#Evan Rosier

[dyl-z]

Remus is taller than Sirius.

James is taller than Regulus.

Evan in taller than Barty by barely five centimeters.

Rosekiller is the only one who cares about the height difference.

[my-castles-crumbling]

shred - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 196

“Oh, shit,” Evan muttered, reaching for a napkin as a drop of the syrup from his pancakes dripped off of his fork and down his chin.

But before he could properly wipe off the mess, Barty, who was sitting next to him, leaned over and grabbed his jaw, tilting his head so they were facing each other. Then, Regulus watched in horror as he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around Evan’s chin, licking over the sticky syrup and sucking at the mess for a few seconds, making quite a scene.

After a few moments, Barty pressed one quick kiss to Evan’s mouth and pulled back, smacking his lips and turning to his own food again.

While Evan seemed completely unbothered by Barty’s antics, Regulus gave him a long stare, his mouth hanging open.

It took Barty a moment, but eventually he realized Regulus was gaping at him and he stopped shoveling his breakfast down his throat. “What?” he demanded, looking genuinely confused.

Regulus blinked, completely perplexed. “Do you have a shred of dignity?” he asked, gesturing to Evan, who was still focused on his pancakes.

Barty just laughed. “Nah. Life’s much more fun this way.”

[fajrbirdsongs]

evan and marlene, if only a fraction of that tension and devotion were to exist in my kismet ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

“whatever the fuck these two characters had going on” is a vastly underrated character dynamic

[l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft]

the effect that this rosekiller art had on me and STILL has on me to this day needs to be studied in a lab

somethin about it man

artist @/industrations on here and on insta

[vanitatum-vanitass]

😇

[stargazing-reader]

THE WAY I CHOKED HELP

[walkingtalkingfrog]

Evan with Barty and vice versa because they match each others freak like no other

I can’t fix him but I could fuck him.

[spicypumpkinfrog]

forever thinking about that one headcanon I once read about, of Bartys animagus being a bat and that he sometimes just naps in Evans pocket.

and Evan freaking other people out, cause why tf you carrying a bat with you? when it's just his clingy boyfriend, who just wants to be included in whatever weird shit he is up to. but at the same time it's just Evan, so no one is actually that surprised.

[noblehouseofgay]

Panda: can I play with you two?

Reg: have you ever played chess panda? It's a little confusing. But you can watch us play so you learn

Panda: :(

Evan: it's okay Dora, we can be on a team

Panda: yay!

Panda:

Panda: where are the dice?

[dyl-z]

Friends to lovers Rosekiller and Strangers to lovers Rosekiller are two very different Rosekillers in this essay I will-

[tellmewhythishastoend]

this fic will live on FOREVER.

Crimson Rivers cover and internal art for the first 25 chapters! ❤️ the full back and front cover is on my Twitter.

Wanted to clarify just in case! This is not made to be sold. This was purely a personal project for fun! Fic belongs to bizarrestars.

[my-castles-crumbling]

dance - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 310

"C'mon Rosie, one dance?" Barty whined, batting his eyelashes towards a very stubbornly sitting Evan.

"No," the taller man replied, sipping at his milk. "I don't dance, Barty. You know that."

Barty, though, was in his element. Evan appreciated how stunning he looked; his miles of exposed skin shining in the flashing lights of the club, a sultry grin on his face, his eyeliner-rimmed eyes boring holes into Evan's soul. "Please, Rosie?" he murmured, leaning close to Evan, his breath ghosting over his ear. "I'll show you how."

"I-"

But apparently Barty took that as a yes, because Evan found himself being dragged from his bar stool, and he quickly abandoned his drink next to Barty's Sex on the Beach that he'd been watching.

Strong hands guided Evan to a spot in the sticky floor and Barty quickly turned around, pressing his entire back against Evan's front, grasping Evan's hands and wrapping them around his waist. The tantalizing proximity of their bodies was enough to make Evan think that maybe this wasn't such a bad idea. But then...he started moving his hips.

A zing of pleasure shot up Evan's body as Barty ground against him, reaching behind himself to touch every inch of Evan he could reach as he arched his back.

"Fuck, Bee," Evan muttered, trying to get his bearings as he briefly lost the ability to breathe. Slowly, he began to move with the other man, their bodies rocking to the music.

"See? You're a natural," Barty murmured with a smirk, pressing his arse backward and making Evan hiss with the friction.

"You're a menace," Evan responded flatly. But truth be told, he was in no rush to leave the dancefloor now that he was there. Sure, the music was awful and the other patrons were obnoxious. But Barty's presence made the whole thing more than worth it.

[p4perhug]

STAY SOFT 🌹🔪

SOFT ROSEKILLER SOFT ROSEKILLER SOFT ROSEKILLER

There just isn't enough soft Rosekiller in my opinion.

I mean, this whole fandom thrives on angst and pain...I am here to change that lol

I am a big big softie and I always want everyone to be happy 🥹

Those two lovebirds deserve it!! They are big softies. Behind closed doors, of course. 🫣

Let me know what you think ❤️

Instagram: @p4perhug 💌

[birdieardley]

Pandora hanging out with the Slytherin Skittles:

[walkingtalkingfrog]

Someone doing your T shot for you is peak romance actually

Evan "terrified-of-needles" Rosier