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rip barty crouch jr you would’ve loved måneskin

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dark - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 168 - NSFW but not explicit

"I don't understand what you're saying," Evan mumbled, looking over his phone again.

"It's just not....inviting..." Pandora said, a pained look on her face.

He eyed the screen reading over his profile for the tenth time that day.

Evan, 19 "I'm actually a 70-year-old cat mom and serial killer looking for my next victim." Likes: dark humor and dry cereal Ask me about: Lobotomies

"Seems fine to me," he shrugged.

Pandora sighed. "It's just a little-"

But at that moment, Evan's phone dinged, signaling he got a match.

Eagerly, he looked at the profile and accompanying message.

Barty, 19 "If you won't fuck me, your mom probably will." Likes: piercings, tattoos, and horror movies Ask me about: My daddy issues

Barty: What do my dad and Nemo have in common? Barty: They both can't be found.

Evan let out a barking laugh. "Nevermind, Pan..." he mumbled, smirking at the screen. "I don't think help will be necessary."

Evan: Free to meet tonight at 8? Barty: *picture attached*

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James was the mum friend in a "wraps you in a soft blanket and makes you tea when you're not feeling well" way.

Sirius needed someone to love him.

Remus needed someone to accept him.

Peter needed someone to value him.

And James made sure each of them went to bed smiling.

Regulus was the mum friend in a "chasing you around the house screaming at you to not put forks in the plug sockets" way.

Evan had no regard for safety, his own or others.

Barty has no impulse control.

Pandora did dangerous experiments on a daily basis.

Dorcas would do just about anything if you paid her enough.

And Regulus was just trying to keep those fucking idiots alive.

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Okay, this is kind of a personal ask, but can anyone explain to me what attraction to another person feels like? Having a minor (re: major) crisis currently. And despite the vast amount of smut I write, I apparently cannot figure this out for myself

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nsfw

Barty 'whore' Crouch Jr. with a humiliation kink.

Evan 'slut' Rosier with a blood kink.

James 'daddy' Potter with an oral fixation.

Regulus 'good boy' Black with a praise kink.

and they all fuck each other in every combo

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prompt: forest | july 20 | rosekiller | M: grief - hallucinations | word count: 243 | @rosekillermicrofic

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Barty closes his eyes as Evan's fingertips caress his face. Trace his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, his cupid's bow. Dip into the hollow of his throat. Evan's hand comes to a rest in the middle of his chest, warmth seeping through the fabric of his shirt, making him sigh.

They're at the edge of the forest, hiding away in the shade. Evan's sitting down, his back against a tree, Barty's head in his lap. Barty opens his eyes again. The sun filters through the leaves above and there's a bird singing. Everything is greengreengreen.

"Don't leave me," he whispers, doesn't dare speak any louder.

Evan smiles down at him but it's sad somehow and the edges of Barty's vision start greying out. His heart stumbles. "Promise me?"

Evan lifts his head, looks off into the distance. His hand feels heavy on Barty's chest. The bird stops singing. Barty feels sick. "Ev, what's going on?"

The sunlight fades. Greengreengreen goes greygreygrey. The wind grows cold and Barty shivers. Evan slides his other hand into Barty's hair. Looks down at him again. "This isn't real, B."

Fingernails scratch Barty's scalp and it burns. Evan's face twists. Contorts. His irises dull, go white. Dead.

Barty scrambles away. Breathing hurts. There's a noise in the distance. His vision blurs, makes him dizzy. He falls face first into the grass and wakes on icy stone.

"This isn't real," Barty gasps in the dark of his cell.

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Regulus: Why the fuck are your mouths purple

Barty: [holding up a red slushee]

Evan: [holding up a blue slushee]

Regulus: Oh

Regulus: OH

Regulus: EW

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@rosekillermicrofic, August 4th - Mark, T, Word Count - 296

Evan’s still adjusting his tie as he walks into the common room. It's a little loose on his neck, and he is trying to fix it by shifting the fabric around, but it’s not working this morning. He groans and notices Regulus sitting on one of the couches in the common room. “Reg?”

The other boy looks up from rereading his potions essay. “Need something, Evan?”

“Yeah, my… my tie doesn’t want to cooperate today, and I don’t need another uniform infraction.�� He finally lets go of the fabric, looking up to Regulus.

He places the essay beside him and straightens up. “Well, don’t just stand there.”

Relief comes over Evan; he can always count on Regulus. He crosses over to stand in front of the couch and pulls the tie off his neck, draping it over his shoulders to start again. Regulus stands up and grabs the tie, beginning to knot it, when he notices something on Evan’s neck.

“Evan?” Regulus asks, drawing out his name.

“Hmm?”

“What’s on your neck?” Shit. Shit. Shit. 

“What?” he asks innocently. 

Regulus sighs and turns Evan’s head to the side. “You’ve got a hickey. Multiple.” Oh, Barty’s dead. So dead. 

What can Evan say? They’re very clearly hickies; he can’t lie about them being bruises. But he can’t just admit that they are, because Regulus would press for details. Ugh! He was going to kill Barty. That little freak and his obsession with biting.

Luckily for Evan, though, he doesn’t have to say anything. No. But unluckily for him, Barty walks into the common room, sporting matching marks on his neck.

Pulling the knot tight on Evan's neck, Regulus manages to get his attention again. “Concealment charm. Unless you want everyone to know.”

Evan nods. “Right. Thanks Reg.”

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love you better

"Barty had taken his anger out on other people his entire life. Mostly on people he did not care for, he was ashamed of admitting that the most damage - or the only one Barty cared for - was the one he’d done to the people he loved.

Barty had never learned how to love.

His mother had tried to teach him, but it had been overshadowed by his father’s indifference.

Barty’s love had teeth. It bit anyone who dared come close enough.

There had never been a person Barty loved that he hadn’t hurt.

He’d done it to his mother when she didn’t deserve to bear the anger he held for his father.

He’d done it to Regulus when he needed to let his frustration out during their teenage years.

Until Evan. Barty refused to do the same to him.

He couldn’t. Not to Evan.

Not now that he finally had him where he wanted him."

or the one where Barty and Evan try to love each other better in entirely different ways

fic: love you better

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@rosekillermicrofic / cheat / 432 words / a guitar hero loser meet-cute @star4daisy

They had been going at it for hours. Their shirts were sweaty, and their fingers were about to cramp for the third time. Ten minutes between rounds was not enough.

As they prepared for the last round, Barty took one last look at his competitor. He adjusted his grip on the guitar, bracing himself for the final song. It was the other guy’s turn to pick.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Barty mumbled to himself as he watched the blond man select ‘Knights of Cydonia’ for their last song. It was the one song Barty had never been able to complete with 100% accuracy on the level they were playing now.

But he tried. For the first minute, they both easily played through the chords, not breaking the streak. Barty lifted his guitar and activated the power as soon as he could, and the crowd went crazy. All four guys watching them at the dingy pizza parlor cheered.

Then came the solo. The fucking solo. And, as every time before, he messed up at the same note. He didn’t give up, though. Blondy over there was bound to mess up; what kind of psycho chooses that song when they want to win a Guitar Hero III battle? Barty didn't look at the guy once until the song finally ended.

Everyone went quiet as the screen loaded. Barty cursed under his breath when he realized he had lost.

He turned around to congratulate his opponent and blushed when he felt the large hand and long fingers that grasped his own. A disgusting amount of filthy imagines of what those fingers could do were not crossing his mind. 

“Well played, mate.” Now that was a fucking hot voice, Barty thought.

“You sure you didn’t cheat?”

“Just got blessed with long and agile fingers, I guess,” the man said, showing his hands as if to prove he wasn't hiding anything. “I’m Evan.”

“I’m Barty. Are you new here?” Barty was certain that if he had bumped into Evan even once, he would’ve remembered. If not for those hands, definitely those eyes.

“Nah, just moved here. But I saw the ad for a contest in exchange for a free slice and thought I’d give it a try.”

“A try!? You killed me out there.”

“Yeah, I guess I did.” A grin spread across Evan’s face and Barty’s face lit up. “Let me make it up to you, I’ll share my slice.” 

Barty nodded and followed him to the closest table. 

“So, Evan, tell me, what else are your hands good at?” 

This would be fun.

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Barty & Evan’s initials being B & E.

B & E being slang for Breaking & Entering charges.

Coincidence? I think not.

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Possessive Evan Rosier and Clingy Barty Crouch Jr

That's it that's the post

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One of my favorite tropes will always be James just solidly thinking that Barty and Evan are dating, then being beyond confused when Barty mentions being single or something because like what do you mean they haven’t been in a slightly unhinged and much too codependent relationship for years?

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Barty, entering the great hall to see a pissed Regulus and a confused Evan: What’s going on?

Regulus, Holding up a knife: What is this?

Barty: a people opener?

Regulus, livid: ITS A KNIFE! A KNIFE! That’s what your psycho boyfriend called it too. You two deserve each other

Barty and Evan: <3

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Sirius: would you still love me if I was a worm?

Remus: baby, I’d make you a lovely little enclosure with all the dirt and compose you’d ever want. I’d hold you and take you places in my pocket and kiss you good night. I’d—. . .

vs

Remus: would you still love me if I was a worm?

Sirius: *thinks* yeah, I’d fuck a worm

Remus: *looks at the camera like in the office*

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James: would you still love me if I was a worm?

Regulus: it depends… were you always a worm or were you transfigured into one? The former, no, we’d never have met. The latter, then yes, and I’d figure out how to turn you back.

vs

Regulus: would you still love me if I was a worm?

James: yes !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Barty: would you still love me if I was a worm?

Evan: I’d cut you up so I could have a bunch of you

vs

Evan: would you still love me if I was a worm?

Barty: I’d cut you up so I could have a bunch of you

(bc they’re both batshit insane)

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Oh this one is a need need

Reg lives au where he looks so different after the cave (prosthetic leg, deep scars all up his arms and face, one dead eye, a bit of a tremor sometimes) that when Sirius eventually gets out of Azkaban and moves back in, he doesn't recognise him at all. Regulus takes it as Sirius' memory being so fuzzy due to the dementors and dark/harrowing setting that he didn't bother clinging to the memory of people he didn't care about

so from there it's easy to keep his cover as 'Lycan' long-term member of the order, dumbledore's second most trusted man, famously vague and impossible to research

The ruse only fails when one day he accidentally calls Sirius 'Ris' and he KNOWS because nobody else calls him that and oh hell how did he not recognise his own eyes looking back at him and what the fuck happened to his Reggie?

(I'm writing it guys)