#Evan Rosier

[mushroom-enby]

May I say... Rosekiller

Today's aesthetic is revcore

[my-castles-crumbling]

romance - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 167

“What is it?” Pandora called, bouncing a little in her seat on the couch in the Slytherin Common Room as they all watched Barty open his birthday gifts. Regulus, who was sitting next to her, couldn’t see either, but he didn’t bother moving to get a better view.

“Salazar,” Barty breathed, hugging something to his chest and staring at Evan with shining eyes. “Rosie, this is perfect. M’gonna sleep with it under my pillow.”

“Glad you like it,” Evan replied, smirking and sending him a lewd look that made Regulus a bit uncomfortable.

“But what is it?” Dorcas asked from Regulus’s other side, sounding a bit annoyed.

Still beaming, Barty opened his palm happily, revealing something white.

“Is that….your teeth?” Dorcas asked, recoiling slightly and grimacing.

“Just a mold of them,” Evan said casually, as if that made the whole thing acceptable.

Pandora just sighed, looking nauseous, while Dorcas gave a little gag.

Regulus was the first one to speak. “Well…I guess romance isn’t dead,” he shrugged.

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[walkingtalkingfrog]

Evan and Barty flirting

[mairon-goth-minion]

Regulus: Evan doesn’t blush. It’s a scientifically proven fact. Pandora: Our serious studies confirm this. Barty: Lmao. You know what? I bet you fifty bucks that I can make him blush. Regulus & Pandora: Sure. You’re gonna lose. Barty, climbing onto Evan’s laps and kissing his neck: Hey, Ev… Evan, fully red: Hey, B. Regulus & Pandora, high fiving: the ship has sailed.

[marlbles]

barty wanted to be a dad so badly like he wanted a little girl so much but when evan died he couldn’t see that future for him anymore so instead he went crazy

[in-a-different-timeline]

the skittles are all control freaks

regulus needs to control himself by controlling his emotions because he thinks it's the only way he can protect himself

barty needs to control his appearance and belongings because they're the only things in his life that are out of his father's control

dorcas needs to control even the smallest things and she micromanages everything because the need to be perfect is a constant itch in her mind that she needs to scratch

evan needs to control his relationships with other people because he thinks that's the only way he has power

pandora needs to make every decision, no matter how minor, because she thinks that's the only way she can change the future her visions have shown her

[izzyarden]

love

“barty crouch junior knows all the words to every single white girl pop song” i say into the mic.

one person in the crowd boos. it is regulus black, the only one of the trio to know every single word to fergalicious.

[noblehouseofgay]

Barty: don't do anything stupid til I get back

Evan: how can I? You're taking all the stupid with you

[jdmslapdog]

yes i ship jily yes i ship jegulus yes i ship marylily and pandalily and dorlily and pandorcas and bartylus and rosekiller and starrose and sunrose and dorlene and marylene and wolfstar and moonrose and bitchkiller and fralice and nobleflower and nucious and snucious and emmamary and party and gilderat and lilylene and emmelinemary and emmelene and frankjames and and and

[my-castles-crumbling]

friendship - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 145

“So did you talk to him?” Dorcas asked, sitting next to Barty on the grass. She’d been dying to hear if Barty and Evan had finally talked after their drunken kiss a few nights ago. She'd only encouraged Barty a million times to grow a spine and address it, since Evan was now avoiding him.

“Yeah,” he replied, frowning at her. “He said…he said he was nervous to ruin our friendship. That we should probably leave it alone.”

Dorcas’s heart sank, and she resisted the urge to go find Evan and give him a good slap. “Oh, Barty, I’m sorry. I-“

But then Barty broke into a giant grin. “So, of course, I told him ‘fuck the friendship’ and snogged senseless. We’re dating now.”

She let out a relieved laugh. “Good,” she grinned. “Glad it worked out and you both stopped being idiots about it.”

[elegantthingqueen]

But just imagine if rhay is what they end up doing 😂 also girl dad's Rosekiller will always have a special place in my heart

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[orchideous-nox]

with any other ship this would be cute, but with rosekiller you'd be questioning if they mean it literally

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[zeel-zzz]

Rosekiller at the gym:

Evan likes to go to the gym to work out

Barty likes to go to the gym and pretend to work out as he stares at Evan

Evan loves leg day

Barty despises all work out especially leg day

Evan will stay at the gym for 2+ hrs

Barty will only work out for twenty minutes in those 2+ hrs

Evan drags Barty to the gym as moral support

Barty goes with Evan because he likes to make him laugh during his breaks

They've definitely fucked in the showers