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Slashes - Rosekiller microfic

Barty licks the blood off his knife as the pathetic auror begs for his life. “Please, Barty, please. We know each other, we went to school together.”

Barty looks down at the weak wizard kneeling on the creaky floorboards of the abandoned house. He spits at him, “we did a lot more than that, huh, Price?”

Kristofer Price was a Ravenclaw a year ahead of Barty. He was a beautiful man, so obviously this wasn’t the first time he was on his knees for Barty Crouch Jr. Except now, Kristofer was there against his will. Barty saw him first, slipping behind a dark corner of the pub he frequented. It was the older one who attacked first as soon as Barty stepped out for a cigarette. It was a decent fight, but in the end, it was Kristofer that was hog-tied, on his knees with bloody slashes all over his body.

Kristofer didn’t speak again, blushing high on his slashed cheeks and bruising nose. “How’s the wife by the way? You ever told her you like it up the ass?”

“Enough Barty,” Evan’s strong voice echoes in the tiny room.

Barty shivers as he giggles at Kristofer, “you’re lucky he’s a softie.” He slashes at Kristofer’s chest for the third time and watches as the thick crimson liquid drips down his abs. Barty stares and licks his lips. It reminds him of the first time he killed somebody. The rush, the release, the power. He laughs manically, “fuck Rosie, you better ask him now before I finish the job.”

Kristofer’s eyes widen, eyes jolting to Evan who is just leaning back against the furthest wall, watching. “Evan, no, don't let him do this to me. We aren’t here to kill you, we are here to help you!” Barty scoffs. “To save you from yourself.”

“Move B,” Evan says, kicking off the wall.

Barty does so, never taking his eyes off of Kristofer. Evan slaps his arse as he passes by before pulling his wand out. He uses it to slowly push Krisofer’s chin up until his neck refuses to bend back any further. A whimper leaves his split lip as a single tear falls down his grimy cheek. “Who told you where we were?”

“Evan, please-”

“Who told you!”

Barty smiles from ear to ear. Evan is so fucking hot.

“I don’t know, we don’t know.”

“Crucio.”

Kristofer screams and Barty takes in the beautiful sound with a bite to his bottom lip. Evan held his wand tight, bludging his muscles in a way that has Barty basically drooling.

He stops and Kristofer falls over, crying.

“Who told you where we were?”

Kristofer vomits and Barty actually laughs, “this is who sent to come get us? The aurors have really lowered their standards.”

“I don’t know,” Kristofer eventually spits out. “The tip was anonymous, I was just told to scope and report back.”

Evan watches the auror, analyzing the body movements, the words, and the tone. It is what he does best. He reads every person they come across like a book. “Why’d you attack?”

“Because thats my fucking job.”

Evan stands up and turns on his heel, “he’s all yours.” He slides a hand over Barty’s stomach and pulls him in for a kiss. “Make it hurt,” he whispers.

“With pleasure,” Barty answers before throwing his knife into the other wizard’s shoulder.

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Nightmare - soft Rosekiller microfic

Imagine this:

Evan wakes with a start. 

Another shout from Barty’s bed had his blonde hair whipping towards his best friend. Barty is trembling, feet trying to kick his duvet off while his white-knuckle grasp keeps his body covered. 

“No! Stop!” Barty screams again. 

Evan mutters lumos and as the room fills with a gentle light, he notices two things. Regulus was not in his bed and Barty must have woken himself up. 

“Ev?” his voice is the weakest Evan has ever heard it, “Evan, please.”

When his warm eyes meet Barty’s, the green is dull and full of tears. Evan’s heart starts to speed as he throws his own duvet off. “I’m coming, I’m here,” his feet move fast across the cold, concrete floor. When he makes it to Barty’s side, he kneels down, “are you okay?” 

“I,” Barty hesitates. He never hesitates. Barty Crouch Jr. is the definition of confidence. Evan has never seen him like this. “I had a nightmare.” It sounded almost painful for Barty to say, to admit. “I- I was alone with him, my dad. I was so small, couldn't defend myself. I-” He starts to cry and Evan lets his instincts kick in.

He pulls Barty into a hug.

Barty freezes, obviously not used to the physical contact. Well, this kind of physical contact. Evan holds his ground and hugs tighter. “It’s okay,” he murmurs into Barty’s sweaty neck, “he can’t get you here. You’re safe here.” He kisses the skin underneath his lips and Barty finally relaxes. 

He slumps against Evan’s body and just lets it all out. He cries. He cries harder than Evan could even imagine. He cries like he never cried about a single thing before in his life. He wraps his arms around Evan and pulls him closer. Evan stands up clumsily from being pulled unexpectantly before climbing over Barty to lay next to him. 

Barty keeps his head down, refusing to make eye contact as he moves with Evan. His hands drag up Evan’s shirtless torso before tangling in his blonde hair. His tear soaked face pushes against Evan’s collarbone, neck, and shoulder, as if he is burying himself in his best friend. Barty throws one of his legs between Evan’s as the blonde finds his grip around his waist. 

“Stay,” he whispers on Evan’s skin. 

Evan kisses the top of Barty’s head, fingernails gently trailing up Barty’s spine leaving a path of goosebumps behind. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Barty kisses his throat as a thank you. A gentle touch of the lips that was both familiar yet new to Evan. He decides at that moment that he loves the warmth Barty’s lips give him, but he wouldn’t dare say that out loud. At least, not now.

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-Bea🥀

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Hey y’all, new to this, but not new to the fandom! I’m open for inspiration ideas, especially for HCs or microfics. My true fanfictions will be posted on my A03 @ hufflepuffpuffpass

Stay saucy

-Bea🥀

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If you remember everything, I wanted to say, and if you are really like me, then before you leave tomorrow, or when you’re just ready to shut the door of the taxi and have already said goodbye to everyone else and there’s not a thing left to say in this life, then, just this once, turn to me, even in jest, or as an afterthought, which would have meant everything to me when we were together, and, as you did back then, look me in the face, hold my gaze, and call me by your name.