#rosekiler microfic

[themirrorballfriend]

Bad Day | Rosekiller

965 words, Trigger Warning: Mentions of Abuse, Mild Swearing

Barty woke up in a cold sweat with shaking limbs. It was the same recurring nightmare he's been having weeks in a row.

He's in his father's study undoubtedly being lectured on how much of a disappointment he is, when he lifts his wand off the desk and utters the spell. "Crucio." He is immediately hit with excruciating pain leaving him a crumbling mess on the floor of his father's study.

A quick Tempus charm told him it was four o'clock in the morning. If his uneven breathing was anything to go by, he would not be getting anymore sleep that night.

By the time he actually managed to close his eyes for a bit, the first rays of sunlight had already started peaking through his blinds.

The next time he woke up to a shrill voice screaming "CROUCH!"

His father's voice? No, his father only ever addressed him as Bartemius.

"CROUCH!" The voice yelled again.

He finally identified the voice as his roommate's "WHAT!" he replied, getting sick of the incessant yelling.

"Get the fuck up, man. Breakfast ends in five minutes. And we have potions with Slughorn in fifteen." his roommate spoke, before promptly exiting the room.

He flung himself out of bed and haphazardly put on his uniform before rushing to the Great Hall with just enough time to snag a single croissant. Great. Just Great.

Because of his late start to the morning, he had missed out on his favourite routine of all time. You see most people often assume that because of Barty's careless nature, he didn't have any routines or rituals but he did. And his favourite one was always spending breakfast with Evan. If and how long he spent the morning with Evan would shape the mood for his entire day. And it was pretty clear that today was going to a shite fest.

Potions with Slughorn was a drag and to make it worse it was with the Hufflepuffs. All the old man did was read off the book the entire time, then assign five parchments on the uses of Stewed Mandrake in potions.

Next was Advanced Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall. The lack of sleep had made it quite hard to concentrate as it was, but at some point James and Sirius had thought it would be a good idea to start hexing each other halfway through the lesson.

One of James hexes had been redirected by one of Sirius's spells and had ended up hitting him, turning half his hair red, and the other half yellow.

"Loving the new look, Crouch." Sirius sniggered. James barely managing to hold in his laugh next to him.

"You absolutely pieces of shite!" Barty shouted. "Bloody wankers, the two of you!"

"Detention, Mr. Crouch!" McGonagall spoke, her voice firm and lips downturned into a scowl.

His day didn't improve after that. During Arithmancy, his seatmate had dropped his inkwell causing Barty's hands and shirt to be covered in ink. That was, as they say, the straw that broke the thestral's back. He simply stood up and started walking out of the classroom, ignoring the Professor's words of protest.

As he was walking down the hall, muttering to himself, he slammed into someone.

"Oi! Bugger o—" he stopped when he realised who he had walked into.

Looking up, he was met with a pair of crystal blue eyes and blonde curls.

"Bee, what's wrong?" Evan asked in that deep, calming voice of his.

"Huh?" Barty said, still staring at him with a bewildered expression on his face, as if Evan had asked the most bizarre question he had ever heard.

"I asked if you were alright." Evan sighed.

"Shouldn't you be in class?" Barty asked, avoiding even the thought of his less than stellar day.

"Reg and I skipped Divination. He's with Potter at their dorm. What happened to you?" Evan prodded.

And that's when Evan finally took a good look at Barty. His hair was out of sorts and his hands were stained blue with ink. But his eyes were by far the worst. They were sunken in with dark purple bags underneath them.

"Come on." Evan told him, lacing their hands together and leading him to the dungeons.

Evan quickly muttered the password and guided them to the dorm. He then locked the door and sat Barty down on his bed.

"Tell me what happened." Evan said, careful to keep his voice both gentle and firm.

"Nothing happened. I'm fine. In fact, I really need to getting class. Sprout will have my head, if I'm late to Herbology." Barty replied, not meeting his eyes.

To anyone else, it might've looked like Barty was fine. But, him and Barty have been together for eight months, and in that time Evan had learned to read him like a book.

Evan always knew if Barty was lying to him, because he could never look him in the eye.

"Listen Bee, this doesn't work— we don't work, if there are secrets between us. If you're having a bad day, that's fine. But you can't lie to me and pretend that you're okay, if you're not feeling well, you can talk to me about it. I will always listen. It's my duty as your friend, and your boyfriend. I know it's hard to talk about things that are bothering you, but all I ask is that you try, for me." Evan said, his voice laced with love and sincerity.

Tears pricked Barty's eyes, making him think of all the times Evan had tried for him, in spite of all the hardships.

That's how Barty found himself with his head in Evan's lap, telling him all about his terrible day. All while Evan stroked his hair and comforted him, until he eventually fell asleep.

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[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?"

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

Nobody:

Barty and Evan: we put the hot in psychotic

[bri-cheeses]

| September 16th | Prompt: Choke | Word count: 175 | @rosekillermicrofic |

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When Evan had, earlier today, casually asked if he could borrow Barty’s practice jersey to wear to the Quidditch match, Barty had agreed readily. What he hadn’t done was afforded much thought to the potential consequences of his actions, such as the fact that Evan would indeed be wearing his, Barty Crouch Jr.’s, jersey.

But there Barty was, standing in the common room chatting to Dorcas, when Evan came sauntering down the stairs in all his green-and-silver glory. His eyes were bright blue against the dark fabric of the shirt, his hair was shining even in the dim lighting, and he was grinning wide at Barty even from across the room.

But more than that, Barty’s name was written across his back, all but proclaiming Evan as his.

Barty choked on his drink.

Beside him, Dorcas cut him an odd look.

“You alright, Bee?” she asked, a hint of worry in her voice.

“Yeah,” Barty managed, but his eyes tracked Evan’s path across the room like his life depended on it. “Never been better, really.”

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[accio-sriracha]

September 19th ~Rosekiller ~ Word Count: 316 ~ Prompt: Cheek @rosekillermicrofic

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Evan stopped Barty in the doorway, “You're drunk. Stay somewhere else.”

Barty recoiled, “Excuse me?” 

“You need to go.”

“Don't tell me what to do.” He shot back.

“You know, maybe I’d be nicer if you weren’t drinking yourself to death.”

“Oh, fuck this. I'm leaving. I’ll be the good guy and turn the other cheek.”

“The good guy? You're always manipulating me!”

“Bullshit! I’m not the one kickin’ you out!”

“You just always need a reaction from me. Why? Does it get you off? Is that it? Is it some sick fantasy of yours?”

“Shut up!” Barty shouted.

Evan kept going, “Why me, huh? I'm the only one you do this to. Does making me angry turn you on? Did it finally click that you're just a pathetic, sadistic, closeted little-”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Barty's words echoed in the silent room. He sighed, “You're right. I- I don't know how to... I'm in love with you, okay?” He blurted, "And I hurt you because it was easier than facing the truth."

It was a while before Evan managed to speak,

"You love me?" He whispered. Barty nodded,

"I always have."

Evan blew out a breath, “I love you too... Even though you’re a fucking maniac.”

Barty snorted, his eyes filled with tears, "Like you aren't just as crazy."

They jumped when a voice came from nowhere,

“Finally.” Regulus groaned, “I’ve been waiting for three years.”

“When the fuck did you get here?”

Regulus rolled his eyes, “I’ve been here all morning, nitwit. I’m still waiting for you idiots to kiss.”

Evan looked back to find Barty was already staring, he looked nervous. 

Evan didn’t hesitate, surging forward to kiss the absolute mess of a fucking man that he loved with all his heart.

Sure, they were toxic, maybe even a little insane. But somehow, they worked. And what kind of love isn’t a little crazy?

[coyotelip]

rosekiller microfic: hold || @rosekillermicrofic || wc: 250

Barty doesn't like hugs.

He is a fan of classic quick and firm handshakes, clapping each other on the shoulders, and friendly fist bumps. Hugs are slow and uncomfortable, he feels out of place letting another person hug him, he feels hot and ticklish from the hair under his nose. (Pandora is the only one in the whole school he allows to hug him and doesn't get a couple of curses in return)

However, sometimes even he wants to be held tightly. When he feels as if he is losing himself, as if his mind is slipping out of his hands. This is happening more and more often these days, as the war outside the school gathers pace and threatens to slip inside the walls. Barty begins to lose himself and seeks out the darkest corners so that no one will see him fall, no one will witness his loss in this struggle for himself.

Evan finds him every time, completing this game of hide-and-seek that no one invited him to play. He knows every corner that Barty can run to, and it's as if he can sense the right one, where he will find the boy sitting on the floor, wrapping his arms around his legs and looking down at the stone floor between his knees.

Barty doesn't look up to see Evan, but he always knows it's him. He takes a few seconds to close his eyes and catch his breath, and then speaks softly:

“Hold me… please.”

[ultravioletbrit]

“spin” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 410 words

CW: drinking / smoking

“Ok! We’re playing fuck, marry, kill!” Barty announces, overly excited.

The party has been over for a while, but there’s still a group of them lingering in the common room playing random drinking games and they’re all fairly drunk by this point.

“Alright…” Barty thinks, looking around the circle “Reg! Fuck, marry, kill–”

“James.” Regulus answers instantly without letting Barty finish.

“Ugh. Reggie, you have to wait for the… wait what?!” Sirius starts then cuts himself off when he registers what Regulus said.

“You want to fuck James?!” Sirius asks looking shocked and appalled.

“You want to marry me?” James swoons with hearts in his eyes.

“I think you’re both focusing on the wrong thing here.” Peter tries to interject.

“I think we should have played spin the bottle instead.” Marlene grumbles under her breath from the other side of the circle.

“The bottle’s pointing at James!” Regulus yells as he starts crawling across the circle to James.

“No one even spun the bottle, Reg.” Dorcas tries to grab Regulus but he’s too far away, so she just falls back to where she was laying in Marlene’s lap.

“I don’t think Reg knows how to play any of these games.” Remus says as he passes a joint to Peter so he can try to grab Sirius who just got out of the chair the two of them are sharing.

“Stop that right now! What is happening!?” Sirius trips on his way to try and pull Regulus off James to stop what has turned into a rather intense make out session.

“Is no one concerned that Reg wants to kill James?” Peter asks seriously as he lets out a puff of smoke.

“He doesn’t actually want to kill James, you high idiot.” Mary rolls her eyes and smacks Peter on the back of the head as she steals the joint.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Reg has some weird kinks.” Evan says as he’s reaching for the half empty bottle in the middle of the circle that was never spun, but is pointing at James.

“I think everyone’s really drunk and we should all go to bed.” Lily announces from her spot on the floor, dropping her head on the couch behind her.

“I think you’re really pretty.” Pandora looks at Lily from where she is laying upside down on the couch with her legs hanging over the back, her head laying right beside Lily’s.

Regulus and James continue to make out, completely oblivious to everything else around them.

[theprongspotter]

Update - Jegulus - @stag-microfic - Day 28 - 480 words

“So…” Barty drawls out, smirking from where he’s lounging in between Evan’s legs on the dormitory floor, his back resting comfortably against Evan’s chest.

Regulus, who had just sat cross-legged on his bed, quirks a brow. “So?”

Barty sighs dramatically, rolling his eyes as if he’s been burdened with the most tedious task. “Merlin, do I have to force this information out of you? I swear I will.”

Regulus narrows his eyes suspiciously. “What information?”

Barty’s smirk widens, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Is his dick as big as we thought it was?” he asks, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

Regulus flushes a deep crimson, nearly choking on air. “Barty, I’m not telling you that! I’m not telling any of you that!”

“You’re our friend, you’re supposed to tell us this stuff,” Barty insists, feigning hurt. “You said you’d update us!”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t think that you’d be asking for inches!” Regulus retorts, throwing his hands up in exasperation. “Besides, who even said we fucked?”

Evan, who’s been silently enjoying the exchange, grins wickedly from behind Barty. “Mate, you look thoroughly dicked down.”

Regulus scowls, his embarrassment boiling over into frustration, and he hurls a pillow at Evan’s face. Evan catches it with a laugh, the force barely making him flinch, clearly unfazed by Regulus’ flustered reaction. Barty leans forward, eyes gleaming with curiosity and amusement.

“Well?” Barty presses, inching closer as if Regulus is about to reveal the world’s biggest secret.

Regulus groans, burying his face in his hands as if he could will himself to disappear. His voice comes out muffled but audible enough for his eager friends to catch every word. “Even bigger.”

For a moment, there's stunned silence as the words sink in. Then, as if on cue, Barty and Evan burst into loud, raucous laughter, whooping and hollering like they've just won the lottery. Barty practically doubles over, clutching his sides, while Evan punches the air in triumph.

“Go, Reggie!” Evan cheers, his grin practically splitting his face, the teasing laced with genuine pride. “Knew you had it in you!”

Regulus groans again, this time louder, and falls back onto his bed, wishing the mattress would just swallow him whole. Barty, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, crawls onto the bed beside him and slings an arm over Regulus’ chest, still chuckling.

“You’ve made us proud, mate,” Barty says, voice dripping with mock solemnity. “Really, you’ve exceeded all expectations.”

Regulus can’t help the small laugh that escapes him, despite his mortification. “You two are the worst,” he mutters, but the warmth in his voice betrays his fondness for their ridiculousness.

“And you love us for it,” Evan quips, flopping down next to Regulus on the other side, effectively trapping him between the two.

“Unfortunately,” Regulus sighs, a small smile tugging at his lips as Barty and Evan grin at him.

[marauders-bs]

Regulus & Dorcas microfic

Okay. First things first, Regulus Black is fine.

He's fine. Everything that just happened meant nothing to him at all. So what if Lily likes girls? It doesn't mean anything to him. He couldn't care less.

So what if the way she described Mary felt like he felt at James? It didn't mean he was in love with James. It meant nothing, nothing at all.

"Reg? You alright?"

It's just Dorcas. She's standing on the staircase to the Astronomy tower where Regulus comes to stargaze. "Fine," he calls back. "Everything is perfectly fine."

He can literally feel her raised eyebrow, even if he's not looking at her.

"Bullshit," she says plainly.

Regulus sighs. "Dorcas, did you know girls can like girls?"

Her footsteps pad over to him, and he looks over to her. Her hair is tucked into a bonnet and she's makeup-less. She looks tired and puzzled.

"Reg, you know I like girls, right?"

He stares at her, shocked.

"You didn't," she sighs. "Well, I do. Never fancied on a guy in my whole damn life. And Dora and I have a bet going on how long it'll take Barty and Evan to realize they're gay for each other."

Barty and Evan?

"What's brought this on?" Cas asks, sitting down beside him.

He thinks about saying nothing, briefly, but Dorcas knows him too well. "Lily likes Mary," he says. "They're dating, I think."

"They are," she supplies.

"I didn't know you could do that," Regulus whispers, and he can feel every emotion he's ever suppressed flood him at once, all the feelings just errupt inside him, and he doesn't know what to do but collapse into Dorcas's arms. He feels the tears on his cheeks and he didn't ask them to be there, and he still doesn't know why.

"Oh, Reg," Dorcas says, holding him. She's not judging him, not calling him weak, not doing anything but accepting him. It's so foreign that the tears only fall harder. "Who is it?"

He doesn't offer an answer, and she doesn't ask for one. They just sit there with just the stars and Regulus's tears to keep them company.

[ecstarry]

@rosekillermicrofic / forever / 183 words / @fromagony

Barty and Evan were 14 years old 

“Are you ready?” Barty hesitantly asked. 

“Are you?” Evan countered in a tone that lacked as much certainty as Barty’s.

“Fuck it. Let’s get this over with.” 

They looked at each other once last time as they walked through the doors that were sure to change everything: High School. 

Then, Barty and Evan were 18 years old 

“Are you ready?” Barty asked, a little eager this time. 

“Are you?” Evan replied with a smirk.

“Fuck it. Let’s get this over with.” 

Once again, they looked at each other once last time as they walked through new doors: College. 

And then, Barty and Evan were 27 years old 

“Are you ready?” Barty asked, excitement all over his body. 

“Are you?” Evan replied with something reserved only for Barty: tenderness.

“Fuck it. Let’s get this over with.” 

They looked at each other again, as they had been doing all their lives. Two boys that grew up with nothing to care for but each other. They were on the other side of a new door, placing a ring in each other’s fingers. A forever. 

[starboy-sirius]

may 9 | captivate | @jegulus-microfic | 671 words

Regulus enters the party with one goal: to captivate.

He struts through the painting, the Fat Lady complimenting him as he does so. “My, you look wonderful, dear. Trying to impress someone in particular?”

He hums, a smirk growing on his lips. “Maybe.”

The Fat Lady’s eyes twinkle at him. “Good luck to you, dear.”

Barty and Evan are on either side of him, towering over him like barking bodyguards ready to glare and bite anyone who dares to get too close. After all, Regulus isn’t trying to gain everyone’s attention. He’s after one boy and one boy only. Barty and Evan, who have watched him fail time and time again to seduce the oblivious and stupidly loyal Gryffindor, were all for Regulus’ new plan. 

“Ready for this, Reggie?” Barty croons, winding one of Regulus’ curls around his index finger.

“Honestly, if Potter doesn’t get the hint after this I’ll fuck you stupid instead,” Evan smirks, eyeing Regulus up and down appreciatively. 

Barty glances over at him, smouldering eyes on fire as they dart between his boyfriend and his best friend. He can't say the idea hasn’t crossed his mind once or a thousand times. “Well, now I’m hoping he doesn’t get the hint.”

“Slut,” Evan purrs.

Regulus rolls his eyes at them, but a small grin does grace his lips. “I’m going to need you two to have more faith in this outfit.”

“More faith?” Barty exclaims. “I was the one who designed this little get up, thank you very much. It’ll work, trust me.”

Evan hums. “Maybe we can get Potter on board with the whole thing.”

They walk into the Gryffindor common room, the party in full swing with people already drunk and disorderly. Some are smoking by the tower windows, their eyes ringed red and their giggles floating around in the air with the smoke. Sirius, Remus and James are sitting with their usual gang of friends on the sofas by the lit fireplace. 

It’s safe to say that everyone’s eyes turn Regulus’ way when he enters. Barty smirks triumphantly. 

Regulus is wrapped in lace, his entire torso on display as it peeks through the leafy patterns on the lace top. His creamy skin causes quite the stir at the party, no one daring to dress as seductively as this. He has more skin on show than anyone has ever seen of him before, the long sleeves falling down and hooking over his middle fingers. His long, lean legs are enclosed in sheer trousers that shimmer whenever he walks, making him look like pure sex as he walks in and comes to a halt, eyes searching for the boy he came here for. 

His eyes, thanks to Evan, are lined with a sharp wing of black kohl, bringing out the silver in his eyes and making them look pearlescent. His lips are rosy and shiny, giving the impression that he’s been biting them, or that someone else has been licking and biting them for him. He looks delectable. 

Regulus meets the brown of James Potter’s eyes and lifts one corner of his lips up, eyes glittering like his namesake. James stares at him with a gaping mouth, his entire body frozen as if Regulus has stolen all the breath from his lungs. Sirius is adamantly trying to get his attention, his own grey eyes flickering between his brother and his best friend, trying desperately to understand what is going on. James ignores him, solely focused on Regulus. 

So much so, that when Regulus raises a hand and beckons James over with a crook of his finger, James is stumbling upwards like a newborn deer and tripping over himself to get as close to Regulus as he can. He’s blushing as he walks over, hands fluttering at his sides giving away his nerves. 

Regulus grins like a shark and leans into Barty, listening as his friend whispers, “Mission accomplished.”

“Well,” Regulus hums. “The night is young. Maybe Evan will get what he wants by the end of it.”

[my-castles-crumbling]

bug - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 250

"Are you homophobic?"

The question came from literally nowhere as Barty and Pandora walked up to the castle from their Care of Magical Creatures lesson; the only lesson they had together without the others.

Shocked, Barty turned to Pandora with a furious expression. "What the fuck? No!"

"Evan thinks you are," Pandora shrugged, looking completely comfortable with the decidedly uncomfortable conversation.

Shame and anger seeped through Barty's veins. "Why?" he asked softly, already knowing the answer.

"You won't be around him when he's with Alan. When they're kissing or holding hands, you get mad, Bee. He thinks-" Pandora started, eyes empathetic but beseeching.

"It just bugs me," Barty grumbled, looking down and kicking at a rock. "They're so..."

"Gay?" Pandora supplied, tilting her head to the side.

"No! It's not that!" he fumed, turning away.

"Then, what?"

He was quiet. Because he knew the answer, but to say it out loud made it real.

The honest truth was that it wouldn't matter who Evan was kissing. It mattered that Evan was kissing someone that wasn't him. And he didn't want to admit how mad it made him.

But of course, Pandora was as annoyingly perceptive as usual and quickly interpreted the silence.

"Oh," she gasped, "oh."

"Oh?" he asked grumpily, cringing internally.

"Barty, you should know...Alan wasn't his first choice," Pandora said gently.

It took him about five seconds to realize what she meant. But when he did, he suddenly wanted nothing more than to get back to the castle.

[isabel-lillah]

may 1 - prompt: rose - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 209

"Fair warning, Pandora is about to come here to ask what your favourite flower is, and she doesn't take I don't know, I don't think about fucking flowers as an answer," Barty says, bursting in their dorm, where Evan and Regulus are trying to get their potions work done.

"She literally didn't let me leave until I told her a flower. I'm kind of afraid of whatever she needs this information for," Barty continues, oblivious to how little attention his friends are paying to what he has to say: "If she shows up with a bunch of roses, I don't know what I'll do."

And with that, he finally caught the other two boys' attention. Except, they burst out laughing.

"Roses? You told her your favourite flower is a rose?"

"It was the first thing I could think of!"

"Yeah, I'm sure rosie is the first thing that comes to mind," Regulus comments, and Evan laughs again. With the amount of rosie, black and crouching jokes that are being thrown around their dorm every day, he would have been more surprised if Regulus didn't point this pun out.

However, as he turns around, he notices something that normally doesn't happen when these jokes are thrown around.

Barty is blushing.

[fictionalsimp09]

chain – @rosekillermicrofic – 299 words 

Barty finishes smoking out the eyeliner he convinced Dorcas to lend him, and stands back to look in the bathroom mirror. Fuck, he looks hot. This is going to become his entire personality now. 

“Hurry up, Barty! We’re gonna be late,” Evan calls from their dorm. 

He ruffles his hair, making sure it’s messy, just how he likes it, and goes to grab his jacket of his bed. Both of the boys’ breaths hitch when they look at the other, Barty with his eyeliner and Evan with a gold chain around his neck. Evan clears his throat, looking away as he says, “You look good, Bee. It suits you.” Barty grins, he’s never seen Evan this flustered, even with any of the girls he has short-lived romances with. “We should get going,” Evan makes his way to the door. 

“Wait.” Barty steps in front of him, his hand resting on the other’s chest to stop him from leaving. He can feel Evan’s heart beating under his palm. Barty hasn’t done anything about his feelings for his best friend because he wasn’t sure if they were reciprocated, but Evan’s pounding heart suggests that he might feel the same. He isn’t sure whether if it’s the eyeliner making him more confident, or the damn necklace that makes Evan irresistible, but he slides his hand up his chest, wrapping around his neck. Barty leans in, whispering in his ear, “I can think of better things to do than go to a stupid party.” 

Evan slams him into the door behind him and seizes his lips in his own. If Barty had any doubts about if his feelings for Evan are reciprocated, the way he licks his lower lip and groans as he slides his tongue into Barty’s mouth proves that they are. 

[nonbinary-potatoes]

Prompt: call 15/10/24 @rosekillermicrofic

Word count: 376

Barty tapped the phone he'd been given, dumming his fingers against the plastic. There was a police officer sat opposite him, arms folded and looking unimpressed. The phone in question was a standard office telephone that could only achieve one function - sending or receiving a call.

"You get one phone call. If they fail to pick up on the second attempt, you have to remain in custody until the next working day, which is Monday. The call will be recorded for the safety of yourself and others and you have the right to remain silent if you please" the officer recited with an air of boredom, like he wanted to be here less than Barty did.

Barty tapped the numbers in with ease. He'd remembered them from the first moment he'd seen them written on a napkin in some illegal rave venue.

"Pick up pick up, pick up," he muttered under his breath, praying to all that was holy that his call would be answered. The dial tone was loud in his ear.

"Hello?" That beautiful voice, the same one he got to hear almost every day now.

"Hey gorgeous," Barty drawled Into the receiver, hoping that Evan wouldn't be too mad at him.

"Bat...? Who's phone are you calling me from?" Evan sounded anxious even though the connection bounced a bit and left a robotic tint over his words.

"Ummmm," Barty squinted at the name tag on the officers uniform. "That would be sargent Bradley-Harvey's phone," Barty said sheepishly, waiting nervously for his boyfriends reaction.

"Did you get nicked?" Evan didn't even sound that surprised. Was the bar that low?

"Something like that, could you please come and pick me up from Manchester city centre police station?" Barty had to put on a sweet voice for that one. He was a rather long way from home.

"What the fuck are you doing in Manchester Bee?" Evan sighed and there was the sound of ome sort of shuffle and a clink of keys "you know what? Dont answer that. I'll be there in a couple hours max" he sighed in exasperation and the line disconnected.

"So..?" the officer prompted, holding open a notepad and a pen.

Barty grinned smugly. "My boyfriend's coming to pick me up"

[jameskinniesrise]

and they were roommates *gasp* and they were roommates

but its rosekiller