laugh despite himself, trying to fight the smile blooming on his face. Barty laughed loudly and unapologetically, still high on the alcohol buzz. He turned his head again and started pressing gentle kisses up and down the inside Evan’s palm and wrist, paying special attention the the thin white scar from an unfortunate incident with barty and a suit of armour in fourth year. Evan pulled his arm away, face flushed.

“We are in the common room!” he hissed, glancing around to make sure they weren’t being watched, but seeing as it was nearly dusk there was no one around.

Barty pouted, blinking up at him through his lashes, eyes wide. “embarrassed of me Rosie?” he asked, reaching out to pull him down so the two of them were in a tangled heap on the chair. Evan let out a muffled huff of protest, trying to right himself.

Barty sat up into the chair, Evan settled snugly in his lap, causing the blond boy to blush from his ears down to his collar. Barty closed his teeth around evan’s earlobe, pulling on the earring there. He and Evan had pierced each others' ears at the end of last year. Barty’s dad hated it. Barty loved it. He nibbled up the shell of evan’s ear, placing gentle kisses at the top. Evan squirmed and laughed, pulling at barty’s hair. He reached for Barty’s jaw and pulled him in for a slow kiss, his fingers returning to his hair, but brushing gently now. He rested their foreheads together as he pulled away. “Happy now?” Barty hummed softly in response, pulling evan back against his chest and nuzzling his head into the crook of his neck. “M’all good sweetheart” he breathed out softly, Evan shivering at the gentle brush of lips against his neck. He turned and placed a sweet kiss on Barty’s cheek. “Okay baby.”

They sat there for a while, enjoying each others warmth and company. Every so often barty would place soft kisses on evan’s neck, his arms wrapped securely around his front. Almost possessively. Evan loved when barty got like this. When he’d had just enough alcohol he was syrupy sweet but still aware enough to not destroy everything within 50 feet of him. (He had done that last year. Completely tore up his bed hangings because he thought they were ‘attacking him.’ He had slept in Evan’s bed for nearly a month. Evan wasn’t complaining.)

He turned is head to look around the slytherin common room. It was past dusk now, so it was almost deserted. Only them and a small huddle of third years who weren’t paying them any mind. “Now where has reggie gotten himself hm?” evan hummed , turning to look at the boy behind him. As if summoned, a very drunk, very annoyed looking Regulus burst into the common room. He was grumbling something about “fucking honourable Potter” and “not even that drunk” as he marched over to the couch and slumping onto it headfirst. Evan raised an eyebrow at him, sharing an amused look with barty.

“So,” barty started, scooting forward on the chair and waggling his eyebrows at Regulus. “Who we murdering tonight? Potter you said?” Evan guffawed loudly as a pillow hit him square in the face.

kind of bad and the length got away from me lol but i’m trying to get out of my writing slump!

[xotyx]

@rosekillermicrofic | August 9th - jumper | 343 words | tw: very loose relation to the prompt, mention of…sexual recreational surgery? They’re rosekiller

Exam season was hard for both Barty and Evan. Evan, because he had to spend every waking minute hunched over textbooks studying for his O.W.L.s, and Barty because he struggled to last more than two hours without Evan’s touch, nevermind a week without Evan even looking at him.

It was the third day of what Barty mentally referred to as The Torture, and Barty was almost ready to crack. He eyed the stairs longingly, wondering if he threw himself down them Evan would spare a glance to make sure he was okay. Before he could give any more thought to the idea, Dorcas grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him to sit next to Evan, muttering under her breath how stupid he is.

“Evan,” she began, voice so sharp Evan’s eyes darted up for half a second. “Pay attention to your boyfriend. Did you know he was about to jump down the stairs just to get you to look at him?”

Evan hummed, as if none of this was a bother. Barty wanted to kiss him all over his indifferent face, see if he could make him crack a smile. He couldn’t, he already knew, he’d tried for hours before, but what he wouldn’t give to try again right now. “He’d be fine,” Evan waved the concern away. “I’ve given him an appendectomy without any anesthesia or pain medication at his request, and his problem with that situation was that I wouldn’t let him touch himself, because it was unsanitary. He would have been fine.”

Knowing he was right, Barty still crossed his arms over his chest and stuck his tongue out at Evan, who wasn’t looking at him anyway. He couldn’t just say that, not if he wasn’t planning on doing something about it. Dorcas seemed to think the same, but for different reasons. “Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew! I don’t want to know that!” She yelled, walking out of the room with her hands in the air in surrender. Barty watched a small smile grace Evan’s lip.

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rosekiller one shot | word count: 689

“stop fucking moving, dumbass,” evan muttered under his breath as barty grinned, his eyes closed as he fidgeted with his fingers, unable to keep entirely calm while evan was this close to his face.

the day before, pandora had been teaching evan and regulus how to line their waterline with eyeliner. they hadn’t asked, but she’d just learned it herself and was eager to show someone. when she’d asked her brother and best friend, they both simply looked at each other and sighed, knowing they’d give in to whatever pandora asked them to do. calling her their soft spot was an understatement.

despite their initial doubt, they’d both ended up liking it. regulus had worn it for the whole day, and he could have sworn he’d seen james spill his drink all over the table as he glanced at him. it almost made regulus smile, though he’d never admit that.

that same day, barty had seen it on evan, too, and became slightly curious. at first, he hadn’t noticed it. it was a very subtle change, he thought. but when barty noticed it, oh, he noticed.

“oi, rosie,” he said, making evan turn around to fully face him. barty had felt like throwing up in that moment. or like he was on the verge of a heart attack. or both, possibly.

“what?”

“i want that.” i want you, he meant to say. evan had looked extremely confused, clearly. and so barty just pointed to his eyes, his lips twitching while fighting back a smirk.

“oh, panda can do it for you.”

“do you know how do it?”

“yeah.”

“i want you to do it, then.”

and that’s how they’d gotten here. barty sitting down in their dorm with evan standing in-between his legs, holding his chin with those pretty hands of his and fully concentrated on barty’s face. barty was stubborn, though, so he’d open his eyes just to get a look at evan, ruining the eyeliner in the process. it was the third time evan was doing this, and he’d cussed him out and told him it’d be the last. barty wasn’t one to listen, but he complied.

“done.” was all evan said, shoving a mirror on barty’s face. he didn’t want to be this close to him for much longer. he was hot and extremely bothered by the unspoken intimacy of that moment. it didn’t make sense and he didn’t really want to dive deeper into it, so he just didn’t.

barty shoved the mirror out of the way, grinning that barty crouch jr grin that makes you quake in your boots (although evan was clearly ‘quaking’ somewhere else), and looked up at evan, fluttering his eyes, before whispering low enough just for the two of them to hear, despite them being alone.

“do i look pretty, rosie?”

“oh, fuck off.” evan said, pushing him off. barty, however, had held his wrist before he could run away. not this time, he thought. and so he slid his arm around evan’s waist, all while still intently looking up at him, seeing the way his adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

“answer me.”

“you do.”

“i do what, rosie?”

there was a pause. a very shaky, breathy inhale came out of evan. like something had broken inside of him. he’d pursed his lips for a second, then took another good look at barty before saying, “fuck you.”

barty was this close to saying, “i would love to”, when evan got completely rid of the distance between them and smashed his lips on barty’s. desperately, savagely, like he needed him now. and he did, he had. he just didn’t know that he wanted it this bad, too.

the last thing evan heard him say was, “you look so pretty like this, rosie”, before he completely lost sight of himself. his whole body was on fire and only barty could ever possibly light him up this way.

needless to say, the eyeliner evan had worked so hard on had completely smeared for the third time by the time they were done. the best thing? he wasn’t even mad about it this time.

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soulmates au first:

~~~~~

There was a rose blooming on Barty’s left forearm.

It had been there ever since first year, when he had first touched his soulmate.

Except, he didn’t know who it was. 

He knew that Evan’s Flower was a gladiolus. Maybe his soulmate was a girl called Gladiola or something?

Whatever was the case, Barty was sad. 

Three reasons why.

One, he was fruitlessly searching for his soulmate. He’d kissed about half the girls in Hogwarts, at this point.

Two, he was gay. That wouldn’t have been bad on its own, but it got a lot worse. Not only was he gay, he was in love with someone.

And that led him to his third and final reason: that someone was Evander Gabriel Rosier.

That’s right, Rosier. As in the family name for the roses. Like the one that Barty had on his arm.

It was a shock that Evan hadn’t put the pieces together yet. That boy was normally way too smart for his own good.

But all the better for Barty, right?

Wrong.

Even Regulus Arcturus Black, feelings repressor extraordinaire, had confronted him about his pining.

Multiple times.

It all came to a head on a sunny March day during their fifth years.

They were laying in the grass together, Evan with a book in his hand, and Barty making flower crowns.

“Here you go, Ev,” he laughed, handing over a circlet of daisies.

“Thanks, Bee,” Evan hummed. “Hey, Barty, do you know what daisies mean in the flower language?”

Barty tilted his head inquisitively. “No, what?”

“Loyalty and purity, apparently.”

“Really?” Barty stuck out his arm. “What does the rose mean?”

“Well, yours is read, so that’s love and passion and such. I bet your soulmate already loves you, just from that alone.”

Barty poked at Evan’s forearm. “Well, then, what does your flower mean?”

“Honor and resilience, probably.” Evan grinned sheepishly, rubbing his neck. “I’m not sure. I haven’t looked at one of those books in ages.”

“Well, if you don’t know the meaning of the gladiolus, maybe you know the meaning of your name, Evander Gabriel Rosier,” Barty teased. 

Evan rolled his eyes fondly. “It’s somewhere along the lines of me being a good man. I’m not so sure about that.”

“Lies,” Barty cried. “You’re a very good man. You even save me some breakfast sometimes!”

Evan nodded gravely. “Yes, that is totally what makes me a good person.”

“Darn right it is. Now, what’s my name mean?”

“You know what it means,” Evan huffed in laughter. “You’ve been preening about how untrue it was since second year.”

“Well, yeah, cause he’s a bitch,” Barty sighed, yanking at the grass beneath him. “What kind of name is ‘loyal son’ anyways?”

“Oh my fucking Merlin,” Evan muttered for what seemed to be no reason. “You’re so fucking blind, what the hell?”

“What?”

Evan sighed. “Barty, you know you’re my soulmate, right?”

“What?” his mouth fell open in shock.

“You didn’t know.”

“Well, no,” Barty admitted. “I thought you were straight!”

Evan looked at him incredulously. “What about-” he gestured at himself. “this- says, ‘I’m straight’?”

“You have a good point,” Barty admitted. 

“You’re darn right about that.”

And suddenly, it was like there were fireworks going off around them as their lips met for the first time.

~~~~~

and now we have the hurt/comfort under the cut!! be warned im a lot better at writing hurt

~~~~~

“Where are you going?” Evan asked tearfully. “Please, Barty, we can fix this.”

“Fix it? Fix it? What is there to be fixed?” Barty scoffed. “You can’t love me the way I deserve, so you shouldn’t get me.”

“Please,” Evan choked. “I can’t do it without you. You’re my everything, Barty.”

“Your everything. Really?” Barty asked, raising an eyebrow. “You think I believe that, Evan?”

“Please, Bee,” Evan begged, throwing in the nickname for good measure. “One more chance. I promise I’ll do better.”

“That’s what they all say,” Barty spat, turning around. He strode to the nearest picture frame, which contained an image of Before, when they were happy and still in love.

Barty picked it up, inspecting it, before dropping the photo, frame and all, on the floor. The glass shattered, covering the carpet with shards.

“Bee, what are you doing?” Evan gasped, tears carving paths down his cheeks. “Please, stop.”

“I’m just giving you what you deserve, Rosie.” Even that once-sweet nickname was like poison coming out of Barty’s mouth. It seemed to hit Evan square in the chest, causing him to stumble backwards.

“You can’t mean that,” Evan stuttered. “Please.”

“Please what?” Barty sneered. He picked up the picture, shaking off the debris. He looked at it hard for a moment before-

Evan’s ears were ringing. He didn’t think he could feel anything like this ever again.

The picture lay in tatters, scattered all over the floor.

“Barty, why did you-”

“Because we’re done,” Barty snarled, walking out of the door and slamming it.

It promptly fell off of its hinges.

Evan and Barty groaned simultaneously.

“I was doing so well!” Barty cried. “Fuck!”

“You’ve broken that door twice, Bee,” Evan grinned. “One might think that you’re the Hulk or something.”

“Boys, the camera is still rolling,” their director, Minerva McGonagall, snapped. “We need to cut this out. Tech, do you think we can still salvage the scene?”

“Probably,” a lanky man with a clipboard said from next to her. His name tag read ‘Lupin’. “We just need to fix the door and do an up-close shot of the slam. The rest is fixable in post.”

“Alright,” McGonagall sighed. “Chop-chop, people. The door isn’t fixing itself.”

Barty stepped back into the indoor part of the set. “Hey, Ev, d’you wanna get a coffee? I’m running low on caffeine.”

McGonagall got up from her chair, walking towards the. She put her hand on Barty’s shoulder. “If you two get coffee, get me one, too. Something black and strong, thank you.”

“Yes, Minnie,” Evan said, grinning cheekily.