#barty’s just imagining him

[wastingawayinmyroom]

@rosekillermicrofic - prompt: falling - word count: 235 - warnings: mcd

The first time Evan asks him to dance, it's on a balcony, outside the crowded club, and Barty is powerless to say no.

"Just like that," Evan whispers in his ear, as they move their bodies together. There is no music outside; they don't need it.

The invent their own beat, their own melody. They create something new. Just like they created the bond between them.

Barty feels himself falling deeper and deeper into the blue of Evan's eyes, the subtle roughness of his voice, and he's powerless to say no to that, too. He doesn’t want to, anyway.

He feels himself smile. He doesn't know if Evan can see, since the sun went down ages ago, but he knows Evan can feel it, and he feels Evan smile back too.

...

The last time they dance, it’s in the kitchen, the warm glow of evening sunlight filling the space.

”You can’t do this forever,” Evan whispers, lips brushing against the shell of Barty’s ear.

Barty doesn’t want to acknowledge that. “I can. I will.”

Evan shakes his head, the movement slight and subtle. “I’m already gone, Barty. You need to let go.”

His voice is soft yet confident, and Barty finds himself wanting to bottle the sound. “Then what?”

Evan smiles. The light dances across his forehead, and he leans in. “You live, love. For me, hm?”

And when Evan Rosier, the beloved fragment of his mind, disappears, Barty realizes he is powerless to say no to this too.

[nikolai-alexi]

Orion: you know, Regulus, when I was your age—

Regulus: when you were my age you fucked your second cousin. take a step back, cousin-father.

[aithusarosekiller]

The emeralds are definitely the group that everyone fearfully avoids as much as possible

And not because they're popular or violent, they're just weird to the point of it being unsettling to anyone who knows them. They're just sort of scary and it's not because they try to be, they just are. They're so used to each other that they don't even realise.

People won't think twice about them at first because they're just like any other random friend group but the second you've sat and actually paid attention to them you're avoiding them like the plague. They don't typically have many other close friends outside of their group because people are too wary of them so they've sort of become one group so close-knit that seem to be on the same brainlength permanently.

Like you've got-

Dorcas: who can modify almost any spell to be ten times as powerful as usual. She won't use them against people but she'll make her talent known by practicing and performing spells with her friends where others can see. To her she's just practicing her skill and to her friends it's just 'normal cassie' but it scares the shit out of most people who see it. Even teachers are startled at her skill and power levels. She is also fiercely protective of her group and her younger sister. Not that anyone would dare try anything after seeing how strong her channeling of magic is. She has all the potential to be a popular girl but everyone's fear of her power and her loyalty to her existing friends hold her back from that.

Barty: who is so much of a genius he could outsmart the minister if he wanted. He's clever and a little intimidating but also really good at hiding information about himself. Ask ten different people what he's like and you'll get ten different answers. Nobody ever knows what he's really thinking except apparently his own group. He has ways of having an hour long conversation and extracting your entire life story while sharing nothing in return. He'll sometimes get a small glint in his eye that only his friends seem to understand as a strange mix between inspiration and anger. To an outsider it just looks strange.

Evan: has on multiple occasions set people's essays on fire for talking shit about his friends and always gets away with it through the word of one of his groups. He managed to get an in with snape's gang, the popular Ravenclaws in the year below and the entire Hufflepuff quidditch team. Everyone knows he doesn't actually like any of them- he only truly likes his main group (the emeralds)- but nobody can figure out why he likes to float around and watch others. In reality he just likes knowing how people's minds and dynamics work. Getting people to defend him if he faces trouble is just a bonus

Regulus: he is the confusing one. He's quiet and isn't easily noticed if you aren't paying close attention. But he's smart. Not Barty's level of academic genius, he's a very logical person. He can be given one small piece of information and do almost anything with it, draw any conclusion. He can seemingly communicate a train of thought with his friends just by looking at them to the point where there are rumours of him being a legilimens. He gives the feeling of knowing more than he lets on. To his friends, despite his quietness he is warm and sensitive but where they get that impression from is anybody's guess.

Pandora: who's just on such another level of morbid that people will be scared to whisper about her behind her back incase she or one of the other's hear them. She carries small, probably haunted porcelain dolls with her at all times, which are apparently gifts to her from some of the forest-folk during one of her many visits to the forbidden forest. She is also known to dabble in necromancy, particularly regarding animals. She meddles a lot with whatever niche types of magic she can find with little guidance, which many find scary. She's very empathetic but her curiosity in the morbid only scares people off. She's usually kind to anybody she comes across but that won't stop them from being wary and staying away.

And in their heads they're just another normal group who hang out a lot, understand each other, are liked by the teachers, and help new first years when they get lost. But to the rest of the people in their year as well as the year above and below, they're insane.

[bri-cheeses]

| June 2nd | Prompt: Die | Word count: 452 | @rosekillermicrofic |

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“Evan?” Barty’s voice was hesitant, serious in a way that was rare for him. It was his tone that got Evan to look up from his schoolwork.

“Yeah?”

“I love you,” Barty said.

Evan froze.

Then he stared at the boy across from him, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

But the thing was, it didn’t make sense, those words coming from Barty’s mouth as Evan sat in his bed, meters away from where Barty was sprawled out on his own blankets.

“You—you do?”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Evan wanted to kick himself for the hopeful way in which he had asked the question.

However, he was distracted from the desire as Barty sat up straight, seemingly eager to prove his point.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do. You’re my closest friend.”

And it was from the way Barty said “friend” that Evan instantly knew that he had hoped for too much.

Barty had meant a platonic kind of love.

Of course.

Evan looked back down at his papers, unable to keep looking at Barty as he continued, “I don’t know what I would do without your friendship. And I just thought you should know.”

Evan appreciated the sentiment. Really, he did. He loved being a part of Barty’s life, and even if he did wish it was as more than a friend, he would rather know Barty and be in love with him from the sidelines than not know him at all.

“Thank you,” Evan said.

It was a weak response. Too weak, judging from the way Barty’s posture slumped slightly. But seconds later, he straightened back up, Evan’s mediocre response only seeming to renew his desire to prove the truth of his words from earlier

The weight of Barty’s gaze burned into Evan as he said, “You’re my ride-or-die, Evs.”

They were lovely, wonderful words, but Evan couldn’t stop a corner of his mouth from pulling down. He tried to stop it, he really did, but his emotions couldn’t seem to keep from showing on his face. The only saving grace was that the side of his mouth turned down in a frown was the side away from Barty, meaning that he couldn’t see it.

What he could almost definitely see, however, was Evan’s reluctance to say anything.

“I mean it,” Barty insisted after several seconds of no response from Evan.

And now Evan had to say something.

So, trying to keep the bitterness out of his tone, Evan mumbled back, “Of course, Bee.”

Then, making up some story about a headache, he excused himself from the conversation and closed the curtains around his bed.

He really didn’t want to think about any of it.

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[maladaptivewriting]

are you really a regulus kin if you haven’t gone through a painful as fuck friendship breakup with someone who genuinely doesn’t give a shit about you?

[deathnguts]

Ok but rosestarkiller where EVAN AND REGULUS started dating first.

[thinethorninyourside]

I need more fake dating aus that don't result in them falling in love.

like, fake dating trope except it actually works.

because imagine how funny, let's say, Pandora x Regulus x Barty fake dating would be.

just. the reactions of everyone else. would be so flabbergasted.

even in the skittles alone. dorcas would probably know it was fake dating so she'd be trying to hold in her laughter whenever one of them does something remotely romantic.

and Evan. Evan wouldn't get to know cause of barty. so he would be. so confused. and so scared.

it'd be hilarious

(might lowkey write a texting au of this)

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

Sirius had very mixed feelings about Barty Crouch Jr’s execution. On one hand, he was insane, and tried to get Sirius’ godson murdered. But on the other hand, he was the last trace of Regulus left. He was the last one who knew Reg, and it was like the last remaining piece of Regulus had died.

[royalthorned]

imaging evan trying to train barty out of the “tongue thing”, pinching his arm every time he does it and scoffing at him when he tries to do it seductively

[nikolai-alexi]

Some Homophobic/Transphobic Arsehole: *harassing Regulus after he’s outted* what are you? a boy or a girl?

Regulus: *unphased and petty* do you wanna do a questionnaire so you can find out or kiss and figure out how you feel afterwards?

[mairon-goth-minion]

Barty Crouch jr

[mayflywrites]

soundman barty eats at my every waking thought in an unhealthy way

[rudamaruda520]

imagine jegulus where James so desperately trying to put them in those painfully obvious "get together" scenarios but fails every bloody time

[in a motel]

James: so there's only one room available so we'll have to share... I sure hope it has two separate beds *crossing fingers*

Regulus: *opening the door* oh yeah, it does, don't you worry 😌

James: 🥲

[in a car]

James: a six-hour trip and just the two of us... I sure hope we don't bond over the long conversation that is ahead of us...

James: Right Reggie?

James: Reggie?

James: *looks at the passenger seat and sees Regulus sleeping with headphones in his ears*

James: 🥲

[in a club]

James: *hires a guy who is going to start aggressively hitting on Regulus so that he can swoop in like a knight on a white horse and save him from trouble*

James: *watches as Regulus flirts back and leaves with a guy hired by James (he probably shouldn't hire Barty for that)*

James: 🥲

[in a small space they "accidentally" locked themselves in]

James: Blimey... it could be hours before someone finds us here...

Regulus: Just a moment... aaaand I managed to unlock the door 🤓

James: Of course you did... 🥲

[my-castles-crumbling]

obvious - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 126 - NSFW, very suggestive

"Alright. Fuck, marry, kill....Barty, Reg, and me," Dorcas says to Evan, who grins maniacally.

"Oh, easy," he shrugs. "I'd fuck Reg."

Regulus grins lewdly, murmuring, "Of course you would ," before turning to James to give him a kiss of reassurance.

Barty, however, tries to hide his obvious betrayal. "So I'm not good enough to shag, then?" he asks, trying to make the question sound platonic, and not at all like imagining Evan and Regulus makes him want to throw up.

Evan just smirks, though. "If we were married, Bee, we'd fuck every day."

And Barty inhales roughly at the thought, his entire body going hot and hazy.

It only take a moment for Dorcas to break the heavy silence. "Wait, so you'd kill me, then?"

[nikolai-alexi]

i just want one day of peace PLEASE

People wondered why Professor Moody kept calling Luna “Ms Rosier”

[ellecdc]

I feel like poly!marauders would have s very funny debate around group halloween costumes. Lots of Sirius being dramatic and James pouting. Only for reader to do a couples costume with Barty.

Love your writing!

hahaha aweee poor boys

poly!marauders x fem!reader who isn't matching with them on Halloween [576 words]

CW: ....none I don't think? the boys' theatrics? a prank? pouting?

“For the last time, Sirius, no.” Remus groaned, earning him a disbelieving scoff from Sirius and a whine from James.

“But why, Moons? It’s perfect.” 

“It’s not perfect, it’s ridiculous.” 

“It’s whimsical.” James interjected.

“It’s embarrassing.” 

“Halloween costumes are supposed to be a little embarrassing!” Sirius argued, earning him a head tilt from James.

“Well, now, I don’t think they’re supposed to be embarrassing. Maybe…funny? Quirky?”

“I don’t care what they’re supposed to be, we are not dressing up as the big bad wolf and the three little pigs.” Remus declared with an air of finality, causing Sirius to deflate rather spectacularly. 

“Well what do you suggest we dress up as, then?” He muttered just as you entered their dorm. 

“Uh oh. Why’s Sirius got his pouting face on?” You commented as you pulled off your school robes. Sirius turned his pout towards you and gave you his best puppy dog eyes.

“Moons is being s’mean to me.”

You made a sympathetic cooing sound that had Remus rolling his eyes before you took Sirius’ face between your hands and kissed his pouting lips. 

As you pulled your lips away but not your face, you whispered to your grumpy boyfriend. “Was he being mean to you, or did he just say no?” 

Sirius balked at you as Remus let out an inelegant snort and James’ laughter bounced off the stone walls of their shared dorm. 

“You know what? Fine, screw all of you. I’m going to wear whatever the hell I want and you all will just have to figure out your own costumes.” Sirius huffed as he pretended to turn away from you, only for him to fold the second you started to walk away and pull you into his lap. 

“Wait, wait. You guys haven’t figured out your costumes yet?” You asked in disbelief, clearly wondering how the three of them could put so much thought and planning into their pranks and mischief, yet completely fumble Halloween. 

“Well…no?” Remus asked as James blurted “what do you mean you guys?” 

“Guys, I’ve had my costume planned for weeks!” 

“Weeks?” Remus parotted. 

“Weeks.” You insisted. 

“But…” James started helplessly. “I…I thought we were going to match?” 

You looked somewhat sympathetic for him, but grimaced at your admission. “Someone else asked first, bubs.”

“You’re matching someone else?!” Sirius shrieked as he all but threw you off his lap so he could look at you. 

“Oh for Merlin- yes.” 

“Who?” The three boys chorused with varying levels of theatrics. 

And the next night, one could find three pouting marauders sitting dejectedly in the Gryffindor common room dressed as the three blind mice under the suggestion of their girlfriend. Their girlfriend, who was currently wearing matching costumes with Barty Crouch Junior - a pirate and his Treasure. 

Remus might’ve found it in him to be a little more miffed about it if you hadn’t looked so sodding good in gold and bedazzled all to hell. 

“Note to self,” James muttered defeatedly, “spend less time planning the Halloween prank and more time on the Halloween costume next year.” 

The end of his sentence was punctuated by screaming when the multiple 12 foot skeletons lining the room started walking on their own accord. 

It was way less funny than they had imagined it would be when Barty threw “his booty” over his shoulder and took off out of the portrait hole. 

“Duly noted.” Sirius sighed as he took another swig of his drink.