#Before Rosekiller they hooked up all the time

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

Peter and Barty are friends with benefits

[crescenthistory]

Still Just Totally the Fifth and Sixth Wheel, You Guys

Pairing: Regulus Black x Reader

Summary: The two couples, and one pair of best friends who are not dating thank you very much, finally go on their not-date to Hogsmeade.

Words: 4.5k

Warnings: not proofread, fem!reader (she/her pronouns), use of y/n, lots of bickering and banter, mentions of black brothers drama and angst, healing brother bond, hella pining, intimate moments, talk of kissing, brief mention of hooking up, featuring rosekiller and wolfstar

Note: this is part two to this fic. part three can be found here.

“Wait, but if it’s not a date now, can’t I join?” James called from where you were all about to leave him behind in the Entrance Hall.

You almost felt bad for him, but couldn’t fight the small laughter as you were the last of the six of you to turn around to look at him.

“Sorry, Prongsy, but it is still strictly for couples,” Sirius said, and upon seeing Regulus turn to him, about to argue, he added, “or those who are best friends enough to be mistaken for a couple.”

“So unless you finally win Evans over, or get much closer to Wormy…” Remus’ voice trailed off, the apology in his tone weakened by his sight smile.

You could barely make out James murmuring “totally unfair” under his breath, before he gave a tight-lipped smile and waved. “Will go work on that, then!”

“Good luck!” you and Barty called at the same time, though in completely different tones, before your little group turned back around to continue towards Hogsmeade and this dreaded not a triple date you were somehow sort of looking forward to.

As the six of you walked, the chilly autumn air wrapped itself around you, nipping at your nose and cheeks. You were trailing slightly behind the others, arms linked with Regulus, the both of you sinking into the easy silence that had always come naturally. His long, lithe frame was stiff beside you, and though he never said anything, you could sense his reluctance. His hesitation clung to him like the cold mist swirling around your ankles.

"Still time to run," you whispered with a teasing lilt, tilting your head towards the forbidden forest that loomed dark and mysterious off to the side. “We can ditch the whole thing. Just you, me, and a pack of hungry werewolves – sounds fun, right?”

Regulus glanced sideways at you, the ghost of a smile flickering across his face. "Tempting," he murmured, his voice soft and low, the kind of sound you had to lean in to catch. “But... it might be nice to spend some time with Sirius.” He sounded less sure about that part.

You squeezed his arm gently, offering a reassuring smile, and felt him lean further into you in response. You both knew that his relationship with Sirius had been strained, fractured by years of tension, secrets, and choices neither of them were ever fully ready to confront. That made the faint glimmer of hope in Regulus' eyes all the more important, both to you and him. An unspoken desire to bridge the gap both brothers had been toying with – you knew you would support him through it, no matter how long it took to fully heal.

"Well, if you’re sure," you replied, letting your playful tone linger, as if to lighten the weight between his words. “But the offer still stands. Any time, really.”

Regulus chuckled under his breath, his body easing a little as the two of you continued your slow pace. The rest of the group – Sirius, Remus, Barty, and Evan – were ahead, animated in their own conversations. Barty was half-draped over Evan, practically buzzing with energy, while Evan walked beside him with a brooding air, casting occasional amused glances at his boyfriend. They were a chaotic contrast, loud and quiet, impulsive and restrained, but there was an undeniable balance between them that was hard to miss.

Barty's eyes glinted with mischief as he stole a look back at you and Regulus. "Oi, lovebirds!" he called out, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "You're falling behind. Regulus, not getting cold feet, are you?"

Regulus rolled his eyes, but before he could reply, Sirius cut in with a bark of laughter. "He was born with cold feet, look at the state of him. But let him be Junior."

Contrasting statements you heard Regulus murmur beside you.

“Don’t worry, we’ll catch up,” you interjected smoothly, though not altering your pace as you gave Regulus a light tug on his arm, as if to shield him.

Finally reaching Hogsmeade, you passed through its cobbled streets, bustling with students eager to escape the confines of the castle. The Three Broomsticks was already crowded when you arrived, warmth spilling out into the chilly air from its open door. You were greeted by the comforting scent of butterbeer and the hum of conversation, the perfect haven from the cold outside.

Inside, you all squeezed around one of the larger tables near the fireplace. The seating arrangements happened naturally – couples with couples, as Barty heartily proclaimed – with Barty predictably claiming a spot beside Evan, his arm thrown lazily around his back as he chattered away. Sirius plopped himself down next to Remus, already in the middle of a bickering debate over who had a better strategy in last night’s chess game.

You and Regulus, as usual, gravitated towards each other, sitting opposite Sirius and Remus and beside Evan and Barty. You moved your chair closer to Regulus', so that your thighs were practically smushed against each other and you could hook your ankle around his. A faint smile played across his lips as he settled in. The heat from the nearby fire was welcome, but the slight tension of being roped into all of this was still palpable.

"So," Sirius started, stretching the word as if he were setting up for something, eyes flicking between you and Regulus, "what’s new with you two? Anything you'd like to share?"

You shot him a pointed look but didn’t bite. Regulus seemed content to let you take the lead on this one, his focus elsewhere, probably already imagining an escape route.

“Same as always,” you said casually, though your words were lightly laced with sarcasm. "Being unfairly dragged into your romantic schemes. Couldn’t ask for more, really."

Sirius opened his mouth to reply, but Barty cut him off. "Speaking of romantic schemes," he drawled, "Evan and I are officially a thing now, right? Isn’t that right, darling?" He nudged Evan, who simply raised a brow in his direction.

"That’s what you’ve told me," Evan said dryly, though his eyes softened as he looked at Barty.

"Exactly," Barty continued, undeterred. "But Dorcas doesn't believe us! She thinks we're playing some prank on her. Now, how do we prove it to her?"

"Why doesn't she believe you?" Remus asked, a sly smile playing over his lips.

"Barty and Dorcas have quite the history of pranks none of us understand," you explain, looking half-exasperated half-amused at your best friend. "They try to convince the other of something untrue, only to laugh at them for weeks. Last year, Dorcas made Barty believe–"

"No one needs to hear that story, Treasure." Barty cutting you off made you and Regulus giggle, both knowing why he didn't want anyone to know, while Sirius looked highly offended of being left out.

"Well, I'd like to know," he tries his luck.

"Too bad I don't care for what you want then, hm? Anyway, how do we prove it to Dorc, because Evan here thinks it's taking it too far to shag in her bed."

"I would have to second Rosier on that," Regulus drawls, mirth still in his eyes from laughing at Barty's expense.

"Me too."

"No, no," Sirius gleams. "I think you should totally do it, I have DADA with her and reckon she could kill you in just about fifty ways."

"That would be a welcome sight," Evan says. Barty slaps his arm without turning to look at him, while waving his other hand in everyone's faces.

"Yeah, yeah, funny, funny – now let's talk strategies, you tossers."

As the babbling continues, Sirius and Barty turning out to be a perfect duo who makes each other so much worse, you lean into Regulus' side, looking up at him through your lashes. He is already looking at you, having turned his attention when he felt you shift.

You mouth a you good? at him, to which he smiles and nod. Your lips mirror his when you realise it's genuine, reaching down to grab his hand under the table and squeeze it. He squeezes back, before looking up when he senses his brother trying to get his attention.

"Where did you get these freaky friends of yours?" Sirius questions, gesturing vaguely to Barty and Evan, the latter of whom's hand was currently being gnawed on by the former. Evan's face remained impassive.

"First year." Regulus provided no further invitation, blinking owlishly at his brother.

"Yeah, that's really the only way, isn't it? Merlin, they're a match for sure though."

You cock a teasing brow at Barty as he lets Evan's hand go from his teeth, only to hold it in a death grip. "You that bored already, Junior?"

"Yes, Treasure, thank you for noticing. It needs to be addressed." Barty's voice is overtly dramatic, as he digs into his jacket pocket.

He conjured up a deck of magical cards, all but slinging the container onto the table, just barely missing the candles, as he began to shuffle them with a flourish. "Let's make things more interesting. Care for a game?"

"Doesn't seem like we're given much of a choice," Sirius murmured at the same time as Remus said sure! and elbowed his boyfriend in the side.

Regulus groaned. “We all know you always cheat Barty, I catch you almost every time."

“That’s because you don't know how to have fun,” Barty replied, flipping a card over and eyeing it dramatically before sliding it back into the deck. “And obviously delusional, as I would do no such thing."

He gives you a wink and you roll your eyes, albeit with a smile.

A small fight ensues between Barty and Sirius as they try and decide on what game to play, before Remus makes a decision for all of you, taking the cards from Barty to stock them properly.

"It's everyone for themselves right?" he asked as he looked down at the cards.

"No, Treasure and Regulus always play together." Barty's comment is off-handed, going off of instinct.

"Always?" Sirius' smirk is teasing as his gaze flickers between the two of you.

"Yeah, she doesn't care much for most card games, so we usually just pair off," Regulus explains matter-of-factly, though his voice is a bit quieter than normal and his hand unconsciously tightens around yours. It's only now you realise you're still holding hands, unsure if you should use it to ground yourself or panic over.

"Yeah, they're inseparable yada yada." Evan rolled his eyes, as if you two were just horribly exhausting.

"Just like us," Barty teased in an overly-happy voice, kissing Evan square on the lips with an overdramatised smooching sound.

"Disgusting," Evan winced, wiping his mouth before wrapping an arm around Barty and squeezing him tight.

Sirius looked thoroughly confused at the boys' expressions of affection, but seemed to let it go.

You exchanged an amused glance with Regulus. "You wanna look at our cards?" you asked, nudging him gently while eyeing the cards Remus had placed in front of you. He seemed to take a moment to rip his eyes away from you before picking up the cards, moving even closer to you.

Soon, the table was abuzz with laughter, shuffling cards, and accusations of cheating flying in every direction. It didn’t take long for you and Regulus to settle into a comfortable rhythm, working together to strategise while everyone else tried to undermine each other. Even Evan, typically more reserved, joined in on the playful taunts, a small smirk on his face as Barty egged him on.

“Barty, you’ve been ‘shuffling’ those cards for three minutes straight,” Remus commented dryly, watching Barty’s theatrical motions as he tossed the cards between his hands. “At this point, you’ve either enchanted them or lost the ability to count.”

Evan, smirking beside him, shook his head. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Oi!” Barty exclaimed, feigning offence, before tossing an arm over Evan’s shoulder with a mischievous grin. “Don't you lot dare forget how naturally brilliant I am. I know numbers and I don't cheat.”

"Yeah, you sounded really smart just now, mate."

“Brilliantly annoying,” you quipped, grinning as you drew a card from the deck and slid it over to Regulus. “That counts for something, I suppose.”

“Thank you, Treasure,” Barty shot back, tilting his head as if he’d just received a compliment. “You always know how to flatter me.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the laughter bubbling up. Regulus, sitting next to you, leaned in slightly, a small smirk playing on his lips as he observed the scene unfolding in front of him.

“They can’t help it, Junior,” Sirius chimed in with a grin that was borderline feral, leaning back in his chair as he tossed his cards onto the table. “They have to deflect. It’s either that or admit they’ve got no idea what they’re doing.”

“Excuse you, we’re doing perfectly fine,” you replied, your competitive streak flashing as you glanced at Regulus. “Reg and I are winning, aren’t we?”

Regulus gave a barely perceptible nod, lips twitching at the corners. “As usual,” he murmured under his breath, flipping over a card with precise ease. “But you don’t have to tell them that.”

Your quiet, shared moment of confidence made your stomach flip, though you kept your expression calm and collected. There was something so steady about Regulus, something that made it easy to forget about the noise around you, the teasing jabs from the others, and just sink into the comfort of his presence.

“Winning by sheer luck, more like,” Sirius teased, drumming his fingers on the table. “What’s next, Reg? Gonna let her do all the work while you sit there looking pretty?”

Before Regulus could respond, Barty leaned forward with a wicked grin. “Oh, he’s definitely good at looking pretty. Right, Y/N?”

You rolled your eyes again, though your cheeks warmed at the implication. “I don’t need to answer that. Though shouldn't you focus on calling your boyfriend that, instead?”

"Yeah, I'll call mine pretty if you do the same to yours."

You stuck your tongue out at him at that, retreating back into Regulus to look at your cards.

He had stayed quiet, but you could feel the amusement radiating off him. He gave a subtle shrug, like the teasing was something he was long accustomed to. His knee bumped yours beneath the table, a silent gesture that said let them talk, it doesn't matter.

“Doesn't matter,” you added, taking another sip of your butterbeer with a smirk. “We’re still winning.”

“You two are disgustingly good together,” Barty agreed, leaning back in his chair and lazily drawing a card from the deck. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were the ones cheating.”

Evan snorted. “Shut it, Junior.”

“You adore me,” Barty shot back without missing a beat, pressing a kiss to Evan’s cheek, much to the other boy’s quiet amusement.

The group fell into a rhythm, exchanging playful insults and light bickering as the game progressed. You were deep in conversation with Regulus about your next move when you took another sip of your butterbeer, not realising a bit of foam had clung to your upper lip.

Regulus, ever observant, caught it immediately. You, completely unaware, kept talking, pointing at one of the cards in front of him and suggesting a play. He wasn’t paying attention to the cards anymore, though. Instead, his focus had shifted entirely to the butterbeer foam, and without thinking – without hesitation – he reached up.

His thumb brushed against your upper lip, so soft and natural that you almost didn’t register what was happening until it was done. His touch was tender, deliberate, like it was something he did every day. The action made you pause, your words catching in your throat as his thumb lingered for just a second longer, other knuckles brushing against your cheek, his skin warm against yours.

Your eyes lifted to meet his, and suddenly, everything else seemed to fade away. The loud chatter of the group, the clatter of cards, the clinking of glasses – it all dulled in the background as the two of you became the centre of a much quieter, more intimate world.

Regulus’ gaze was steady, softer than usual, like he was studying you, reading into something deeper. His hand hovered near your face, frozen in place as the moment between you stretched longer than either of you had intended.

You felt your breath hitch slightly, the warmth from his thumb still lingering on your skin, and the look in his eyes made your heart race in a way that had nothing to do with the game. There was something unsaid in the way he looked at you, something that hummed beneath the surface.

Neither of you spoke. The moment hung between you, fragile and delicate, like a thread waiting to be pulled.

For a second, you thought he might say something, or do something more. His thumb lingered, hovering just above your skin, and his eyes flicked to your lips, just for a heartbeat, before darting back to meet your gaze. Your pulse quickened as the silence deepened, the air between you charged with something new, something you weren’t sure either of you were ready to acknowledge.

But before anything could happen, Barty’s loud laugh from across the table shattered the bubble around you. Right. There were other people around.

You blinked, the spell broken, and Regulus pulled his hand back with a soft clearing of his throat. His expression didn’t change much – he was as composed as ever – but there was a subtle pink tinge to his cheeks that told you the moment had affected him just as much as it had you.

“Everything alright there, Reg?” Barty asked, his voice full of smug amusement as he leaned back in his chair, looking between the two of you with a knowing smirk. You felt the heat rise in your face again, but you didn’t let it show, instead giving Regulus a playful nudge under the table with your knee.

Regulus, ever calm, only narrowed his eyes at Barty in return. “Just fine,” he said coolly, though you noticed the faint curve of a smile tugging at his lips. He was used to Barty’s antics by now, and though he could’ve easily snapped back, he chose instead to let the moment pass, his arm brushing lightly against your shoulder as he shifted in his seat.

Barty, however, wasn’t done. “I don’t know, mate. You looked a bit… distracted.”

“Oh, he was,” Sirius chimed in, grinning as he kept his eyes trained on the two of you. “Completely gone. He’s mastered the art of selective hearing.”

You snorted softly, shaking your head. “I’m sure it’s just his natural state from growing up with you. Completely unbothered by all of your nonsense by now.” Deflecting, deflecting.

“I don’t know,” Remus added with a thoughtful look. “He seemed pretty focused on something else entirely.”

You were saved from responding by the loud call of Madam Rosmerta that all Hogwarts students had to leave for curfew. Groans sounded around the room, and around your very own table, but no one dared argue with her – they knew it was no use. Everyone began gathering their things, the light atmosphere continuing with playful jabs and comments flying between the group as they readied to head back out into the cold.

You and Regulus were the first ones out the door, regretfully, as you had to wait for the others. As you stood, tugging your coat tighter around you, the bitter wind immediately stung your fingers. You rubbed them together, trying to chase the chill from your skin, but the cold had already settled in deep.

Without a word, Regulus took your hands gently in his own, his long fingers wrapping around yours with a kind of care that felt second nature to him. Before you could react, he brought your hands to his lips and blew warm air onto them while rubbing with his hands, breath hot against your cold skin.

You blinked in surprise, but the gesture felt so natural, so easy, that it didn’t seem out of place. There was no hesitation, no awkwardness – just Regulus being Regulus, quietly looking after you in the way only he knew how. His hands lingered over yours for a moment longer before he slipped off his gloves and slid them onto your hands with the same gentle touch.

"Better?" he asked, his voice low and fond, almost like he was speaking only to you despite the many students bustling around you.

You nodded, feeling the warmth of the gloves and the lingering heat from his touch. “Much better. Thanks.”

His eyes met yours again, softer this time, and there was that unspoken connection again – only now it felt less like something that needed to be questioned, and more like something that just was.

“Won’t you get cold, though?”

“Nah, you know I run warmer than you.” There was an endearingly teasing tone in Regulus’ voice as he looked past you. “Plus, I’ve got you beside me to keep me warm, right?”

You bit back the always sitting prettily on your tongue, instead just nodding and pressing your nose into his shoulder as you stood close. For warmth, of course.

Sirius and Remus finally make their way outside, Barty and Evan not too far behind them. The first of the bunch give you and Regulus a once over when he sees you huddled together.

“Well, I’m glad to see tonight didn’t change my mind whatsoever that you two are a thing, whether you know it yourselves or not,” he says in a neutral tone, though his creeping smirk betrays him.

“I didn’t know that was still on the table,” you say dryly, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Of course it was!” Sirius scoffs lightheartedly. “You two, sitting there together, basically telepathically in sync. No wonder you always team up for cards – it’s frankly disturbing.”

“Oh, come off it, Siri.” Regulus wasn’t looking at Sirius when the comment slipped off his tongue, so he couldn’t catch the slight hitch at the sound of his childhood nickname. You smile softly at him, but he keeps his eyes on Regulus, seemingly trying to keep steady.

“As your big brother, I don’t think I can. It’s my duty to meddle”

“Leave the kids alone, sweetheart,” Remus says, coming up beside Sirius with a knowing smile. “You’re just jealous you’ve never been able to sit quietly for more than five minutes, let alone work together with someone without bickering the whole time.”

Sirius gasped in mock offence. “That’s because I have passion,” Sirius declared, flipping his hair back with a grin. “It’s not bickering if it’s done with flair.”

Barty finally stepped out to hear that, and, always ready to cause more chaos, chimed in. “Oh, please. You lot wouldn’t know passion if it hit you in the face. Now, we”—he pointed between himself and Evan—“are the real deal. You should’ve seen us strategising earlier. Absolute power couple material.”

“You weren’t even playing together, Barty,” you commented, but he gave you a look that said please.

“My life doesn’t revolve around you lot, we have other things to strategise about. Like Dorcas.”

That received a few “right”s from around the group, to which you lovingly rolled your eyes. Barty blabbered on about something, stalling the group from beginning to move back towards the castle, and you took the opportunity to turn back towards Regulus.

You looked up at him, meeting his gaze, and trying to school your expression as you studied what you found there. The soft crinkle around his eyes, the quiet warmth swirling around his otherwise cool irises. You took his bare hands between your gloved ones, rubbing lightly at them to keep him warm, as promised.

For another beautiful moment, the two of you stood still, lost in your own world. The noise of the others faded into the background as Regulus’ eyes flicked to your lips, just for a split second, before meeting your gaze again. His hands move to hold each of yours independently, fingers intertwining with yours, despite that exposing his skin back to the cold air again.

You felt the flutter in your chest again, and for a brief moment, you wondered if he was thinking the same thing you were – that maybe, just maybe, there was more between you than friendship. Before either of you could say anything, you pulled your gaze away from his, focusing it back to your group of friends, who seemed increasingly eager to walk home.

“Alright, lovebirds, you done being all cute, or do we need to give you more time?” Barty said, looking at you with a smug look on his face.

You felt a flush rise to your cheeks, but you quickly brushed it off, shaking your head. “You never quit, do you, Barty?”

“Never,” he replied, flashing you an exaggerated wink. “You know me too well.”

Regulus shot Barty a sharp look, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. “Maybe you should find a new hobby,” he suggested dryly. “One that doesn’t involve sticking your nose in other people’s business.”

“Oh, but where’s the fun in that?” Barty grinned. “Besides, I’d be out of material if you two would just finally–”

“Barty,” Evan interrupted, giving him a pointed look as he slid an arm around his waist. “Let them be.”

Barty pouted dramatically, but he relented, leaning into Evan as they started walking. “Fine, fine. But I’m just saying – it’s only a matter of time.”

Sirius looked baffled at how easily Evan made Barty shut up, mumbling something about we should always bring him with to Remus.

Regulus shook his head, his arm brushing against yours as you fell in step beside each other, trailing behind the rest of the group. Your hands were still warm inside his gloves, and every now and then, your shoulders would brush as you walked, the quiet connection between you speaking louder than words ever could.

Regulus glanced down at you, his expression thoughtful. The quiet between you felt comfortable, but there was an intensity in the way he looked at you, something that made your breath catch again.

All that was running through Regulus' head was how beautiful you looked in the nighttime, surrounded by cold air that came out in white puffs when you breathed. How beautiful you had looked inside by the fire, laughing beside him, butterbeer foam on your lips – or better yet, his thumb on your lips. He realised as he walked that you were always on his mind like this, and you were always so unbelievably beautiful.

And finally, he realised that when he had looked at your lips, he wanted to kiss them.

Regulus knew that if he ever got the bollocks to do so, Barty would never let him live it down.

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Honey(s) I'm home and very sad!

Barbie dolls: Roommates! Rosekiller x gn!reader

Word: 2.6k

Summary: uh you have a rlly rlly bad day and your lovely roommates make you feel better with cuddles and ice cream

Warnings: uh Barty dresses slutty?, eating mentioned and particuly described (ice cream), undefined retaliationship you're roommates but also crushing but also affectionate but also not talking Abt it idk stop asking, I lost like three hundred followers bc I was super depressed so to those three hundred people you suck I think🫀 so actually I take that back new information has come up and turns out its a Tumblr glitch my bad, you sleep in Evan and Barty's bed for like three seconds, Evan smokes, Barty hates fiction books and reads self help and nonfiction instead, Evan's very cleanly, Barty's very not that, idk do you guys actually rlly even like me or whatsittoya, kisses very cutesie, you cry, uh extremely brief mention of fighting

Hard days were never something that you truly expected. Sure you could picture all the worst possibilities and know that something bad will happen but you still never catch the full feeling of your reaction until you're sitting in it. You don't particularly want to show your upset but at the same time, you haven't turned your lips up in hours. The whole day just went downhill from the start. Once you start to think of the specifics you feel tears well up in your eyes. You just needed to get home. That's all. 

You weren't going to cry on the way home you'd do it in the safety of your own walls. You hoped your roommates, Evan and Barty, were in their room. You couldn't face them like this, you needed to hold on to the last bit of dignity you still had with them. You could never keep a hold of yourself with them. You snorted in your laughter even though their jokes weren't that funny. You fell over your words and came away from your conversations wishing you could try again. You stared too hard and ended up getting caught. You'd share too much information in an attempt to impress them. 

All you wanted was to go home, curl up in your blankets, and cry until you felt like a raisin. You felt the weight of your day double as you slipped your key into your front door. You hooked your keys onto the key holder on the wall. You shrugged your coat off, throwing it at the coat tree. You felt your tears building up as your walls slowly slipped away. The familiar home relaxed them even then you wanted to hold strong until you got to your room. You couldn't toe your shoes off fast enough, getting so frustrated you reached down and yanked your shoe off. You flung it at the shoe rack, ignoring that it wasn't anywhere near the other one you had slipped off. 

As you left the foyer, stepping towards your bedroom, Barty and Evan’s door opened. Barty leaned against the frame, crossing his arms over his chest. His sweatpants were riding low on his hips, showcasing his happy trail. His shirt was butchered and jaggedly cut along the bottom of his rib cage.

“Hey baby, have you ever tried that cake-” Barty paused when he saw the anger and tears pulling at your face. He straightened up, dropping his arms to his sides. 

“What's the matter?” Barty asked. You shook your head and waved him off. You could easily slip away now, get to your room before Evan found out. Barty could let something like this slide but not Evan. Evan must've been summoned by your thoughts because just as you thought you could get away scot-free Evan’s hand slid over Barty's shoulder. His form appeared after that, slipping next to Barty past the doorframe. He furrowed his eyebrows at you. You grumbled incoherently as you realized you weren't going to be able to get out of this one. 

“Are you okay?” Evan asked. You hated how easily Evan was able to massage away your wall with just his tone. You had been holding the tears back so well too. Just a few more minutes and you could’ve made it to your room. You wanted to just say ‘yes’ and to retreat your room. You wanted to swallow your tears and act mature… by hiding your feelings, obviously. Unfortunately what you wanted and what Evan's presence caused was something entirely different. 

Something about him just broke your walls so easily. It wasn't his tone, it wasn't his words, it wasn't his charming attitude, it was just him entirely. Evan could just lay his eyes on you and you were falling apart at his feet. You wondered if maybe Barty felt the same. 

Your throat tightened with sadness and your eyes welled with tears. You shook your head, looking away from him. Evan’s breath hitched and covered it up with a hum. He stepped around Barty and held his arms out for you. You didn't bother fighting the urge to hide in them. You wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek into his shirt. Evan’s arms warmed your back, it pushed you closer to tears. Evan hummed, the vibrations comforting you. 

You felt Barty's hand join at your back, rubbing up and down. You let the tears go, crying into Evan's sleep shirt. Barty’s hand continued its comforting circles. You let it all go, all the frustrations of the day. Evan and Barty didn't stall for a second. They let you choke it all out, your shoulders shaking with tears. 

A few minutes later, your tears slowed. You sucked in a breath, pulling away from Evan. Evan drew his hands away from your back, cupping your face instead. Barty didn’t move his hand, continuing to rub circles on your back. You steadied yourself with your hands on Evan’s waist. 

“Do you want to lie down?” Evan asked, raising an eyebrow at you. You nodded, feeling the urge to slink back into his arms again. Evan released your face, slipping his hand into yours. He tugged you towards his and Barty’s room. You ignored the gnawing feeling that you were intruding. Barty stayed back, the sounds of him shuffling towards the kitchen behind your head. Evan nudged his bedroom door open with his foot, dragging you after him. 

You were rarely in Evan and Barty’s room. How frequently did one really need to be in their roommates’ bedroom? Not very. You’d ventured in once or twice before when Barty asked you to get something, or when Evan overslept and you had to nudge him awake so he wasn’t late for work. Though Evan rarely overslept anyway. 

Some nights you’d wake up with a deep desire for water, wandering for the kitchen with your eyes closed. You pull down a glass, fill it, and take a sip before noticing Evan’s presence. You still have your lips on the edge of the glass, halfway through the motion of tipping it up.

Evan was frozen on the windowsill, a lit cigarette still half between his fingers. The moonlight made his eyes shine like the way you’d catch a marsupial stealing your garbage in the middle of the night. His thumb flicked, making the bright cigarette bounce and the dark ash fall outside the window. You raised an eyebrow, lowering your glass. Evan sniffed, pulling his hand to his mouth again. He sucked in a deep drag of his cigarette, the end’s color glaring in the dark room. You kept your eye on him as you chugged the rest of your glass, finishing off the water completely. Evan stuck his hand out the window again, tilting his head back as a plume of smoke floated above his head. You set your glass in the sink deciding to wash it in the morning. 

“You know if you wake up in the middle of the night with intense thirst, it means you’re dehydrated,” Evan said, his voice still quiet from his distance. You groaned, flipping him off and shuffling back to bed. You ignored his chuckle behind you, still too tired to think of a good quip. 

Evan dropped your wrist, dragging your attention back to the moment. Their room was messy, but not terribly. It was a little obvious who was the messy one. The clothing on the floor you had only seen Barty wear and the large pair of black boots thrown at the foot of the bed were definitely his too.

Evan’s shoes were precisely set next to the door. The dresser shoved in the back corner seemed like his too, with multiple books stacked on top. All fiction, Barty couldn’t stand fiction novels.

You could easily deduce which side of the bed was whose, the right, closest to the door, had a pillow on the floor, and the blanket was skewed and clumped. The left had a pillow tilted but on the mattress and the blanket was set straight. The nightstand on the right had a tented book that appeared to be a self-help book on romantic relationships and a knocked over cologne bottle, the cap missing. Barty seemed to be about three chapters in, if that. You raised an eyebrow, slowly turning to Evan. Evan pressed his lips together and shrugged. 

“Barty’s a little messy. I’ve learned to live with it.” Evan muttered, his hand flying out to set the tipped-over cologne bottle on Barty’s nightstand upright. You hummed, still glued in your spot. Evan ignored it, stepping over Barty’s boots to get to his side of the bed. He slid under the blankets, smacking the mattress next to him on Barty’s side. You joined him, picking Barty’s pillow off the floor on the way there. You tossed it onto the bed, laying down and dropping your head on it. Evan let out a huff through his nose and gently brought his hand to your face, tracing the lines of your face. You closed your eyes and let your mind and body rest now that you were finally home. 

It probably wasn’t a good thing that you associated your sense of home with your roommates. It’s an obvious connection but maybe not to this degree. Your apartment didn’t feel whole without them.

At some point, they were going to pack their bags and move, or maybe you would, either way, you’d be without your two very peculiar roommates. You’d miss their strange habits. You weren’t sure you could find another roommate who would walk around the house on all fours if he got too sleep-deprived and your other roommate who would use stares as a form of communication. You weren’t sure if you could move on from your freaks of shared living quarters friends. They made you feel free and utterly comfortable. You knew they wouldn’t judge you for any of the slightly odd things you did because they did far worse things. 

You shouldn’t feel so attached to these two and yet here you were, snuggled up in their blankets. You weren’t going to even think of the strange urge to lean forward and kiss them both that washed over you far too frequently. Evan’s hand slipped away, instead pulling your hand away from your chest to hold onto it himself. You felt sleep pulling at your mind, his soft fingertips on your skin slipping away. Your lungs filled and released like a rocking wave with ease. Your body stopped moving, joints going rigid with sleep. 

And then Barty slammed open the door, the doorknob knocking back into the wall. You jolted, your rest shattering like a glass vase. You sat up on your elbows, looking back at the door. Evan sat up straight, annoyance weighing his brow down. 

“Barty!” Evan chided, staring at the man in the doorway with disbelief. Barty turned around with three bowls cradled in his arms. A spoon was held between his teeth, his foot jutting out to find the edge of the door. He hooked the back of his heel over the edge, kicking his leg back to close the door. Barty tried to respond, the spoon in his mouth making it choppy. A few strings of guttural sounds slipped out from behind his teeth, making the general shape of a sentence. You let them stir in your head for a moment, trying to decipher them. 

Evan shook his head, not understanding a lick of what Barty said. He turned to you, to see if you caught it but you doubted you could’ve caught it if there wasn't a spoon in his mouth. You threw a hand up, giving up entirely. Barty let out a scoff, joining you two at the side of the bed. He set down one of the bowls on his nightstand, next to his book. He leaned down over his bowl, tilting his head to the side. Barty opened his mouth, letting the spoon clatter inside the bowl. You sat up, looking inside to see his favorite ice cream inside. Barty stuck the other two bowls out to you and Evan. You gently took it from him, looking between Evan and Barty. 

“I didn’t have hands, it’s hard to be quiet when you’re opening a door with no hands,” Barty said. His hand flapped, silently telling you to scoot over. You scooted into Evan’s side, leaning back against the bed frame. Barty flung himself into the mattress, making you and Evan bounce up and down for a moment. You stared at Barty in displeasure with your rather cold bowl in your hands. You pictured the moment from outside your view, Barty’s relaxed and stretched frame on the bed. You and Evan glaring while bouncing with your bowls held away from you. You would’ve laughed if your nap hadn’t been rudely interrupted. Barty sat up, pulling his bowl off his nightstand into his lap. He stuck his spoon into his ice cream, bringing the spoonful to his mouth. He looked up and paused in his eating. 

“What?” His words were muffled by the ice cream in his mouth. You sniffed, turning to look at Evan. Evan shook his head at Barty. 

“We were peacefully sleeping, Barty,” Evan said, still accepting the ice cream and pulling his spoon up to his mouth. You decided they had no problem with eating in their bed, scooping out your own bite. 

“Yeah in my bed. That I paid for, thank you for your service, Barty. We love you, Barty. You’re so sexy, Barty. Please, Barty, let us repay you for your kindness. That’s what I want to hear out of your mouths right now, not complaints.” Barty said, tipping his voice up to mock your voices. You glanced at Evan to make sure you heard right. You kept your eyes on your ice cream as you readied another mouthful. 

“I’m not saying that.” You muttered before taking a bite into your mouth. Evan hummed in agreement. 

“You must’ve forgotten to take your pills this morning because I would never say that.” Evan frowned, licking his spoon clean before taking another bite. Barty quickly swallowed his scoop before faking a gasp. 

“You don’t love me? Wow okay, I see how it is.” Barty joked, a smile playing on his lips. Evan froze, staring at the blanket to run back through Barty’s words. He dropped his spoon into his bowl. 

“Well, no. I do love you. I take back what I said.” Evan said, keeping his eyes on Barty to make sure his point was taken seriously. Barty cooed, leaning forward over your lap. He puckered up his lips and you leaned back. Evan met him in the middle, pressing a kiss to Barty’s lips. You stifled a groan at being trapped both between and under them. 

“Gross. I have feelings too, you know.” You muttered, trying to look anywhere but the kiss between your two rather attractive roommates. They pulled back from each other, returning to their original seats. You felt your shoulders relax, knowing the discomfort was finally over. You looked down at your bowl, stabbing your spoon into your ice cream again. You are startled at the feeling of their lips pressing against both your cheeks in two brief kisses. They pulled back returning to their ice cream. 

“We love you too,” Barty muttered before taking another bite of his ice cream. You hummed, swallowing down the true feelings you could bring up. Barty was the first to finish his bowl, setting it on his nightstand. He took the silence as a sign for him to tell you both about his day in extreme detail. You didn’t mind it. Barty was entertaining and it distracted you from your terrible day. You actually enjoyed laying in bed with them, eating ice cream, and watching Barty fling his arms about to explain his day. At one point he got up to act out how’d he‘d pummel Evan’s boss if he didn’t give Evan a promotion soon. 

[l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft]

Rosekiller Fake Dating AU Anyone?

Barty was already in a pissy mood from the asshole at his tattoo shop, so he certainly didn’t appreciate the dramatically southward turn his meet-up with Regulus took almost as soon as he sat down. 

“Plans have changed,” Regulus said as soon as he sat down at their table at the cafe. Very blunt. No nonsense. Barty usually appreciated his friend’s penchant for getting straight to the point, but this time it made him frown and slouch lower in his seat. 

“How?” He asked even though he didn't really need to. Regulus was going to tell him whether he asked or not.

“Mother was suspicious about my bringing another man as my plus-one.” Regulus said. Figures. His mum was a grade-a bitch. 

Barty let his head hang off the back of his chair stuck his thumb up in front of him, “Cool so I’m off the hook. Love that for me. Good luck with whichever dame you bribed into hanging off your arm all ni-”

“I wasn’t finished.” Regulus interrupted because of course he did. “Mother was suspicious, but I’m afraid cancelling the reservation and bringing a girl instead was not quite enough to convince her.”

Barty blinked at him and shrugged, “Okay? And…there is a reason we give a singular flying fuck about this?”

Regulus pinched his eyes shut as he often did, though Barty hadn’t the foggiest notion why. “Yes, you twat. I’m not exactly about flaunting to an entire room of my mother and father’s most influential friends that I’m anything other than the perfect heir they expect I am. I need my family’s money if I want to make it through law school.”

“Boooooo.”

Regulus did not appreciate this feedback. He frowned all the way through quickly asking for a coffee from the kind woman who had appeared to take their order and rolled his eyes when Barty put in his own request with a wink in her direction as she walked away. 

“So what’re you gonna do about it, boss?” Barty asked as he sat up and reached to fiddle with one of the loops in his ear.

Regulus' back straightened, “I’ll be attending with a woman named Pandora Rosier. Her family oversees a popular real estate firm and are relatively well-to-do. I won’t arouse any suspicion being seen with her.”

Barty nodded. Rosier. Rosier, where had he heard that name before…

“In order to prove there are no particular feelings between the two of us as my maman suspected,” Regulus went on, “you will be attending with her brother, Evan Rosier." 

Still trying to puzzle out that last name as he was, it took Barty a moment or two to process what Regulus had said. Wait he was supposed to-

His eyes narrowed suspiciously, "What like a date?"

Regulus seemed frustratingly nonplussed by this. He shrugged, "I suppose, yes."

Oh hell no.

“No.” Barty had never refused anything faster in his life. Nope. Nuh-uh. Absolutely not, no way.

“Barty I really don’t have time to argue the details with you on this-”

“No,” Barty scowled across the table at Regulus, “Hell no. I said I would go as your plus one, not be a part of your whole ass entourage and pretend to be on a date with some dude I don’t even know.”

“You wouldn’t be my-” Regulus stopped and let out a harsh breath, “You have to go.”

“No I don’t. It’s fuckin stupid.”

“It’s not stupid and yes, you do.”

“Fuck me left, right, and up n’ down an alley and I still wouldn’t go.” Barty snapped, crossing his arms even, and turning his back to his friend.

Regulus muttered what were probably some obscene words under his breath before speaking, “You haven’t even seen him yet.”

Barty’s eyes practically rolled back into his head but he turned back around, “I don’t need to see the bloke to know this is bull-”

He stopped. Decisively. Immediately. His jaw went embarrassingly slack as his gaze fell to Regulus’s phone screen in front of him.

Well fuck me left, right, and up n down that alley…

Barty tried to salvage the shreds of his dignity with a nonchalant shrug, “He’s alright.” He was beautiful. Weirdly familiar looking. But fucking beautiful.

“Well?” Regulus raised his eyebrows expectantly.

Fuck me. “Fine.” He grumbled, “I’ll fucking go.

He could practically feel Regulus smirking. “Perfect.”

[themarauderer]

Rosekiller but it’s both of them having to work through trauma. Rosekiller but it’s Evan being ace and not knowing how Barty, who has a reputation of hooking up with anyone and everyone, will love him despite that. Rosekiller but it’s Barty admitting that the hookups were a coping mechanism and a distraction from the fact he couldn’t have Evan. Rosekiller but it’s Barty being soft and loving with Evan and protecting him because he knows Evan hasn’t had that before. Rosekiller but it’s Evan learning Barty’s little habits and nervous ticks and knowing exactly how to calm him down. Rosekiller but it’s Evan knowing how reckless and self destructive Barty is and loving him despite that. Rosekiller but it’s Barty getting the dark mark to piss off his dad and only after realizing that means he’ll lose Evan as well. Rosekiller but it’s Evan not leaving after Barty gets the dark mark and instead getting it as well because if Barty goes down Evan goes down with him. Rosekiller but it’s Evan dying in battle and Barty seeing it happen. Rosekiller but it’s Barty cradling Evan’s body sobbing and regulus keeping watch providing cover. Rosekiller but it’s Barty years later taking the form of the man who killed the love of his life in order to serve a lord he hates more than anything. Rosekiller but it’s the fact that no matter how you twist it, in all time lines, in all possibilities, they will always be tragic.

[bri-cheeses]

Our Little Secret - Part 3

| Rosekiller microfic | Word count: 668 | Part two is here |

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“Evan,” said Barty from behind him, but Evan didn’t stop walking. If he could only reached that stupid doorknob—

“Loretta Fieldwake, start of fifth year.”

Evan stopped.

Barty continued speaking. “The first girlfriend you had. Cas had to have the same talk with me. I just didn’t understand why. And the mistletoe was because I still didn’t understand why, but something felt different about kissing you than it did with any of our other friends. I spent that dinner trying to figure out why. And I wasn’t the one who broke up with Cooper in sixth year, he was the one who dumped me, because he said that I was too obsessed with you and that he didn’t want to be dating someone who so clearly wanted to be with someone else. And I was endlessly confused about what he was talking about, but I was ecstatic to have you start talking to me again after he was gone.

“In sixth year, all those runs you went on felt like a special form of torture, because you would come back all flushed and sweaty and I swear to Merlin that no one had ever looked better. I told Regulus about it, because I was confused and said I shouldn’t be thinking thoughts like that because you were my best friend and there were only platonic feelings between us. He looked at me like I was insane, but he let it drop. And I think that he must’ve looked at you like that because he was sad for the both of us. And I lied about Amortentia too, because I was starting to figure out something and I was terrified of naming it. And I took that shirt on purpose, even if I knew I shouldn’t have. I was just glad that you didn’t say anything about it.

“And last night everything got so twisted up and I finally forgot why I had been stopping myself from having a chance with you, and so I just… went for it. And you did, too, and it was great and amazing but I woke up this morning and panicked because I didn’t think you wanted me for anything more than a hook-up and I messed things up pretty catastrophically and, well, I’m just… sorry. But I’m not sorry to finally have the air cleared between us, because from the sound of it, we should’ve had this talk a long, long time ago.”

Evan didn’t turn around. Couldn’t, because once he did then everything would shatter and he’d wake up from whatever wonderful dream state he’d gone into where Barty liked him back and they had a chance to actually have something between them.

Barty’s voice sounded from close behind him—he must’ve walked closer after he had finished speaking—and his voice was soft but hopeful.

“Rosie?” he said, and something about the way he said it had Evan turning around before he could stop himself.

Barty was still holding the clothes that Evan had dumped in his arms, and he was looking at Evan nervously. Another sock dropped from the pile.

Evan laughed wetly, his eyes filled with unshed tears.

“I told you not to call me that,” he said

Barty’s mouth quirked up into a half smile. “Somehow, I didn’t think you’d mind this time.”

Evan laughed again and shook his head, then stepped closer to Barty and gabbed the collar of his shirt.

“You’re infuriating,” he said, pulling Barty into him.

The clothes dropped to the floor with a soft thud as Evan buried his face into Barty’s neck and laughed, shaking with years of not-quite’s and almost-there's, but feeling like everything in the world was finally making sense, there in their dorm room with Barty’s arms wrapped around him.

“I may be infuriating,” Barty hummed, tilting his head so it rested on top of Evan’s, “but I’m starting to think that you don’t mind it so much.”

“No,” Evan said into his shoulder. “I don’t mind it at all.”

-

(The End!)

[sommerregenjuniluft]

regulus back facing bartys chest and barty fucking into regulus cunt slowly, so slowly that it’s making regulus whine and beg him to go faster only for barty to put a hand around his neck, telling him to shut up and be a good boy for evan.

Evan who’s kneeling in front of the bed, hands caressing regulus thighs, much gentler than barty and he eats him out so good, slow measured strokes and he lightly sucks on his clit, feeling his hair being tugged on and looks up to see regulus head leaned back on Barty’s shoulder, letting out the sweetest noises

I love rosestarkiller

yes infuckingdeed nonny, i'm always so 100% here for rosekiller taking regulus APART

NSFW (i keep typing these out in tumblr so idk the word count but i'd guess < 500)

Evan watches Barty drive in to the hilt again, eliciting messy squelching noises where he's buried deep inside, Regulus insanely wet for them and whimpering with his eyes squeezed shut. His legs are spread wide, hooked around Barty's thighs behind him and giving Evan beautiful access to lean in and swipe his tongue along where he's dripping onto Barty's cock.

Regulus makes a startled noise, panicy and needy, twitching to try and escape the stimulation but Evan only digs in deeper. His palms sliding up and down Regulus' pale thighs in a soothing matter, dusting of black hair tickling, and then laps at the hood exposing Regulus' small cock, sucking relentlessly.

Their friend's back bows with a shout and Barty laughs breathlessly as he pulls out slightly and bares slowly in again, rubbing Regulus center deeper into Evan's face. He keens, whole body tembling before he gasps out, frustrated, "Get on with it already."

His voice breathy and gaze completely out of it when Evan blinks up and Barty tuts from behind, "Not so fast, love. We gotta get you nice and ready for the big finale."

Regulus throws his head back with a petulant noise, trying to spear himself deeper on Barty's cock with a desperate twitch of hips and Barty growls in warning. When he does it again Barty slides the hand holding Regulus up across the chest up, collaring his palm snugly around his throat and Regulus whimpers helplessly.

Evan smirks, bopping his head mildly as he keeps suckling on the exposed bundle of nerves, making Regulus moan high-pitched, one of his hands snapping down to bury in Evan's twists.

Barty resumes to a shallow pace, grinding his whole length back and forth inside Regulus. "We heard you're a little out of practice, kitten," he leers, "Wouldn't wanna overhelm you."

He gives a harsher snap of hips and Regulus cries out in ecstasy.

"See, love?" Barty asks, voice dripping with faux concern, "You couldn't handle it."

Regulus whines in protest, "Fuck you."

Evan sucks off with a wet noise. "Now that's not very nice," he admonishes, blowing cool air over Regulus' slick little cock.

More desperate high-pitched noises and Regulus trashes, as good as he can in the iron hold Barty has around him. "I hate you, I hate you," he gasps out, gritting his teeth. Then he throws his head back, making a noise in defeat, "Please, please, please need more. Need it harder."

Barty grunts, hips jerking a little off pace and Evan hums into Regulus swollen folds, "Yeah? Needy for it?"

Regulus nods frantically, mouth dropping open at the sight of Evan below, "Gotta cum so bad, fuck. Please-"

Evan attaches his mouth back, tongue out, at the same time Barty rolls his hips again, the head of his cock hitting the perfect spot going off of the shiver ripping through Regulus' body.

"All in good time, love," Barty rasps, and Evan doesn't have to look up to know there's a cruel smirk straining against his cheeks.

[foursaints]

every time evan necrophiliac rosier is brought up all i can think of is that b99 scene where a girl jake is hooking up with makes him rub ice on his lips so it’s like he’s dead lmaooo 😭😭 very rosekiller to me

CASS IM LAUGHING… you’re too right. barty is laying motionless & supine in an ice bath shivering while evan is getting way too into it (you’d think it’s because they’re freaks but it’s really about seeing how far evan can push barty’s extremely tenuous self control before he Snaps)

then they get lunch with regulus and he’s just like why is barty Blue

[adh-james-version]

Transferred - RoseKiller

part two

previous part - next part

Barty woke up feeling like it was..... actually he didn't know. He'd say Christmas morning but he didn't get gifts on Christmas so.... ANYWYAYS!

He had a date in- FUCK- he looked at his watch, 45 minutes!? He really need to control his naps.

He jumped in the shower, and got dressed. He roughed up his hair making sure the green in it showed and threw on his snake jewelry and checked to make sure all his piercings were in and walked to the skate park.

When he got there it was full as usual, he glanced around but he didn't see and blonde locs. He found a bench and sat down.

"Hey pretty boy"

Barty turned around as he felt hands on his shoulders. "Uhm, hi Evan." Evan jumped over the bench putting himself in a sitting position on it. He was wearing dark jeans a green hoodie and had multiple sliver chains around his neck. He also had on airforces in a color wave that he'd never seen before, they must be custom.

"How are you doing?"

"Better now that you're here." Barty said smirking. Evan froze up and Barty laughed, "So you can dish it but can't take it?"

Evan rolled his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. "Whatever pretty boy, let's go!" The two stood up and Barty began walking next to Evan. Evan switched their positions put him self close to the street then Barty.

"So you're not gonna kidnap me right?"

"I mean you're going with me willingly so I'm not doing anything here."

Barty laughed, looking up at Evan, they continued walking silently.

They made their way up to a cute little cafe in city and walked in, they were led to a table by a window. "This place is co cute, someone like you wouldn't seem to like somewhere like this."

"Are you assuming my inner aesthetic?" Evan asked faking shock. Barty rolled his eyes laughing.

"You're so odd."

"I'm gonna take that as a compliment."

"So what do you study?" Evan asked Barty.

"Uhm I'm studying psychology by force as you know, I already have a degree in English from a Dual Enrollment plan in high school but my dad thinks I should keep studying. It's quite stupid if you ask me." Bartys said rolling his eyes.

"Damn, that's the worst. My dad doesn't even know what I major in."

"Really?"

"Yeah he's a very busy guy, especially since my mom died when I was 13...which you didn't need to know, my bad."

"No, its okay my mom passed away when I was 8 I barely knew her."

"Damn. Crazy that we both have a passed mother and a terrible father."

"Yeah."

"Hi! May I take your order?" She asked.

"Hello, can I ge-"

"Hold on Barty, ma'am if he's ordering you should give him your attention, instead of drooling over me. It's very disrespectful, especially seeing as I'm on a date here." The girl was shocked for a second.

"Is it a first date?"

"Yes."

"Then it's not that serious, you should-" Evan got a up grabbed Barty's hand and escorted him out, leaving the girl behind them stunned.

"Uhm let's find somewhere else to go!" Barty said happily, feeling the annoyance radiating off Evan.

"No it's okay, I had a backup plan."

"You did?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I?"

"Well I mean...nothing."

Evan let the subject drop but made a note to ask Barty about it at a later time.

"So my back up plan is in my truck, which is right around the corner."

"Did you think you were just gonna take me home after this?" Barty accused. Not at all surprised that all Evan wanted was to get in his pants, that's how it always was, he'll take a good fuck if that's all it is.

"Well I mean I assumed after we ate I assumed you wouldn't want to walk yourself home? I thought it would be nice if I took you back to your flat when we finished the date? Unless you don't wanna finish the date, that's fine, uhm, I'm sorry?"

"Wait, you didn't wan to just fuck me?"

"What? No! I genuinely just want to get to know you. I'm not the hook up type anyway."

"Oh- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to accuse you like that. Truly feeling sorry for his outburst.

"It's cool, do you want to finish that date?"

"Definitely" Barty smiled.

They walked around the corner to Evan truck, it was a glossy solid black color.

"I like it."

"Thank you, my dad paid for it in full  when I got my license, one of the few times he decided to pop in my life and do anything for me."

Barty nodded as they both walked to the side of the door.

"What are you doing? Don't you have to drive?" Barty asked as he reached out to touch the door handle.

"I know?" Evan replied before he nudged Barty's hand before he could touch the door handle. He opened the door for him.

"Oh uhm thank you." Evan just smiled at him as he shut the door. He went around to the other side and got in driving out to a somewhat sunny field, there was no one around them.

"Wait here."

Evan got out of the car walked behind it, out of sight, and re appeared 10 minutes later. He opened the door for Barty and led him around to the trunk.

There was a picnic blanket in the bed of the truck. There was an assortment of pillows the back of the bed in a couch like formation and a cooler of sodas and beers on the side, along with a MacBook.

"Okay so I was thinking that maybe we could watch and movie or show or possibly listen to music? And like talk? And I didn't know whether or not you drank and what you drank so I just took a guess."

"This is really nice Evan, thank you."

"It isn't much really." Evan said to himself confused.

They both climbed into the bed of the truck and opted to play music, happy to find that they listened to a lot of the same music. They sat and talked and talked until it was dark outside. Joking and talking about light topics. Evan looked at the time on his MacBook screen, unfortunately it was getting late and he has class tomorrow, Barty probably did too.

"It's getting late Barty, I should probably drop you back at your flat."

"Yeah you're probably right" Barty said glancing at the time. He helped Evan pack up all the stuff and when they're both in the truck Evan gets Barty's address.

———

When they're arrive at Barty's apartment he turns to see Barty asleep in the passenger seat.

"Barty, it's time to get up, we're at your apartment." Evan nudged him a little.

Barty woke up instantly eyes wide. He blinked twice and was suddenly  more relaxed.

"Woah. Are you okay?"

"Hm? Yeah, thanks for the date, I had a great time, and thanks for the ride too." He said unbuckling his seatbelt.

"Don't get out to open the door, it's okay." Barty said laughing as he saw Evan about to try and open his door.

"Text me when you get in your apartment okay?" Evan asked

"Sure, you too yeah?"

"Yeah."

Barty makes his way inside his building and then up to his apartment. He glances out the window to see Evan still sitting in the parking lot.

- - -

Barty - I'm in safe text me when you get home

Evan liked "I'm in safe text me when you get home"

- - -

Barty took a shower and slipped on his underwear and shorts. When his climbed into his bed he received a text

- - -

Evan - I made it home

Evan - goodnight pretty boy

Barty liked "I made it home"

Barty - goodnight Evan

- - -

Barty's never gone to sleep with a smile on his face. But there's a first time for everything.

[samynnad102687]

Sneaking Out

@struttingstag April 9th Prompt: Sneaking out | 1552 words | Jegulus, Rosekiller CW: Recreational Drug Use

"And where do you think you are going?" Effie asked sternly with her arms crossed over her chest.

James thought he was being quiet but clearly, he wasn't quiet enough. James was supposed to meet up with Regulus in twenty minutes like he did every day after school. Usually, they would meet at the park and just hang out there but today he was meeting him at his house since his parents were out of town for the week.

"To see Reggie," James replied innocently like he didn't know why his mother was stopping him.

He knew. Of course, he knew and it was all Barty's fault. He was the one who gave James the joint. James just forgot that he had it on him when he walked into the house and his mum stopped him.

"I don't think so. You are grounded. If you really wanted to see Regulus, then you should have listened. Now get back to your room until I call you down for dinner."

"But mum? That's not fair. I always see him after school." James put on his best pouting face.

"Too bad. You know the rules, James. These are your consequences. If you're going to smoke, I better not find out about it. Now get to your room." Effie pointed to the stairs leading up to the second floor with a look on her face that said if he kept it up, he would be grounded longer.

He knew he wasn't going to win that argument even if he tried. James sighed before he dramatically threw his hands up in the air and hung his jacket back up on the hook.

"Fine," James said, aggravated before he stomped up the stairs.

He knew he was acting like a child but he didn't care. He wanted to go and see Regulus and he couldn't even call him to tell him that he couldn't come because his mum took his phone away.

James slammed the door to his room and plopped down on his bed dramatically, making a whole show of it even though nobody was watching. He had to find a way to sneak out and yes, he did realise that trying to leave through the front door was not the smartest idea. James was looking at the tree outside his bedroom window when he saw something fly up and back down. He thought nothing of it until it happened again. James walked over to the window and saw Barty underneath it, trying to throw a rock up to hit the window.

"What are you doing here?" James whisper-shouted after he opened the window.

"I'm guessing since you weren't answering your phone that you got it taken away again."

"No shit, Sherlock." James scoffed as he leaned on the windowsill. "That still doesn't explain why you're here."

"I'm here to break you out, obviously." Barty shrugged with a devilish grin.

"I already tried sneaking out. Mum caught me."

"Well, I just saw her leave with your father, so I'm guessing you have at least an hour before they are back. So, come on. We got our boys to go and meet. They're at the park already."

"I thought we were meeting at Reg's house."

"Change of plans." Barty shrugged with a smug look on his face. "Sirius has Remus over and Reggie said he didn't want to deal with them."

"Oh."

James looked between Barty and his bedroom door a few times before he grabbed his extra trainers and jacket and climbed out of the window. His door was locked so if his mum came to check on him later he could just pretend that he was still mad at her for grounding him.

James grabbed onto the tree and climbed down easily. Barty was laughing quietly and James wanted to smack him. They peeked around the corner of the house and sure enough, the car wasn't in the drive. James and Barty bolted across the garden before they made it three streets over to the park.

Regulus and Evan were already there waiting for them and James couldn't help the smile that spread across his face when he saw Regulus. It didn't matter that they just saw each other a couple of hours ago at lunch. Unfortunately, James had also gotten detention for pulling a prank on their maths teacher so he couldn't see Regulus at the end of the school day.

"Hey baby," James said easily when he pulled Regulus into a tight hug and kissed the top of his curls.

"You had to sneak out again, didn't you?" Regulus asked with a knowing smirk and James glared at Barty. Fucking traitor.

"No," James denied immediately.

"James."

"Fine, yeah I did but it's worth it. Mum isn't even home right now so as long as I'm back before she gets home, I should be fine," James admitted with a shrug.

Regulus shook his head but didn't say anything. It's not like he hadn't had to sneak out to meet up with James before. They walked over to the swings and talked for a few minutes before Barty and Evan joined them.

"So, how long are you grounded for, James?" Evan asked as he lit up the joint that he put between his lips.

"A week. It's Barty's fault though," James said before he stuck his tongue out at Barty who gasped and put his hand over his heart as if the accusation hurt him.

"How the fuck is it my fault? You're the dumbass that got caught."

"Yeah, because you put the damn joint in my pocket when the bobbies showed up. I forgot it was there and she could smell it. So, yes, it's your fault."

"Whatever, I broke you out too so I don't know why you're complaining." Barty shrugged before he took the joint from Evan and took a long drag on it, letting the smoke fill his lungs before he tried to blow smoke rings with it.

"I thought I told you to always check your pockets before you went home," Regulus scolded him lightly. It wasn't the first time it happened and probably wouldn't be the last either.

"Yeah, I know. I was thinking, love."

They hung out at the park for a while, passing the joint back and forth until they all felt good. James felt like he was floating and he could have sworn that he saw his parents' car drive by but he wasn't thinking clearly and didn't realise that that was a very bad thing. At least, not until Barty started smacking him in the chest.

"James! You gotta go. I'm pretty sure that was your mum and it looks like she's turning around."

"Fuck!" James exclaimed before he practically fell off of the swing in his hurry to hide.

James managed to hide behind a tree before the car slowed down near the entrance to the park. The other three were still on the swings, smoking and acting like nothing was wrong. As soon as the car pulled away, James looked around to make sure the coast was clear. Did they realise that he wasn't in his room? Or did they assume that he would try to sneak out again? James walked back over to Regulus and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. He didn't want to go.

"James! Fucking go! I think they're turning around again," Barty screamed as he yanked on James' arm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking shit. Fuck! I love you. I'll see you later.... maybe if they don't kill me for sneaking out again."

"Just go! Fuck!" Regulus shouted as he pointed in the direction of James' house.

"Fuck! Okay, bye. Love you."

James took off running before the car could turn the corner again. He was cutting across people's gardens to try and make it. When he made it back to his house, the car was still gone and he booked it around the back of the house to his bedroom window. He climbed the tree and fell through the window with a thud. His chest was heaving as he tried to catch his breath. James threw his trainers and jacket back into the closet before he grabbed his headphones, connected them to his stereo and lay on his bed. He also tried to get the smell of weed off his clothes. That would be a dead giveaway if his mum came to his room.

By the time James' breathing was back to normal from the adrenaline of running and panicking, there was a knock at his bedroom door that he ignored. He was pretending to be mad at his mum.

"James, dinner is ready," Effie called through the door.

"I'm not hungry," James called back, putting as much annoyance in his voice as he could.

Suddenly the door opened and James had to stop his jaw from dropping. His mother stood there with her arms crossed over her chest again and he knew he was fucked.

"I wasn't asking and the next time you decide to sneak out, you should probably make sure that the door is actually locked."

"Fuck," James said under his breath before he slowly got off his bed, taking his headphones off and following his mother down to the dining room for dinner. 

Also posted on Ao3: Don't Get Caught

[jamespottersmixtape]

september 16: binge 1,173 words @rosekiller-microfic

It’s their movie night! just rosekiller being in love tbh (ft. Regulus freaking out)

After careful contemplation, in which he heavily weighed the pros and cons of each day of the week, Evan has decided that Saturday is his favourite.

This isn't that surprising—Saturdays are great. No work, no school, no need to wake up early or go to sleep before dawn. Pure unbridled bliss to spend a day however one pleases.

But that isn't why Evan loves them.

No, Evan has become rather fond of Saturdays because for the past year or so since he and Barty started dating, they've made it a goal to host a movie night. Just the two of them.

It started off as a complete accident—Saturday being one of the only days the two were free, unburdened by Evan's university classes and Barty's part-time job. So one night they found themselves sprawled over Evan's couch, watching a movie and eating takeaway because they hadn't felt like leaving the flat. Then the next week found them in a similar position, only at Barty's place, completely by coincidence.

By the third week they realized the pattern and made a truce—every Saturday that they could manage they'd stay at one of their flats, order in, and put on a random movie or show to watch together.

It quickly became a favorite date night for the both of them—choosing to ignore the rest of the world for one night a week and keep each other company. It was more than enough. Soft, tender touches under a blanket and rowdy laughter directed at a particularly shitty movie Barty had picked out. They would always end the night with their limbs tangled together, whether that be on the couch or one of their beds.

Now over a year later Evan still feels the same excitement bubbling in the pit of his stomach as the clock hits 5pm—their official designated start time.

He figures Barty will arrive any minute now and let himself in, so he turns the TV on and grabs some blankets from the closet, setting up the couch as comfortably as he can.

He's in the kitchen looking over menus when he hears the turn of a key and the click of the front door closing. He smiles to himself, soft and hidden, as feet patter across his wooden floors.

A warm presence ghosts along his back as steady arms wrap around his waist. Barty tugs him closer and hooks his chin over Evan's shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

"Hi Ev," Barty mumbles; he sounds tired. Evan knows he went home to see his mother today, a visit that usually leaves Barty drained no matter how much he loves her. He tries his hardest not to be so reserved around Evan; he's definitely gotten better with opening up about his home life, but it can be hard.

Evan has learned to be patient.

"Hi baby," he hums, turning his head and capturing Barty's lips in a kiss. It's sweet, chaste.

He turns around fully so he can run his fingers through Barty's hair, cupping his face with his free hand. "How was today? Your mum's well?"

That's another thing they've worked on: communication. Sometimes just a simple How was your day? or a Can we call later? I miss you, makes all the difference when both of them lead such busy lives. The two of them are far from perfect, but they try their best.

Barty shrugs, but smiles nonetheless. "She's good, not very busy these days. Father wasn't home so we went out for coffee," he wrinkles his nose at the thought of his father, and Evan laughs. He can't say he disagrees with the sentiment.

Barty tugs Evan closer where his hands still rest on his waist. "And what'd you do today? Other than wait for me to grace you with my presence, of course."

Evan rolls his eyes. "Actually I was dreading this. I'd much rather go back to studying like I've been doing for the past 6 hours. It's very fun," he loops his arms around Barty's neck, staring up at him with a devilish grin.

"Oh I'm sure," Barty nods along. "I should make my swift exit then, don't wanna take up too much of your time Mr. University."

"Shut up and kiss me, idiot."

Their lips meet again, warm and slow under the yellow lighting of Evan's small kitchen. It's unhurried, no intention other than re-familiarizing themselves with each other. Still, kissing Barty always makes his entire body light up—fireworks or tingles or electricity; whatever you want to call it—and he shivers from head to toe at the feeling.

God, he's painfully in love with this stupid man.

They pull back, Barty's hand never leaving Evan's hip as they go about chattering aimlessly. They choose a restaurant and Evan forces Barty to call in—pizza, even though Barty complains that his mother sent him home with enough Italian food.

They laugh at nothing as they wait for the food, Barty recounting to Evan how Regulus called him at 8pm the previous night to freak out when he found a ring in James' sock drawer.

Honestly Evan's surprised they're not married with two kids yet. They've been dating for ages, and James looks at him like he built the solar system. It's gross—and also about damn time that man proposes.

The food arrives in record time and they make themselves comfortable, Barty laying half of his body weight on Evan's legs. Not that he's complaining.

Barty chooses a show for them to watch tonight—some random sitcom he's been binge watching the past few weeks—and they settle into a comfortable silence, munching on their food.

"Hey, B?" he asks halfway through the second episode; food long gone and plates piled in the sink. He's wrapped in Barty's arms now, a blanket thrown over the both of them.

The chatter on the TV is low enough that he knows Barty heard him, but he doesn't make a move to acknowledge it.

Evan pokes one of his hands. Nothing.

He sighs, long and drawn out. "Baby."

Predictably, Barty turns his head to face Evan. He looks smug, the bastard, and raises a questioning eyebrow.

"Rosie?"

"Ugh, you're horrible. Why do I tolerate you again?"

Barty smiles, a bright and open gesture that radiates even more warmth under the soft blanket. "Cause you're just as bad as I am," he wraps his arms tighter and noses at Evan's hair.

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am n–"

"Watch the show, Ev," Barty interrupts, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

Evan scoffs but resigns himself to sink into the surrounding warmth, the rise and fall of Barty's breathing a comforting lull. The domesticity of it all makes his chest ache.

They go through another episode before Evan begins to feel the effects of sleep taking over, his brain peacefully blank and his eyes struggling to stay open.

"Sleep, Ev. I'll wake you later," he hears Barty whisper lowly next to his ear. Evan smiles, and lets his eyes close.

This, he thinks. This is perfect.

[supernova-stardust]

master post

hi! i'm finn - i'm an artist and author currently all-consumed by the marauders (especially jegulus) but i also post about bungo stray dogs and occasionally attack on titan and jujutsu kaisen

you can find my fan art by searching #my art on my page - most of it is bsd

links:

general ao3 link: here tiktok account: @supernova.stardust

multi chapter fics

A Habit To Kick (The Age-Old Curse) (wip 4/?): jegulus, wolfstar, rosekiller, modern cafe au, actively being updated regulus tried to kill himself a few weeks ago, now he's trying to learn how to live

A Tender Thing (wip 11/?): jegulus, wolfstar, rosekiller, dorlene, pandalily, currently on hold while being thoroughly edited two emotionally stunted idiots on opposite sides of the war fall in love and end the wizarding war hand in hand

series

You Already Know That I'm The Love of Your Life (ongoing): No One Has To Know What We Do (rated E, 5,602 words) regulus and james hook up in a ballet studio (trans reg) Bad Idea, Right? (rated E, 9,351 words) james can't stop thinking about regulus after their last hook up (trans reg)

one shots

Little King (rated G, 1,033 words) regulus comes out as trans to sirius the night before his first day at hogwarts

My Lover's the Sunlight (rated E, 4,176 words) james and regulus hook up for the first time (cis reg)

Close To You (rated E, 3,778 words) (set in the Habit to Kick universe) sirius and remus have car sex

[grimsneverendingfuneral]

Okay now I NEED your opinion (or headcanons in general) on Rosekiller 🎤

looorrdddd alright im grabbing the microphone and tapping it gently. a loud screech of feedback rips through and everyone stops talking

umm so first there are many variations of rosekiller, more than any other ship imo so im just gonna talk about mine??? my rosekiller are like complete opposites but then you look closer and they're still complete opposites but in the other direction like.....they're what the other thinks they are. as in evan thinks he's not like barty but he's more like barty than barty is and barty thinks he's not evan but he's more evan than evan is. they're obsessed with each other. like unhealthily so. its a sickness, almost. they keep it under wraps, but there's this pull between them, a string of energy that connects them with the blaze of a thousand suns. its electrical, leaves them feeling insane rolling around in bed unable to sleep. imma put a keep reading cause this shit got long

barty is an intellectual. he's an alcoholic. he LOVES poppers (the drug lol), keeps a Rush labeled bottle with him at all times, sniffs it whenever, wherever. like he'll be sitting in the subway and just bring it up to his nose. he likes sweet things. eats sour keys like there's no tomorrow. he's really into music like its his whole personality. everything he wears and does is consciously curated even if to other people he looks like a dirtbag. he makes people think he sleeps around but really its just a carefully constructed image so he can be left alone to be a rotting decrepit being. god complex but is unaware of it. he thinks he's soooo sexy but its a coping mechanism for the inescapable self-hatred he feels for himself. he's flirty but kinda awkward with it like its almost forced because he thinks of everything he wants to say before saying it so he never comes off as uncool or bothered. he doesn't really exist to himself. when he looks in the mirror for too long, he dissociates. he doesn't think of his body as a body its just a vessel he can shove things into and see what happens. he's a science experiment to himself, which is why when he meets evan he becomes irrevocably hooked, cause finally someone else sees him as that too!!!! yay!!!!

speaking of evan. my evan is tricky cause im still getting to know him. i know he has a giant fish tank with only one beta fish in it. he gives it the best life. he sees people in colors, he hates impurities, dirt, dust, anything like that. he doesnt like the texture of dirty (except barty hheeehhoooo). he keeps handcream on him at all times and various medicinal packets like aspirin, cough drops, acetaminophen tablets, etc. he's always got an earphone in, for sure. listens to gay shit like depeche mode and pet shop boys with a deadpan expression. his eyes are often expressionless but he feels everything so much it makes him gag. sensitive to the bone. can read anyones energy within two seconds. he's very decisive. like he'll look at someone for five seconds and be like yeah ok i like you. loves nobody but his sister and his fish. evan is also bent on domination. he likes to control situations and he's not afraid of doing so. not in any manipulative way no he'll just be like "you're gonna do this and this will be the result."

there's so much more i wanna say but fuck yall are just gonna see it in the fic anyways so

thank you for your question!!!!! kisses

[bri-cheeses]

| Rosekiller microfic | Word count: 704 | Ngl this was definitely inspired by my own injuries which have had me stuck in the weight room for the past month | But we don’t need to talk about that |

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The door to the weight room creaked as it was opened, revealing a familiar head of blond hair and blue eyes.

“You in here today too, Bee?” Evan asked, making his way over to where Barty had been busy rowing for the past ten minutes. Barty slowed in his motions.

“Yeah,” he responded. “Coach wanted to rest my ankle before tomorrow’s game. I’m assuming you’re stuck in here because of your shoulder?”

Evan sighed, some of his energy leaving his frame. “Pretty much. I tried to go out for practice, but he took one look at me and told me to turn back around. Something about how a dislocated shoulder is actually a big deal, or something. I wasn’t really listening.”

Barty made a sympathetic noise in the back of his throat. Being injured absolutely sucked.

“At least you’re here with me?” he offered in an attempt to make light of the situation, and Evan huffed a laugh and went about his workout a little less weary and defeated than he had been. Barty just smiled and resumed his rowing.

An hour later and Barty was back at the rowing machine after taking a stint on the bike, and Evan had decided it was a good idea to do some shoulder strengthening exercises. Which Barty was all for, because he definitely liked the idea of being able to prevent that sickening pop! and tortured expression that Evan had worn when his shoulder got wrenched out of its socket, but honestly, did he have to be doing that right now? Because as Barty’s gaze was once again pulled to his best friend, he couldn’t help but notice the bead of sweat rolling down Evan’s temple, or the fact that his arm muscles were looking positively delicious as he exercised, or that his cheeks were flushed in that lovely way Barty liked so much.

From the corner of his eye, Barty saw the screen on the rowing machine go dim. He’d evidently been staring at Evan too long and the lack of motion had paused the timer. But instead of trying to refocus his attention and begin again, he simply hooked the rowing handle back into place and stood, stepping over the bar where the seat sat in order to cross the room.

Evan didn’t even see him coming up behind him, and he startled as Barty wrapped his arms around Evan’s waist and pulled him into his chest.

“Hey,” Barty said, right next to Evan’s ear. The resulting shiver that went down Evan’s spine was enough to have Barty smiling to himself.

Still, that smile fell just slightly when he took in the way that Evan looked to the left and right, just to make sure that they were, in fact, alone.

“You scared me,” Evan murmured once he had surveyed their surroundings. He turned in Barty’s arms, locking eyes with Barty as he slid an arm around his neck. And what would Barty not give to just stay here in this moment, soaking up any and all extra time they got to themselves?

“Sorry,” said Barty, not sounding sorry at all. “I just couldn’t help it when you were standing here, looking all… like that.”

“Yeah?” asked Evan. His tongue wet his lips, and yet his gaze flicked somewhere behind Barty. Without having to look, Barty already knew what he was looking at.

“We’re out of sight of the door,” he said softly, having checked before he even dared to come over here. Even if someone looked through the small window in the door there was no way they would be able to see Evan and Barty in the corner, wrapped up in each other’s arms.

Which was just as well, because he knew that Evan wouldn’t have leaned in and kissed him if there was even a small chance of them being found out.

As it was, however, Barty simply sighed softly and leaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms tighter around Evan’s waist as if to never let him go.

And maybe someday, he would have the opportunity to do this without fear, to hold Evan and kiss him and love him out in the open like it should be.

Maybe someday.

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[bri-cheeses]

Fiercely and obsessively (wrapped around your finger) — Part 8

| Rosekiller Soulmate AU | Previous part is here | Word Count: 767 |

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Barty hadn’t figured he’d have to wait very long, but he was starting to have second thoughts by the time the weekend rolled around. Evan had gone back to acting odd again, even more so than he’d been before his birthday. Every time Barty went to knock his shoulder, or to ruffle his hair, or to lean against him on the couch, Evan would shy away from him like his touch was poisonous. And each time, Barty would recoil before attempting to brush it off as a fluke or misunderstanding. But the more times it happened, the harder it was to dismiss.

And so, seeing as this weekend happened to be a Hogsmeade weekend, Barty had vowed to corner Evan and find out just what was making him so skittish this time.

“What are you wearing?” Barty asked Evan from across the dorm, where he was digging through his dresser. Evan looked up.

“Um… a shirt and some shorts,” he said. “Why?”

Barty sighed. “It’s just that Dorcas got me this nice, muggle-style shirt for my birthday, but I’m worried it might look out of place. What do you think?” He held up the shirt, which Dorcas had called a tank top, and showed it to Evan.

Evan took in the tiny sleeves and elastic fabric, and his eyes flicked to Barty’s torso. He was no doubt imagining how it would look on Barty in a throng of wizards and assessing if it was too risqué or not. Why, then, his cheeks filled with color, Barty didn’t know, but he didn’t much care as he waited for Evan to respond.

“Yeah,” Evan rasped, then snapped his mouth shut like he had said something bad. But he didn’t take it back, which was good enough for Barty.

“Okay,” he decided. “I’ll wear it.”

An hour later they were with Regulus, Pandora, Dorcas, and Marlene, walking through the town of Hogsmeade. Dorcas had been delighted when she saw Barty’s choice of outfit, and even Marlene had commented on how she liked the grunge design of it. It was a nice confident boost, especially when Evan hadn’t been saying much to him at all ever since the conversation in their dorm.

“Marlene and I are going to go Zonko’s, if that’s okay,” Dorcas told the group. Behind her, Marlene grinned, clearly excited at the prospect of the joke shop. “See you guys later.”

“Actually,” Pandora interrupted, “Reg and I will walk with you a bit. We’re going to the Three Broomsticks, so we can all walk together until you reach Zonko’s.”

“Sounds good,” Dorcas responded, nodding her head. She turned towards him and Evan. “That leaves you two alone. Try not to burn anything down, please.”

Barty gasped, affronted. He searched the faces of his other friends, because surely one of them had just a little bit of faith them, right?

He found nothing but nods and murmurs of agreement.

“Seriously, you guys?” he asked. Pandora smiled, Dorcas shrugged, and Reg tilted his head. Marlene just laughed.

“I think she’s right to be saying that,” she said, still laughing. “You two are the craziest pair I’ve ever seen. That being said, I really would like to go to Zonko’s now, so please do try not to argue against plain facts too much.”

Next to him, Evan snorted inelegantly.

“I’ll keep him out of trouble,” he promised, and Marlene nodded at him once before turning and hooking her arm in Dorcas’s to pull her along after her. Regulus started to trail after them, and with one last small chuckle, Pandora went, too.

Leaving Barty alone with Evan.

“So, uh,” he began, not entirely sure that this is where he wanted to have this conversation, but if it had to be here then so be it. But Evan stopped him before he could get much farther than that.

“I was thinking we could go to the Shrieking Shack.”

Barty wrinkled his nose. There wasn’t much to do there other than stand at the fence and look at a rundown house with an odd name, and why Evan wanted to go there was lost on him. Except… there probably wouldn’t be anyone there other than them. And if no one was there to overhear, then Barty could ask Evan what was up without worrying what other people might think.

“Yeah, sure,” Barty agreed after only a slight pause. Evan didn’t wait to say anything more before turning and walking off, then looking back with a raised eyebrow as if to say, “You coming?”

Barty immediately hurried to catch up, and off they went.

-

(Part 9 is here)

[bri-cheeses]

Shredding the gnar on the pow pow: A compiled list of skiing Rosekiller headcanons

So. Um. I want you guys to know that I was out skiing all day on Friday and Saturday, and so now I’m inspired. Anyways, y’all know how much I love the idea of Skier Evan ™ and will use any chance i get to force it upon you. So i’m taking that chance right now with some Skier Rosekiller ™ headcanons 💕

- Barty would be a snowboarder, one hundred percent. You skiers out there know EXACTLY what I am talking about when I say that (for those of you who don’t know, snowboarders are just. so annoying. They clog up hills and stop and just sit down in the middle of the runs, blast out music from their speakers with no respect for other people and their ears, and are just usually rude in general) (wow that actually kind of made me sound like a Karen but i PROMISE that they are actually annoying, everyone agrees)

- But yeah Barty would snowboard, Evan would ski, and they’d be absolute menaces while doing so, because skiing always brings out the most unhinged thoughts a person has

- I just KNOW that they would touch each other wayyy too much on the way up to the top of a hill.

- Like Barty would kick his one unstrapped leg up and lay in on Evan’s lap, or manage to sit on Evan’s lap while they go up, or just hook one leg over Evan’s and put an arm around his shoulder while doing so

- And Evan would be slightly less… overt (?) and mostly just lean on Barty most of the time and put his head on Barty’s shoulder, but occasionally he’d grab Barty’s thigh and just. Drag it into his lap because he wants to hold it

- Oh also, Evan would definitely do that thing where you scoop up a bunch of snow up onto your ski before getting on the lift, and then once he’s on the lift, kick up his ski so that the snow sprays on Barty and goes down his coat.

- And Barty would shriek like a little girl whenever Evan does that

- Evan would love gap jumps and moguls (or bumps, whatever you want to call them) and double black diamonds

- Barty would prefer the rails/entire terrain park in general and going through the woods where there are explicitly signs saying not to go through the woods (which I have definitely never done in my life, nope)

- They would both unashamedly flirt with the ski lift operators, even though they are dating each other (but seriously, how are so many ski lift operators that cute? I don’t understand it)

- They would be the type of people to heckle other skiers from the lift, and cheer really loudly whenever someone landed a jump or boo if they didn’t (it might sound mean to do that but it’s actually so funny when people do that to you lol)

- Evan would constantly give Barty one of his ski poles so they could sword fight on the way down

- Make out sessions in the middle of the woods up against a tree?? I’m thinking yes

- Neither of them would wear helmets; Evan would wear beanies and Barty would wear a hoodie underneath his coat and pull the hood up

- There are. So many stickers on Barty’s snowboard

- With stickers in mind, they’d also love to leave random stickers on lifts, too (the Mona Lisa dabbing is the one sticker i’ve seen that immediately comes to mind when thinking about this, idk why)

- So. Much. Bombing. (bombing is where you just go straight down the hill and try to go as fast as humanly possible)

- I forgot to mention this above with the heckling from the ski lifts, but they would find so much joy in cupping their hands around their mouths and yelling “YARRRRDDD SAAAALLLEEEE” whenever someone did a yard sale in front of them (that’s when someone falls and everything goes flying, your skiis and poles and sometimes helmet and gloves, too. It’s super funny to see, but not very fun to do lol)

- Anyways yeah I think that’s it, I just love the idea of these two skiing together <3