#ch: evan rosier

[owlarchimedes]

Unpublished snippet from my rosekiller scream!au:

Barty fished through his pockets and found a cigarette. It was bent, but still usable. He held it to his lips and lit it, taking a deep breath. It tasted like shit, but that didn’t stop him from finishing it. He ashed it onto the curb and smoked it down to the quick, discarding the butt when he was done.

His fingers started shaking and tapping against his thigh, but he didn’t have another one to curb the ache.

The door behind him creaked open, but Barty didn’t have to turn around to know it was Evan. Reggie and Pandora never followed him out to the smoker’s den, and Dorcas had rugby practice.

Besides, he’d know Evan’s footsteps anywhere.

He sat beside him on the edge of the curb, dropping his backpack to the side. Normally, Barty would offer him a cigarette, and he’d take a puff or two before grimacing and handing it back over. But today he was out.

[cademygod]

the way that 'sun tea in the summer' was supposed to be, like, 20k words max and now its going to finish near-ish 50k

[birlwrites]

I'd love to read about YOU talking about the earth and fire symbolism in lachrimae… and in a few chapters when I start actually picking it up I'd be happy to join the conversation lmao

HEHEHEHEHEHEHE

okay SO. of the 4 elements listed in the excerpt from hydromanipulation at the end of ch 4, you would think water would be the most important symbolically, because of the regulus of it all - and it is very important! HOWEVER, it's also, shall i say... low-hanging fruit.

what i've spent much more time on is developing the earth and fire symbolism. fire is death - but in the form of the sun, it's also life, for the earth. phoenixes are associated with rebirth. they die in flames and rise from ashes. both of them can be smothered by water. the water has the power to force a clean slate but it can only do that in vast quantities. otherwise it is evaporated or absorbed - either way, it vanishes.

evan is a rosier and the roses love him and the sun loves him and he smells like orange blossoms and his hands keep regulus grounded

voldemort is fire and ice, an impossibility that should not exist, and when he is stone-carved it's like a statue, or a tunnel, the absence of the rock that used to be there and was chipped away bit by bit

earth erodes - but it re-forms into silt, or sediment, reshaping the terrain, returning in ways it didn't expect.

fire just dies.

[fxreflyes]

ahhh I just saw you already answered, damn these time zones!! can u please tell me about the fic your most excited to write in that case???

hi bel!!!!! <333333 (i am so sorry for the v late reply, the brain fog today has been v real) the time zones are truly horrid, im so sad to be 8 hrs behind u :'(

i think i have talked abt all of my fics so far, which is making me feel like I need more wips HAHA (I do not need more) so i will talk once more abt the one i currently have my word doc open to!! (i think you already saw a post abt it im sorry!!) (summary ask here) (snippet ask here) but it's called hand in hand with the living dead and it is basically all angst. it is sirius suicide fic & he becomes a ghost & meets remus who is also a ghost!

a snippet for u!!

After a few minutes of fevered hacking, his hair lay around him in clumps. The razor clattered to the tile and Sirius was left shivering.

It was a long moment before he got to his feet.

When he met his gaze in the mirror of the motel bathroom, the hollows of his eyes carved two large shadows where his eyes should be, blood trickling from the nicks on his skull. He wiped away the blood on his cheek, and it smeared. He tried a smile, but it was all teeth, like a dog with his fangs bared.

If James could see him now.

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im honestly hyperfixating on this one rn, but probably the 2 im ACTUALLY most excited about in general are my marauders clue au poor boy youre bound to die set in 1954 which i have rambled to u abt sorry 🙈 (summary ask here) and then the spinoff bloodlands which takes place in 1944 on the eastern front w reg, remus, evan & barty!! (summary ask here)

so here is a snippet from the next ch of poor boy you're bound to die under the cut!!

He would have been dead too, if not for a former Soviet guard by the name of Ivan Rosanov. Or, as he later became known, after absconding to France and assuming a new name and identity, Evan Rosier.

With a jaw that could take a punch and hair that could have rivalled the snow for pallor, Evan Rosier had had a comportment as icy as the tundra itself. It was only by the grace of some unfathomable higher entity, that Regulus happened to have fostered an odd friendship of sorts with the one man and one man alone who appeared able to crack that façade like a stick of dynamite colliding with a lake in midwinter.

It was for this reason that Regulus supposed he owed just as much credit to the incessant and unabashed flirting that his cell mate had engaged in as to the guard himself. If it hadn’t been for Barty Crouch Jr.’s dirty mouth and unflinching ability to suffer a beating, Regulus would have long since been a feast for the worms. That was if worms could survive the frigid conditions they had been in. He might have simply slowly decomposed on the ice without even serving the worthwhile purpose of being some critters tea-time snack. He supposed he was lucky that Evan had taken a shine to the way the blood looked smeared on Barty’s lips as he panted, in what even Regulus had to admit was an obscene way, as he was restrained in a chair as he was disciplined for some petty quip. The whole affair was rather sensual, and Regulus was amused and only a little surprised at Evan’s face coloring the faintest bit of red as Barty had turned to him and cooed “Do you like what you see, pretty boy?” right before getting smashed in the face by one of the Death Eaters for mouthing off, his blood and spit splattering through air.

[ibbsterkisster]

Snippet "The veil of Secrecy" CH. 20

Sweat

Sweat.

S W E A T.

It was just dripping.

Dripping down his back.

His shoulders were aching. His arms sore. His back bent. Evan Rosier was sore and no it wasn’t because of an intense duel, it wasn’t because he’d been tortured, it wasn’t for any bloody good reason.

As with most of his inconveniences in life, Muggles were the cause of his torment.

[kaxbrekker]

andrew koji as ah sahm in warrior ( ft. bedroom eyes ) 

[tessasocs]

tessa’s endless ocs: mia rosier in “blood in the water”

since before she could walk, Mia knew she was going to marry one of the Black brothers. Her preference would be Regulus, considering they were closer in age and knew each other better, but she’d take Sirius if he was free. 

When he gets sorted into Gryffindor it’s clear that he won’t be. 

And so the years pass and the promise remains. Mia goes to Hogwarts a year behind her older brother Evan, is sorted into Ravenclaw to the delight of her mother, and is generally considered a success in the eyes of the Rosier family. 

Until her sixth year when Regulus Black approaches her asking about Ravenclaw’s diadem, and Mia Rosier’s life takes an unplannable turn. 

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[miss-bones]

@evanrser​

So I just had the most awkward meeting of my life. The name Adèle Rosier rings a bell for you?

Analisando pelo sobrenome, acredito que seja sua parente? Um doce de menina, devo dizer. Should I expect all this kind of, hm, reception of your family? Just to prepare myself, you know.

[lxceandlovegood]

healerrosier​:

asphodelroot​:

— Lily stayed under, through the sickening twist of apparation, through the uneven jostle of being carried between the two wix, and even through Xeno cradling her against their chest. The careful settling of her on to a bed was not about to be the thing to rouse her.

Merciful, considering the inventory of her injuries. The dislocated shoulder and broken collarbone and arm, with the latter and its accompanying laceration, and numerous small cuts from the bits of glass that were still hiding away in her hair and the folds of her clothing, were the obvious ones, but not the only. Her hair hid the scalp contusion, the outward sign of the thoroughly shaken and bruised jelly of her brain matter, between the blast and the impact in the car. A severe concussion that would need monitoring for a while.

Her lungs were similarly bruised, though it was difficult to tell at a glance; sure her back would be a gory rainbow of bruises, but the real damage was from the rapid expanse of the air in her lungs. Without helped, she would be in danger from blood pooling in her lungs, as well as reduced oxygen intake that could have serious repercussions.

“Ribs,” Evan repeated. “Right, can check on those once I get the diagnostic spell done on Lily.” The prognosis didn’t look good and that was before he reached into the desk that was blocked by the one empty cot in the room, stepping back with two separate sheets of parchment. The plan had been using one on Lily and one to double check on Xeno but that came to a halt when more than one sheet proved necessary after his waving his wand over Lily.

Dislocated shoulder, broken arm, broken collarbone, laceration to the arm, glass embedded in her skin, concussion — He had to look away from the list for a moment and take a few deep breaths before continuing to look over the list. Bruised lungs, bruised back, internal bleeding, barely breathing. Evan didn’t immediately say anything but the first thought on his mind was that things would be better off if they were at St. Mungo’s. Not that he could up and waltz in with her in his care as it was since that would earn enough questions to jeopardize his position. That and his having a gut feeling that trying to move her could prove disastrous. It wasn’t worth the risk and the majority of the supplies were available in the estate. 

As much as he tried to pretend he didn’t care about the people there, he had gone as far as making sure the place was prepped for hospital level care if it came down to it. The only catch was lacking the fancy instruments that could regularly keep track of a person’s vital signs — something he didn’t mind checking in person but hadn’t expected to mean signing up for regularly checking on Lily until certain she didn’t need an eye on her 24/7. 

He summoned the vial of Phoenix Tears from the storeroom and tried not to outwardly cringe at the sound of several things hitting the ground that accompanied its arrival in his waiting hand. A wave of his wand made sure the bed was secured in a way that would prevent Lily from falling out of it if she unexpectedly came to. There was a moment of hesitation where he cast another spell over her form, intent on keeping her under until certain the phoenix tears had done the trick of getting rid of the internal injuries. Evan shifted the cot so it had her sat upright, making it easier to open her mouth and carefully position the dropper of tears over it to allow them to fall. 

He didn’t shift his attention to Xenophilius until certain the use of the tears hadn’t left her blue in the face. “As for you,” He sighed and crossed the room. The curtain around Lily’s bed remained open since he wanted to be able to keep an eye on her. He summoned a new piece of parchment then cast the diagnostic spell, relieved it barely took up a third of the sheet.

“I can fix the ribs but the rest is going to require resting. I can send you home with a salve for the bruises and cuts. Do you think Pandora would be able to handle applying it and keeping an eye on you? You’ve got a concussion from the bus stop.”

@healerrosier, @asphodelroot

Xenophilius was patient as their companion was checked over, the look on Evan's face only confirming what Xeno had suspected. Lily was hurt, and hurt badly, and it would have been smart to take her to St. Mungo's, if only they had a reason for her to be this injured, and they didn't. No one from the Order, save a handful of Aurors and Ted, should have probably even been near the explosion.

Watching in bleary-eyed fascination as Evan worked, Xeno saw when the dropper of Phoenix tears -- meant to help heal her, hopefully as much as they were able -- and knew Evan would wait until it had worked to come back toward them.

Xenophilius could wait, and they did, smiling again when Evan came over. "As - as for me, yes? It shouldn't - shouldn't be too terribly bad. Just my ribs." The diagnostic spell confirmed this a few moments later, and Xeno nodded to themself, wincing a bit at the jarring to their head. They listened carefully, recognizing that their head was fuzzy enough to have bees in it with the way it buzzed. A concussion didn't seem unlikely and it wasn't

"Should be. I'm - I'm sure someone else, too, if anyone pops by to - to check on us."

[rabvstvn]

There was this pit in his stomach, an endless black hole where his heart should have been, since the day he lost Rod. At the very least he did have people to direct his anger at, Amycus and Alecto, Bellatrix though that was a little unfair at present ( he wasn’t a complete monster). Evan wasn’t really on the list and he had never had serious issue with him before but Rabastan needed to be angry at someone, he was allowed and Evan was there.

The Lestrange manor had been both empty and crowded in the days that followed the news story of the year, people had come with flowers, gifts, food and offers of condolences and even babysitting. The problem was that neither Bella nor Bastan had any plans to allow someone other than the two of them to be near that baby. The allowance of Regulus had not been agreed on by Bas but he wasn’t about to argue with Bella, she needed rest. 

Evan being in his home, really anyone being in his home, pissed him off now and he crossed his arms to show his physical distaste. “Did you need something Evan?”

@oceaneyesrosier

[evanrvsier]

afterfidelisevent 03: evan rosier’s outfit to the winter wonderland ministry soiree

[brekker1x1]

Evan didn’t know what kept him coming back to Emma one explosive fight after another. He kept telling himself she was only a good fuck and that was all there was to it and yet if it had been anyone else he would have dropped them long ago.  He would have moved on without a single look back but the truth was, despite how much they both seem to hate it, they couldn’t quite let this go. It wasn’t like Evan didn’t know what this was about; he had been marked since his seventh year and every day that Emma remained unmarked it was a reminder of how she wasn’t quite one of them yet. He was a pureblood, one of the Sacred Twenty Eight and she was a half blood. It was a sense of superiority that Evan couldn’t quite stop holding above her but she had matched him every step of the way. That was part of it, her refusal to back down from him and the fact that despite their clashes and though he would hardly ever admit it, she was one of the only people whose company he could stand.

Evan had been on a raid that night. There had been a lot of blood, a lot of bodies hitting the ground one after the other. Evan had lost count and after all it didn’t quite matter, they were all Muggles anyway. He had enjoyed every second of it until the Order had showed up and they had been caught by surprise. They had apparated out of there as soon as possible but a nasty cut had caught him in the side. He Vanished his Death Eater robes as he appeared outside of her apartment. It was a miracle he didn’t splinch himself but he was bleeding, the blood dripping on the floor. He knocked on her door, a curved smile appearing on his lips despite the cut, “I hope you weren’t sleeping,” he said as he shouldered his way past her and inside the place.

@ghafa1x1

[kazualbrekkuparchive]

What is infinite? the universe and the greed of men. 

[birlwrites]

Can you ramble a bit about the heir rings and what they mean to especially Regulus in ttdl but also Evan Sirius and maybe James

HEIR RINGS HEIR RINGS HEIR RINGS

okay so first of all some background - heir rings are very very similar to lordship rings, except they have a double border. what is on the ring, you ask? a family crest. what does the family crest look like? i do not know. it varies from family to family - the blacks def have some sort of pointedly medieval-looking-ish thing. i think it probably incorporates some kind of representation of a star - not a specific star, but simply A Star

wow paragraph 2 and we already got off track. anyway on personal significance - the heir rings do very much represent *being the heir* to this family, which informs a lot of how various characters feel about them. for example, you know how regulus and evan wear theirs pretty much all the time? that is *not* the case for everyone

and part of that has to do with the power structure they're operating in as well

the potter heir ring is in a high-security gringotts vault. they like to think of themselves as being down to earth, and james never really feels the need for people to know who he is on that level anyway, so like, why bother wearing it? he just uses whatever to seal his letters he doesn't need to use his heir ring for it

sirius received the black heir ring from his father when he was about 9 and proceeded to wear it every day. orion framed it as a responsibility when he handed it over, and little sirius took that. siriusly. (ba dum tss)

over time, though, it became a visual reminder of who he *didn't* want to become. but he couldn't really stop wearing it - the heir and lordship rings are enchanted such that if you don't wear them, they show up constantly within arm's reach to remind you to put them on. the only way to avoid this is to put them in vaults with very specific enchantments (which are part of the default set for a high security vault at gringotts)

sirius couldn't just drop the ring off at gringotts and call it a day, so for a while (at school - this would not fly at home) he tried putting it on a necklace and just hiding it under his robes, but the ring deemed that insufficient and kept taking itself off the chain

so his new method of coping with it was acquiring *more* rings, so that the black one wouldn't stand out as much

when sirius ran away, once again he didn't have the opportunity to swing by gringotts and drop off the heir ring and call it a day. when it disappeared, it was a moment of relief for sirius, but also a recognition that there really was no going back anymore.

when the black heir ring left sirius, it actually went to orion - they had to remove sirius's heir status before they could make regulus heir, and the ring went to orion in the interim as the lord black who would decide what to do with it. this interim period was not very long. when orion gave the ring to regulus, for regulus that was very much a moment of 'oh shit they actually did it.' the heir ring carried a lot of guilt for regulus for a long time - it felt like something he wasn't supposed to have.

but regulus as we see him in ch 37 has gotten accustomed to this new identity and very possessive over it - it's something he's learned to wield, but he's also protective (lingering insecurities, perhaps?) and regulus also doesn't like other people touching his things in general (see his internal monologue about wands in like chapter 14 or smth, and also not wanting people sitting on his bed in study group meetings - dark arts books occupy a different mental space since those come with the assumption that they're going to be passed around)

and evan!!! most certainly does not have a problem with handing his heir ring over to regulus temporarily. that's not to say he'd give it to just anyone. but evan thinks of the rosier heir ring as..... a nametag, almost? it used to have a lot more significance to him, but that's kind of faded over the years, and now he considers it an identifier rather than a ~symbol of who he is~ on a deep level.

but it does still hold some importance for him, because he fought for that identifier. the fact that he has it matters, and that's also why he wears it (unlike james) and doesn't try to hide it or distract from it (unlike sirius). also, shiny

so for evan to *remove* that identifier and hand it over to regulus (who, lest we forget, is heir to a different house and thus a direct competitor for power) is. ok im realizing the way i phrased that makes it sound like he's giving this symbol of himself to regulus, which is NOT what i meant (that's what it would be if regulus handed over his heir ring to evan).

what i mean is that the rosier heir ring represents something that evan feels he doesn't need to prove--to regulus. for evan, the significance there isn't in giving the ring to regulus so much as it is in taking it off in the first place. but regulus parses the significance as being in the act of giving the ring to him, because he attributes a different type of meaning to heir rings

like, if regulus were to give evan his ring, it would be tantamount to a declaration of love. when evan gives regulus *his* ring, it's more tantamount to a declaration of 'i trust that you know me for my own sake and in my own right.' but then again, those two things can coexist very easily

[fxreflyes]

Snippet Sunday

thank you so much for the tag @kaaaaaaarf!! <33 here’s a little snippet from the next ch of poor boy you’re bound to die - my marauders clue AU (which i am honestly a little shy to share on here).

Open tag for anyone who would like to share anything :)

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Miss White made a point to be the third of Mr. Boddy’s guests to arrive. She concluded that as the third, she would neither bear the uncomfortable silence that came with being the first, nor suffer through the awkward one-on-one conversation that the second would no doubt be faced with.

Parked in a shadowed spot where she could easily see as the other guests entered the manor, she contented herself with the thought that she had done all she could to be set to emerge from this evening unscathed. From how she had painstakingly quaffed her bob to curl to show the diamonds dripping from her ears to the beretta strapped to her thigh, she had been careful not to leave even the smallest detail to chance tonight. The only potential hiccup she couldn’t prepare for was that the white satin of her dress would be exceptionally conspicuous if bloodstained. There was nothing for it though, she had received a part to play, and she’d be damned if she didn’t play it to the hilt.

Besides, Dorcas Meadows had never been one to shrink away from a little blood.

If things went according to plan, there would be no blood to fret over anyways. The evening would simply run smoothly and safely and there would be no cause for any such concerns. Still, knowing that the first precaution to take before entering any precarious situation was to have a way to extricate oneself from it, Dorcas had arranged for her trusted colleague of nigh on thirteen years, to drive a getaway car.

If she were being honest about the whole matter, Dorcas would have admittedly preferred for his partner (in business and on occasion, pleasure) to have accompanied her, but he had a prior commitment trailing some member of parliament and really, she couldn’t fault him for being booked and busy - no one could do a hit and run like Evan Rosier.

Besides, even with skin littered with countless faded tattoos from a rather unsavory time in Russian prison, clothes shredded from the claws of his pet ferret, and altogether appearing about as reputable a rusted nail, there was no one she would trust more with her life than Barty Crouch Jr.

[alastorestar]

@evrosiers

Moody kept finding himself lost in the maze that the wedding was. His misery had been of his own making. He'd let his guard down, the shouting voices inside his head telling him to get copies of the list of guests, mark all exit points and check the wards once again. For just one day, he'd decided to live like other people - and now he was thrown into a fight unprepared, along with countless civilians. The sound of steps made him stop in his tracks; his wand, at least, prepared to whatever could come. It only took a few glances for him to understand how he'd doomed himself - there was no exit there. Whoever was coming had backed him into a corner and there was no way out.