#rosekiller fanfic

[jameskinniesrise]

rosekiller scream au when?

[thedvilsinthedetails]

Painful Bartylus to non toxic rosekiller my love

Painful bartylus where [pre emotional growth] Regulus was just excited someone liked him but Barty didn’t like Regulus he loved him

And Regulus didn’t love him back

Painful Bartylus where Reggie was not in the best mental space and couldn’t handle all of Barty’s Bartyness, told him he was too much, too loud, too weird even though Barty was trying so hard not to be

Painful Bartylus where the breakup wasn’t a big deal for Regulus because he figured neither of them were really that emotionally invested and they became friends again immediately but for Barty it was just a desperate attempt to keep Reg in his life

Then Evan Rosier who saw it all happen and couldn’t say anything because these were his two best friends but all he could think was how he could do it so much better, how he and Barty would be so good to each other

Evan Rosier who got the chance about a year later when he and Barty kissed on New Year’s Day and then proceeded to not stop kissing

Barty who was so terrified of losing Evan too and Evan finding it hard because he’s not good at emotions but in every way he can, showing Barty he loved him with hugs and handholds and playing with his hair and Evan’s lap becoming Barty’s new resting place

Evan figuring out he’s ace and worrying Barty won’t want him anymore

Barty saying I love you for the first time when Evan finally breaks down over it 

Evan not being able to say it back straight away and Barty not minding because he already knew from all the ways Evan showed him already

Evan finally saying it and Barty nearly bursting into tears because honestly he never thought in a million years he could ever be this happy

And because I’m on a roll w it

Regulus finally doing better when he starts dating James, Regulus who notices how it affects James when people call him weird or too much, Regulus who sees how different Barty is with Evan than he ever was with him

Regulus who REALISES.

Regulus who finally apologises.

[n0blefl0wer]

Docas: so who’s the big spoon and who’s the little spoon

Evan: we’re chopsticks!

Pandora: awww does that mean you cuddle perfectly together?

Barty: no it means if you take one of us away from each other, the only thing the other one is good for is stabbing

Idk if this has been done but oh well

[jaybirdbluejay]

Some old art I never posted, inspired by @kayylivesinchaos

Go check out her fanfic, it's a masterpiece

There's more info on insta with the same username (kayylivesinchaos)

[star4daisy]

writing snippet

thx for tagging me @214lilacsky here's a lil unedited snippet from the rosekiller sexuality crisis fic that I might post today heheh

Kissing had never felt like this before. Barty wasn’t sure if it was because it was a man or because it was Evan, but he knew he needed more. He needed to stand closer, pressing their bodies together until he could feel all of Evan against him, kissing him with so much passion he had to take a step back, Barty walked with him, trying to brand himself against his skin. He craved Evan's touch. Nothing he did felt like enough. Barty could have stripped them of their shirts in the middle of the party so he could feel Evan’s chest against his and still, they wouldn’t have been close enough to satisfy him. He feared nothing would. “Damn, they’re really going at it, aren't they?” Potter sounded surprised.

np tags: @fromagony @sanguineerose @jamespottersmixtape @curly-chip @sommerregenjuniluft @jaylienpotter @starchaser-lily @orchideous-nox

[sommerregenjuniluft]

Ant Pile chapter 2/2 is out!!

Barty Crouch Jr x Evan Rosier | 21k words | E

This is a story about two boys raised by the sun.

A story of busted knees, tooth gaps, growing up. First dates and fireworks. Florida heat, being a teenager, best friends and how falling in love works when you've already loved them for as long as you can remember.

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[nikholascrow]

shower thoughts - word count: 423 - pre rosekiller fluff

Barty sat fully clothed in the bathtub, the loud sounds of the overhead shower soaking his clothes and trying and failing to drown out his thoughts. He wasn’t sure how he’d expected this time to be any different. It was always the same. He really should give up on this whole love thing.

The shower shut off abruptly startling Barty out of his thoughts and unseeing stare. Evan plopped himself down on the floor next to the bathtub two containers of ice cream held in one arm and two spoons in hand, he used his free hand to hold one of the ice cream tubs and a spoon out to Barty.

“rough night?” Evan’s tone was casual, conversational, not demanding for Barty to tell him everything just giving him the option.

Barty took a few bites of his ice cream, strawberry, his favorite, before he spoke. “he dumped me” he stabbed his ice cream a little agressively with his spoon “said I was ‘too much’ and he ‘didn’t have the energy to deal with me’ whatever that means.”

Evan didn’t say anything just nodded softly so Barty continued

“The asshole didn’t even have the decency to do it somewhere private. He did it right there in the restaurant and left me with the bill.” Barty scowled at his knees pulling them up closer to his chest as he picked at the rips in his jeans.

Evan frowned at that “Bitch.”

“I know!! and he had audacity to keep my fucking hoodie!” Barty stabbed aggressively at his ice cream again

“I’m pretty sure that was my hoodie actually-“

Barty snorted “that hoodie stopped being yours the second you left it in my room”

Evan laughed, it was sweet and soft and for a while Barty laughed too. they both trailed off after a few minutes and the bathroom was quiet again

“I really thought he liked me this time” Barty whispered, dropping his head onto Evan’s shoulder, his still wet hair soaking Evan’s shirt Evan didn’t seem to mind. He just reached over and rubbed Barty’s back. Silence fell again but it was comforting this time.

“wanna go order a pizza, watch old disney movies and talk shit about him till you feel better?”

Barty laughed “hell yes”

And as they curled up on the couch in their shared apartment, the scent of one of Evan’s hoodies and Evan’s mint chocolate chip breath filling his nose. Barty thought maybe he would be okay because he was never too much for Evan, Evan always stayed.

[the-boy-who-drank-the-stars]

@rosekillermicrofic - forest, july 20 - 501 words

tw: blood

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Absolutely not. Why, you scared?”

Evan scowled. The mocking tone Barty used always got on his nerves, but tonight it was especially infuriating. It was almost midnight, and instead of sleeping in their dormitory, they were traipsing through the Forbidden Forest in their nightgowns. When Evan had demanded to know why after being roused from his sleep half an hour earlier, Barty had simply shrugged and replied, “You’ll see.”

He eyed his surroundings. There was only the lanky trees and grass floor, and maybe the occasional scurrying of a bowtruckle scouring for food, but his anxiety did not ease. He was no coward, but he also wasn’t a fool. The Forbidden Forest was a dangerous place to be at night. 

“Barty,” he said. “This is stupid.” When Barty didn’t answer, he persisted. “We’re going to get ourselves killed.”

He received only a bored glance. “So leave, then.”

Crazy. Barty was absolutely crazy. How on Earth had Evan gotten stuck with him? And why had he even agreed to this in the first place? He should’ve pressed for more details. This was why Regulus was the smart one.

He wouldn’t leave though. He couldn’t. He knew it, and so did Barty. 

But that wouldn’t stop him from complaining. 

“My feet hurt.”

“Didn’t ask,” said Barty. 

“My back hurts.”

“What are you, sixty?”

“It smells here.”

“Can’t smell anything but you.”

Just when Evan was getting ready to hex him- he knew plenty of spells that Barty wouldn’t be able to counter- Barty stopped abruptly in his tracks, so instant that Evan almost walked into him. “We’re here,” he said, and Evan nervously noted the fervent excitement in his voice. 

They stepped into a clearing, where a grove of broad, hulking trees formed a circle. In the pale silvery moonlight, Evan could see nothing but what looked like simply grass and shrubs. 

He raised his wand. “Lumos.”

The wandlight cast a golden glow on their surroundings, and in the very center of the circle, Evan could see a flower, so small that he almost missed it had he not been squinting. 

“A flower,” he said incredulously. “You dragged me out all the way here for a flower?”

Barty ignored him, strolling over and reaching downwards to pluck it out. “It’s a dead rose,” he said, with a grin. He beckoned Evan over. “Come look.”

Evan approached cautiously, knowing that Barty’s idea of something cool could very well be something dangerous. Up close, he could see the charred blackness, the lack of nourishment that all flowers had. “What does it do?”

“Watch,” Barty whispered. He reached and peeled a petal off, dropping it onto the ground, and Evan’s mouth fell open as a dark liquid came trickling out of the center, wafting the scent of copper into the air. Evan dipped his finger and tentatively licked it, brows furrowing. 

“It’s blood,” he said in wonder. 

“It’s beautiful,” murmured Barty. He met Evan’s gaze. “Just like you.”

[aidyaiden]

does anyone have a rosekiller fic (at hogwarts, modern au, anything i dont mind) where barty and pandora are best friends and evan gets defensive of pandora because he doesnt want barty to date her bla bla bla but barty is really just in love with evan?

[where-is-vivian]

the best of you, honey, belongs to me

veni, vidi, audi, scripsi.*

*I came, I saw, I listened, I wrote.

[rosekiller-addict]

i really want to write a fake relationship Rosekiller fic based on the song Cowboy Like Me by Taylor Swift

like imagine they both have rich parents and they're like "hey we should pretend to date" and then they end up getting a bunch of shit from each other's family

and like everyone actually thinks they're actually dating because they're way too good at pretending to be dating and the only others who don't know they're dating are Regulus, Dorcas and Pandora.

And then the part where its like "And I know I'll pay for it" is like Barty falling in love with Evan but knowing that he'll never be able to actually date him but also having to deal with constantly pretending to be Evan's boyfriend.

And like when I say they pretend to be dating, its not just like hand holding or something, like they will make out in front of other people when it's completely unnecessary.

idk I might write it. I love the idea but it'll probably take me a while to read it

[ashes-and-ashes]

He thinks of Remus, thinks of the scars littering his body and the wry twist of his mouth, the careful way he kissed Sirius back in the safety of Hogwarts. “He loves you,” Barty says, softly. He can hear Sirius’ breath catch, hears the raw agony in his voice. “We all knew it. He loves you.”

inspired by this post re: barty and sirius in azkaban!

[thedvilsinthedetails]

rosekiller microfic band au pt3

heyyy pt3 is here yayyy

I haven’t rlly read it thru again and I’m feeling pretty tired today so if there’s a quality dip that’s why but also we have some nice Barty POV which I find easier to write sooo balances out ig

also we have some Marlene in this one (u can thank @good-oldfashioned-lover-girl because I wasn’t gonna put her in but she loves Marls [not that I don’t] to and yk she’s the boss so 🫡🫡🫡 Marlene is in the fic and I’m actually glad bc I love her part in this)

oh also Reg is autistic in this [in my mind] so when I mention him wearing headphones it’s bc he wears headphones on public transport/often in public/during gigs to help block noise <3

oh also all the skittles have matching nail polish and little tattoos on their wrists (idk if I actually mention it here but just so u have it in ur mind)

Tags for ppl that (I think?) wanted to be tagged <3 : @depressedtheatrekiddo @blu3stars @picklerab23 @lady-stardust-incarnate @always-reading @no-names-work @y0url0verb0y @2bluetwo85 @idk-what-to-put-here-123 @weirdtinkerbellversion @lulublack90 @nikholascrow (please please do tell me if you don’t want to be tagged bc idm and obviously won’t be upset but I just don’t want to tag ppl that don’t actually want to be tagged so I’m just sort of guessing by who commented last time so um yeah)

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(Cw: lil bit of homophobia in here sorry)

***

By the time the train arrived at their station both Barty and Evan had dozed off. Arms wrapping around each other, bodies curled into one another like a jigsaw puzzle. Evan didn’t wake up as gently as he fell asleep though because he was woken by Regulus kicking his seat aggressively. Once he finally opened his eyes he turned to face him. He was wearing his headphones, big and black originally but covered in splodges of spray paint from when Barty had offered to ‘customise‘ them for Regulus. He’d pushed them back though, now that the majority of people has filtered out of the little compartment.

“Hurry up and get your stuff.”

Regulus ordered before following Pandora and Dorcas who had already left.

Evan turned and tapped Barty gently to wake him up. Then when that didn’t work he shook him till he opened his eyes with a start. 

It took Barty a moment to realise where he was but even once he did he just grumbled.

“Ev don’t make me get up, please.”

He pouted, eyes wide and dilated in some kind of cheap attempt at cuteness.

“Come on you know you have to get up baby- Barty!”

Evan gaped, realising his mistake just too late. A slip of the tongue and he’d gone and fucked everything up.

“D’you just call me baby?”

A grin spread on Barty’s face and he poked Evan gently and laughed.

“You’ve been single too long Rosier.”

“You- you’re not mad?”

“Why would I be mad, baby?”

Barty winked, clicking his tongue as he got up and shuffled past Evan with a wicked smirk.

•••

Barty was going insane. 

Evan had called him baby. Baby. And fuck his reaction had been visceral. But like…in a good way? It made him want to bite down on something hard but that thing was the muscles on Evan’s arms. Or bruise something but that thing was Evan’s neck…with a hickey or two. 

Something about the way it had slipped out so naturally, so warmly. It just made Barty’s heart flutter. Made him want to grab Evan and shake the sense out of him enough to like Barty. Something along the lines of ‘kiss me, ruin me, dear God I’m begging you.’ Ah well, nothing you can’t really do about these kinds of situations except get on with it. Lying was something Barty had gotten very good at from a young age and not stopped since. Some might call it acting but those were the types of people who were just trying to convince themselves they were good and moral. Barty didn’t really care enough about that kind of stuff to bother. White lies this and how it contrasts with malicious lies that, like someone trying to section off a gradient in two. You can’t, it’s all the same monochrome blur in the end. 

Barty was lost in this little daydream when he heard Pandora roar.

“WHAT?!”

Now Pandora didn’t often roar, maybe laugh maniacally every now and then yes, but yell? Scream? That was never her type of thing. Save for some rare occasions that Barty could probably count on one hand. Pandora yelling meant it was time to stop daydreaming about Evan’s curls or Evan’s hands with their chipped green nail polish or Evan’s fucking tight t shirts. Yeah time to stop thinking about that and listen up. So he did.

“I do not intend to offend anyone by it.”

Riddle raised his hands up defensively with a cheap sleazy smile that immediately made Barty dislike him.

“I’m just saying that this venue prides itself on a distinct lack of…untoward behaviour. It’s not a massive deal, I think your lead and backup singers can use separate microphones for two nights of a six month tour. 

“What the fuck man?”

Barty stepped forward immediately hands curling into fists, Riddle was pretty short, he could definitely take him if that’s what it came to.

“Barty stop, that isn’t the right way to solve things. Come on let’s just- let’s come back later ok? See if we can talk to someone else, not this piece of shit.”

Dorcas spat out the last three words as she pulled Barty back to the group.

He was going to argue till he felt Evan put a hand on his shoulder, instead he just left Evan guide him away after the rest of the group.

“We’ll figure it out ok?”

“Fucking- Ev we can’t play there. They’re fucking homophobic.”

“Barty the O2 has been your dream since-“

“I DONT BLOODY CARE!”

“Barty shut the fuck up. I said we’ll talk about it and we will, we will figure it out but stop acting like a goddamn CHILD.”

Barty looked over at Evan who had his teeth bared, slightly wild look in his eyes. He was seething too, clearly. Just more mature than Barty.

“Ok, yeah.”

He breathed in.

“I’m sorry Ev.”

“Hey it’s alright. It’s just important the band shows a united front against this you know? We can’t split up or in fight because then, well then we all lose.”

“Yeah. Yeah you’re right Rosie. But we will do something.”

“I promise you they’re not getting away with this.”

Evan nodded. He tossed a hand over Barty’s shoulder, pulling him in just a little bit closer as they walked. Barty wasn’t complaining. 

•••

“You don’t get it Marls, we can’t just not play the O2. We’d lose way too much money off it, probably too much to be able to continue with the rest of the tour. Plus venues will think we’re unreliable and might cancel or pull out. Riddle is such a fucking dick, he only told us when we went there for a tech practice literally today.”

“Fuck yeah that’s shitty.”

Marlene was sat next to Barty on the floor of his hotel room, helping him repaint his nails. The entire band had them matching, a bright toxic green, his had started to fade though. 

“What if you just…ignore them? Do it anyway?”

“Yeah, yeah. It’s not like they can drag us off stage mid performance.”

“Not without exposing their homophobia.”

“Still…I wanna make a statement. Something big you know? Show them they can’t straight wash us.”

Marlene looked up at Barty, eyes twinkling mischievously.

“I might have an idea then.”

•••

Evan was sat in an alcove in the hotel corridor watching Regulus patiently braid and unbraid Pandora’s hair on the sofa opposite him. It calmed them both down whenever they were stressed. And Barty and Marlene, locked up together in Barty’s hotel room. Both raging homosexuals dead set on never following rules talking amongst themselves just before the biggest gig of the band’s history? Yeah that was a reason to be stressed. That’s when he heard the tell tale clump of Barty’s docs down the corridor. And he was walking with purpose.

As soon as he came into view Evan noticed the way his eyebrows were knotted together yet his eyes were glimmering with excitement. Evan had no clue what Barty was going to say next but it wasn’t that.

“Marlene thinks I should kiss you.”

Barty announced and Evan dropped his jaw, staring at him agape.

“What?”

“And I agree with her.”

“What?”

***

OK HOPE U LIKED IT

xxx BYEEEE

pt4 probs gonna come soon bc I swear this fic has a life of its own

[so-much-history-in-these-streets]

Mini Book Covers ~ Tender Curiosities, Baby! by @otrtbs AO3 otrtbs

Cover Credit: Me! Although I took inspiration from this version of the Harlem Shuffle cover ((if you notice mistakes, please let me know!)) Feel free to use them for your own projects! Art Heist, Baby! Alternative Covers otrtbs Masterpost

[bloodbruise]

the bitches traumatized by saltburn would never survive the fics in my ao3 history

[star4daisy]

“This is gonna come back to bite you in the ass,” Regulus warned.

“Well aware, Reg,” Barty knew the consequences of his actions, he just didn’t care if it meant he’d get to have another taste of Evan.

“He’s got a girlfriend.”

“I know,” he rolled his eyes.

“He said he’s not gay,” for some reason Regulus felt the need to remind him.

“I have perfect functioning ears, thank you.”

fic: I would never fall unless it's you