#married rosekiller

[heaven4lostgirls]

prompt: frown || @rosekillermicrofic || word count: 317

cw: mdni, evan is a possesive bastard and rosekiller are murder husbands, depictions of violence and scarring

“bee what have i told you about getting blood on the carpets?” evan groans, annoyed as he steps into the lounge to see a small littering of red specks on their new persian rug.

evan hears the water turn off and the sound of shuffling feet as barty makes his way to the lounge, clad in a white towel wrapped dangerously low on his hips.

barty smiles manically, eyes twinkling as he watches evan’s gaze drop to his hips where a small rose tattoo sits.

“see something you like?” barty’s eyes are mischievous, daring evan to take what he wants.

and although evan craves to sink his teeth into barty’s thigh, he catches another splatter of blood on their coffee table.

“you made a mess” evan complains and barty’s lips quirk in amusement.

“i’m sorry.” he says placatingly, though he knows just as well as evan that he doesn’t actually mean it.

“the guy was all squirmy, and i tried to knock him out but he put up one hell of a fight” barty sighs as he gestures to the small scratch on his arm.

“kind of sad that i had to kill him but-” he’s cut off by evan storming over to him with a frown.

“he hurt you?” evan questions with a dangerous look in his eyes.

“not really” barty murmurs as he lifts his hand to place it delicately onto evan’s cheek

evan inhales tightly, his gaze turning stormy.

“you’re sure he’s dead?” he asks in a low tone.

“mhm” barty hums, tracing mindless patterns on evan’s face

“good, nobody else bee, you hear me?” evan’s tone is emotionless, but barty knows the possessiveness that hides behind his facade

barty lifts his hand from evan’s face to tug his hand off of the scratch to an indent of teeth on his other arm.

“only you” barty promises.

evan meets him in a searing kiss.

[arviyya]

Barty: do you still like me?

Evan: (balls deep in Barty for the last 45 minutes)

Barty:

Evan: no, I hate you. I married you for your money

Barty:

Barty: I knew it

[prongss78]

rosekiller my beloved

regulus, to barty and evan who are curled up together on the same chair: when is your anniversary again?

barty: anniversary?

regulus: .... yeah? like when did you guys start dating?

barty: dating? we- evan are we dating???

evan:

evan: you told me you're in love with me and can't wait to get married

barty: so???? does that mean we're dating???

evan:

barty: or was i supposed to have already proposed?? oh god, evan- you're waiting for a proposal, aren't you?? FUCK. ok, give my like ten- no, five minutes.

*evan and regulus watch as barty sprints out of the room*

regulus: well, congratulations, i guess. i think you're getting engaged.. he's definitely the smartest idiot, i know

evan, with literal hearts in his eyes: yeah, he's such a freak

[starlittragedies]

i read a fic a long time ago where barty was italian (we love italian barty on this blog !!!) and he gives nicknames to everyone he likes and I WHOLEHEARTEDLY AGREE WITH IT.

he calls regulus tesoro/caro, pandora piccola, evan amore/rosa/fiore, and dorcas dolcezza.

i also think that it pisses his friends’ partners (more specifically james and marlene).

james has always been a little jealous fella but it goes beyond when its barty we’re talking about (its kinda barty’s fault). the bloke can’t stop himself from taunting james by saying things like “i had regulus first” or “did regulus ever tell you about the summer of fourth year?”. so him having a nickname for darling regulus just sets james off more.

but marlene…

oh sweet marlene’s reasons are quite different. she gets irked by it because she DOESN’T have one. when she and dorcas had dated for a good amount of time and she was introduced to the pantheon barty quite liked her. she was funny, always kept it real, and kept his wits about him.

he treated marlene (to some extent as he would say) as a good friend. she would have had her nickname given by now but being as she is considered as a friend by barty crouch jr. it would mean that she had to deal with him being a little menace to her life as all his friends do (a good example of this would be regulus who somehow will always find that one of his socks will be missing its pair). and the form of her little minuscule personal hell served by barty is NOT getting a nickname and just being called “mckinnon” for the rest of her days.

[fuckit-a-rosekiller-blog]

Evan: Quick! You must come with me! Your in great danger!

Barty: Why?!

Evan: Because I’ll kill you if you don’t.

[morsmortish]

barty and evan fake-proposing to each other in bars to get free drinks, until one day they get too drunk and end up overcommitting to the “bit”, which leads to them accidentally eloping in the shitty church next door with the bartender as a witness.

they’re still “just friends”, and they have their first kiss together at their wedding ceremony.

[uninspired-choatic-angel]

Rosekiller, being the relationship that everyone thinks is a friendship with high sexual tension and waiting for them to confess their feelings and finally start dating.

They have been married for years.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 30 - Rely

@rosekillermicrofic September 30, word count 739

NSFW

Final part, everyone. Just wanted to say thank you so much to everyone who has read this little series over the last few months, I enjoyed writing it so much. I will be putting it up on Ao3 all together if anyone wants to read it all through again. Thank you all again for reading. Love you. Lulu xxx

Previous part First Jegulus part

Evan didn’t even give him a chance to get his shoes off before he was slamming him against the closed door and devouring his mouth.

“You. Bed. Now!” Evan growled at him between kisses. Barty obeyed entirely. 

The leather cuffs were already attached to the bed. He wondered when Evan had done that because those were the special ones. Normally, they had the soft ones attached all the time. It must have been right before they left because they definitely hadn’t been there when he’d got changed. 

He quickly stripped out of his clothes, tossed them in the corner out of the way and got onto the bed. Evan straddled him, reaching above him and quickly securing the hard leather cuffs around Barty’s wrists. He tugged at the cuffs, a bolt of pleasure shot right to Barty’s cock, making him tug again. Evan moved down Barty’s body, biting marks into his skin as he went, all the way down to his ankles, where he looped the matching ankle cuffs up from under the bed. Barty gasped, Evan wasn’t messing around; he’d come to play, and Barty couldn’t be more ready. 

Finished restraining Barty, Evan went over to the bottom drawer of their dresser and pulled it open. He took out the toys he wanted and returned to the bed, laying them out neatly between Barty’s stretched legs. 

His cock was fully erect at this point, just seeing Evan’s blown pupils had him nearly cuming. Evan noticed and teasingly slowly pushed the cock ring down Barty’s engorged cock. Barty flung his head back and moaned as the ring bit into his skin, the near orgasm fading away. Evan must want him to last awhile if he’d put that on. Barty tried to calm his racing heart, but then Evan opened the bottle of lube, and he was yanking at his bonds, needing to be touched immediately. “Tut, tut, darling. You know the rules. Patience or nothing happens,” Evan chided. Barty huffed like a spoilt brat but spent a moment collecting himself. “Good boy,” Evan crooned and slipped a lube-covered finger inside him. 

Barty let his thoughts wander, trying to take his mind off the insanely good feeling of Evan’s fingers deep inside him. He thought of Regulus and how happy that spiky little git was with his sunshine boyfriend. He still found it insane that he and Sirius were now almost friends, and that boyfriend of his, damn, he was something else. Barty’s cock twitched, and he quickly turned his thoughts to James’s parents and how, after barely meeting them for five minutes, they’d dragged them into their patchwork family, and Barty absolutely loved it. Plus, he got that shiny van out of it, not that it was a dealbreaker or anything. He couldn’t wait to go out in it again. And to think none of this would have happened, including Regulus finally getting out of that damn house, if Regulus hadn't thrown his apple core at James before falling out of a tree—

“Barty!” Evan snapped. 

“Huh? Oh, sorry, I was miles away,” Barty admitted sheepishly. 

“Am I boring you?” Evan asked, a brow arching upwards.

“No, no, the opposite, actually, I was trying not to cum, sorry,” Evan snorted. 

“Alright, I’ll forgive you,” He said, leaning forward and kissing Barty, nipping his bottom lip hard. The second Barty gasped, Evan removed his fingers and pushed himself inside. Barty let out a truly dirty moan. He and Evan just fit together so well. He looked up at the man he loved with all his heart as he began to move in and out of him and felt his chest bursting with adoration. 

“Marry me,” He blurted out as Evan thrust back into him. Evan stilled. 

“What?!” He asked, shock covering his face. 

“Evan, will you marry me?” Barty repeated, lifting himself off the bed as much as his restraints would let him. Evan’s eyes widened as his breath hitched. 

“Yes. Yes, Barty Crouch, I will marry you,” Evan sobbed as tears fell from his eyes. He reached up and released the cuffs around Barty’s wrists, and Barty wrapped his arms around him. Holding him against his chest. The one person he could always rely on. His Evan. 

“I love you,” He murmured. 

“I love you too,” Evan said, wiping the tears from his eyes. 

The sex turned into something softer, unhurried as they made love long into the night.   

[deathnguts]

Unholy trio halloween couples costume with Barty as Roger Rabbit, Regulus as Jessica Rabbit, and Evan as Detective Eddie

[abbys-universe]

im a bartylus HATER till i die. and u might be like “oh it’s because u ship jegulus” “oh it’s because u ship rosekiller”

and ur not technically WRONG but the main reason is because im the biggest regulus kinnie and my bsf is the biggest barty kinnie and it makes me sick to my stomach thinking of US dating

[futurequibblerjournalist]

Barty jokingly proposes to Evan all the time with the assumption that he’s gonna get told no every time. Evan also thinks it’s incredibly embarrassing

[jjkyaoi]

btw bartylus to me are crazily codependent and obnoxious best friends like james and sirius. but like. u js don’t know notice it cause they’re a lot more begrudging about it but i swear to you. listen to me

barty is constantly around regulus. if you’re looking for regulus u better be prepared to find barty. or find him a couple steps behind. regulus only feels comfortable in a room full of people he doesn’t know if barty’s there too. barty threw away everything to follow regulus once he got the dark mark. barty lost his fucking MIND when regulus died. regulus is allowed to make fun of barty whenever and however he pleases but if anyone else he doesn’t know does it he gets incredibly insanely annoyed. barty would have burned the world down if regulus asked. regulus would let him. they’re probably dating but also nobody knows what the fuck is going on in their relationship ever. the first time they got high they made out. barty, if asked who he would fuck marry or kill, would choose to fuck regulus. regulus would choose to fuck barty. they had a “if the two of us don’t get with anyone we should get together” promise that went on for years. they

[reignmaefall]

ROSEKILLER "IVE NEVER MET YOU BEFORE AND I DONT REALLY REMEMBER YOUR NAME EVEN THOUGH YOU JUST TOLD ME BUT WE'RE AT THE COURTHOUSE AND WE'RE GETTING A GREENCARD MARRIAGE FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES AND WE'RE NOT GONNA TELL OUR FRIENDS AND JUST SAY WE GOT MARRIED AND ACT LIKE A COUPLE" AU

[fuckit-a-rosekiller-blog]

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I had a vision and had to draw Evan like this.

[jamespottersmixtape]

guys oh no my finger slipped🫣

[rosekiller-addict]

i'm straight for one man and one man only

and that man is cowboy remus