#Yes this is about Barty

[cheekyboybeth]

Top or bottom it doesn’t matter

either way he likes being called a whore

[futurequibblerjournalist]

“Oh, so you read fan fiction before bed too as a little bedtime story, what do you usually read, some cute fluff maybe?”

I need a specifically curated story about my favourite evil twink taking it up the stink star

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Regulus, filming a video of Barty and Evan: Two Bros! Chillin in a hot tuB 5 feet apart because ThEY WONT FUCKING CONFESS!

[etherealriver]

One of my favorite tropes in fics is when everyone is just insanely oblivious to rosekiller. Like Barty and Evan were too, but they eventually realized and got together. But then after that it took ages for other people to notice because they had been so codependent before too, and rosekiller just kinda rolls with it.

*them staring at each other for an entire class*

Everyone: Aw, I love friends who care about each other!

*literally making out in the hall*

Everyone: Wow, they're such close friends!

Barty and Evan: We're a couple.

Hogwarts: A couple of besties! *thinks nothing of it and moves on*

Barty and Evan: *gives up*

Regulus, the only one with a brain: Are you all fucking stupid-

[idkjustlemmedrownlikerab]

We always talk about how jegulus is like the sun and star, how wolfstar is like the moon and star but what about rosekiller

Rosekiller is like lightening and thunder

Barty (Lightening) is showy, bright, illuminating, always visible and dramatic, lights up the earth, always looking for a fight and not subtle at all

Whereas Evan (Thunder) is subtle but also very scary, is not always visible, shakes the earth, is the most peaceful until he's not, a subtle but ever present threat. Definitely the more threatening amongst the two

While most ships have complimenting but at the same time quite contrasting symbols, rosekiller has pretty similar ones (in my opinion) BCOZ AT THE END OF THE DAY THEY R JUST TWO PSYCHO BSFs IN LOVE WHO MATCH EACH OTHER'S FREAK

I rest my case your honour.

[deathnguts]

all you people who view Bartylus as the toxic and complicated couple that are always fighting and having hate sex but never fully breaking up are wrong because that’s actually Rabastan and Regulus. Those motherfuckers got married the second regulus turned 17 (rabastan is like 12 years older than him) and it’s everyone’s problem. They’re fighting, dating other people (open relationship), setting each other’s shit on fire and kicking them out of the house, continuing their fights while they fuck on a dresser, literally genuinely try to kill one another when left alone and angry too long, it’s literally Blank Space core but they always keep their rings on no matter how angry they are and they never even consider divorce no matter what even though literally no one is stopping them. They’re so confusing and no one knows wtf is going on with them but both regulus and Rabastan accept what they have as a status quo that isn’t to be questioned.

[star4daisy]

when the person who asked you for a sequel doesn't want it anymore because there will be angst 🤡🤡 NOW YOU'RE GONNA GET IT and you better enjoy it

[lilyofthevalleyys]

Evan: So what’s the temperature?

Pandora: Maybe medium boil?

Regulus: Flavour?

Dorcas: Very, very sweet

Barty: Tell me all about it

[katakosmos]

who said barty's parents don't deserve a love story

[andyxcds]

rosekiller microfic -- mark (aug 4) | @rosekillermicrofic

(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ Word Count: 809 tags: none, sorta fluffy (sorry for missing yesterday) i'd reccomend reading the previous part linked here, or you might be a tad confused, so sorry!!

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Above the weighted blankets of Barty’s queen bed, Evan found himself held down and pressed by Barty’s calves. It was truly peculiar the way they fit each other perfectly; Evan had to admit that when pressed together, it was as though the ridges of their chests and bodies were made to fit like puzzle pieces.

Evan studied Barty’s face like a trick question he asked himself. Barty was a trick question. He was also the answer. But he was a paradox, a contradiction. So that made him a riddle. How was Evan going to solve him without running himself mad? He couldn’t. There was not enough time to slow down when Barty moved at a hundred miles per hour.

But it was slow. In that moment, it was very slow.

“How many more?”

“Five more.” Barty answered with his fingers tight around the camera. His eyes peered through the lens, taking in Evan’s pale face under white lighting.

“Five more till I rise,” Evan replied with his eyes shut. White foundation caked up in the creases of his forehead, and felt Barty press a finger to the spot between his eyebrows. The bunch faded as it was soothed away. Could Barty soothe the one inside his mind or was that another riddle collapsing in on itself?

“Try not to move. Motion doesn’t work well on dead guys,” Barty said. “Stop talking.”

Evan went rigid under Barty, tightening the muscles in his neck and arms as the wind flushed over his pale white skin.

“Window. Cold,” Evan tried to say without opening his mouth. The waves beneath the cliff still rung underneath his skin, unchanged by the hot bath Barty gave him. In his mind, he remembered Barty’s dripping hair once he dumped him in. They didn’t laugh when Barty got soap in his eyes but Evan was quick to turn the shower on to help rinse out Barty’s eyes. Soaked clothes hit the floor when Barty realized he could see again. At two am, ten minutes later, Evan offered to get the photos ready.

Barty took one last shot, the flash making a light silhouette in Evan’s darkened eyes. “You’ll live.”

“I did, then I died.” Evan said through gritted teeth.

“No, you’re right.” Barty leaned over to the right and swung his feet over Evan’s naked body. “You can get up now.”

Blue eyes shot open and met the light of Barty’s apartment and cringed when they couldn’t handle it. Evan rose with his hands at his side. Vampiric? Definitely.

“Fuck,” Evan said looking at the mirror before Barty’s bed.  “I feel like a vampire.”

“You couldn’t wait to say that. Because I thought that too.”

“Should’ve said so. I’m basically undead now.” It was said so matter-of-factly that Barty was certain Evan would think so once he saw the photos.

“C’mere. Look at the photos.” At once, Evan slid off the bed, pulling his shirt with him and found Barty sitting on a chair in his closet.

“Why the red light?” Evan could hardly see himself in the photos. What was Barty seeing?

“Evan, think. We can’t go anywhere. They’ll trace the photos.” Barty said, pulling strips into a bowl of water. Evan finally understood the size of that closet. It was a walk-in. It was Barty’s secret lair. He shut the door quickly.

Evan placed his hands on his lover’s shoulder. “They can’t trace a vampire.”

“Vampires don’t get caught on camera.” Barty felt Evan’s fingers wind upwards into his hair, then down to grasp his neck gently. The touch was cold and heavy as veined fingers caressed him. He wasn’t feeling any dramatic feelings, but that rising impression of attraction bubbled up in him.

“The photos are dead me. I am now undead.” Evan said dramatically and bore down into Barty’s neck, teeth and all. He heard Barty make a distant groan, laugh escaped. Evan continued moving his lips harshly around the bitten area, even as Barty continued to laugh as though he was being tickled.

Unsurprising as it was, Evan was a biter. He bit and sucked his fingers all through his childhood and Barty found out pretty late. Nothing was like finding out his best friend was going to bite his ear to wake him up after a mid-day nap in a loud and bright bar.

“Evan, you’re going to leave a mark. I don’t people thinking I’m taken,” Barty laughed, working at the strips in front of him.

The blond took his lips off Barty’s neck with a sigh. “How bad would it be for me to turn you into a vampire?”

“That seems like a big job for an illegally living human to do.”

“We can be vamps together, Barty.” Evan slid the door open and let himself out. “I’m gonna wash off. We’ve got a body to bury.”

[ecstarry]

bringing this back to remind u all that this au is happening with rosekiller endgame and Sean will be monty

[evanorphia]

okay so i’m thinking about sunkiller as childhood friends who stopped talking once they got sorted into rival houses and, i need to share the layers of angst i’ve created, it’s like an onion

they grow up in the same neighbourhood and they’re really close with each other, always sneaking out to play with one another. effie and monty we're practically like a second set of parents for barty and he viewed monty as more as his dad than he did his own father. they were practically like brothers and everyone would always say they were similar, the entire town knew they were friends.

and then, when they’re sorted into rival houses they stop talking. when effie asks james why he’s no longer hanging out with barty he mumbles that it’s because barty was sorted into slytherin and about how all slytherins were assholes. (and hang on with me here), it hurts effie to hear that because when she had been at hogwarts she too had been in slytherin.

as they grow older, and they’re still not talking, barty crouch sr starts to wish that james had been his son instead of barty. after all james was everything barty was not. where barty was reckless, james was respectable; where barty was a bad son, james was an amazing son; where barty would talk back and say nasty things, james was kind and a good friend. and it becomes increasingly apparent to barty that his father thought this until one day during an argument, barty crouch sr screams those words at him, admitting to his own son that he wishes that he had been someone else. but not only just anyone else; barty’s childhood best friend whom he no longer spoke with.

this manifested into barty resenting and hating james even more than he did before. not only did he now have a dislike towards him but a yearning deep down inside of him to be like james, he always pushed it to the back of his mind though, out of the way because he didn’t want to be what his father wanted of him. and if he was like james, then he was exactly that. what his father wanted.

for james, the loss of barty had stung in a different way. although he had friends here at hogwarts barty had always been his first friend — the only real friend he had had during the first twelve years of his life until barty had joined him in hogwarts. barty had been the one to see him get his first broom, to notice when something was wrong, and to have broken his parents rules with him. and now barty hated him.

james wasn’t sure why over the years the hatred had manifested and grown to become something more, something stronger. for the most part he and barty stayed well clear of each other, so it wasn’t something he was doing to barty.

he’d gotten over it after the first couple months of not speaking to him but at some point during seventh year he started to find himself staying up and thinking about barty obsessively, wondering what would have happened with their lives if they’d stayed friends instead of cutting each other off. james couldn’t even begin to imagine how lonely christmases would’ve been for barty after they stopped talking, couped up in that soulless house all alone for the most part; his father never was home and his mother often with his father.

[starchasersunseeker]

Is it just me and my fyp or is it finally another wave of people reading / talking about crimson rivers? Because if so I am /so/ here for it!!!

Crimson rivers is a masterpiece that broke me and put me back together over and over again too many times to count

The worst part was that I predicted everyone's deaths {of those that did end up dying} and knew exactly when it was going to happen...

Like in the chapters that it happened I could sense it.. I knew it was coming so every time i started sobbing before it even happend.. they were still all good and happy and I was already crying and mourning them 😭💔

Anyway happy reading to everyone getting into it or rereading it!! {I am living for all of this new cr content}

[lycoryspreachin]

humbly asking for rosekiller thoughts

humbly offering these thoughts

i always feel so excited when i get to talk about rosekiller because it gives me the opportunity to transcribe whatever is going on inside my head into actual concrete concepts

for me, rosekiller are like two completely different spiders ( maybe a redback spider for barty and a brown recluse for evan) who were each weaving webs on their own and ended up thoughtlessly working together on the same web.

evan loved beauty, or rather he loved searching for it, he was a conqueror and he conquered life by unveiling its concealed secrets. since he was a child he always was on a quest to find the inherent beauty of things, what is hidden and cast away by the average mind. he wants to see how things really are, their true and raw nature, and discover the kind of beauty they unleashed.

barty on the other hand had passed his life trying to escape. escape his life, escape his family, escape who he was, he was on a constant run and wished to never be found. to succeed in his ambitions he needed to distract people, take them as far as possible from the things he wished to hide.

However, in doing so he ultimately himself forgot the exact location, this is how barty crouch jr lost himself.

when they met, barty was entranced by evan. the latter was shamelessly othered and singular in a way he had never witnessed anybody be, he was unknowingly cryptic and mystical, like a being that didn't belong with them, or rather a being they didn't deserve to live alongside. evan knew himself entirely, he lived with purpose and conviction, someone like barty could never be able to resist gravitating around him.

for evan barty was a new world, no, barty was a whole universe. he existed in multitudes and he didn't exist at all, he was intricately and patiently built. before who he is now, there was nothing, he started being when he decided to be. nothing about him was inherent and evan wants to see what is under his skin. does he want to dirty his hands like he had done before? no, he wants to sink into soil and depravity and become stained by it, he wants for once to make art of his own, his ultimate prowess. he wants to play god, he wants to bring something anew into the world and barty would allow him to, further still, he wants him to, he wants to see what he would make of him, he wants to witness who he would be alongside him. to barty evan is a creator, a maker, he infuses meaning into things around him and he wants him to give him meaning too, he wants to taste life when it was gifted by evan rosier.

[cryinglookingatsoulages]

if there’s zero people willing to crawl thousands of miles to lit barty’s cigarette it means i’m dead.

[lionmythflower]

Demiromantic Evan who takes a while to actually like someone and who is always like "they talked once how are they already in love what-' and peter who js kindly mentions that not everyone needs to have a close relationship with people to like them