#rosekiller oneshot

[accio-sriracha]

So I'm trying a new thing where I generate 5 random words as prompts for a oneshot and-

Two of them are just his NAME.

[adh-james-version]

My Love - Rosekiller

Evan and Barty were sitting in the common room doing homework from Transfiguration. The dark light coated the room in a dim quiet. Darkness slowly started to envelop the common room as the dimming suns light could no longer penetrate the darkness of the appropriately named Black Lake.

"Evieeeee, I'm bored." Well, Evan was doing homework and Barty was just sloth grabbing onto his boyfriend as he worked. Evan supported Barty as he chipped through his work. "What am I supposed to do about that?"

"Stop doing your homework and entertain me. Duhhhhh"

"Nice try Barty, but I have work to do."

"I have you my answers!?"

"I want to actually know what I'm doing."

"But Evssss."

"No Barty, I'll cuddle with you later, my love."

What? His what?

"What did you say?" Barty asked pulling himself back so that he could look Evan in his eyes while still sitting in his lap. 

"I'll cuddle with you later?"

"What did you call me though?"

"My love." Evan said it with no hesitation, no regret present in his eyes, but from where Barty's hand was resting on his chest he could feel Evan's heart pounding like he was running a marathon.

"Why would you say that?"

"Because, I....."

"Because what Evan?" Barty was starting to think it was a mistake. His heart was palpitating and every second felt like several eternities. 

Was Evan joking? Was it a slip of the tongue? But if it was a slip of the tongue then that means hes been thinking it? What if-

"Barty." Evan cut off his train of thought, looking him straight in the eyes. "I love you. That's why I called you my love. Because you are, you're my person, my love."

Barty was stunned to silence. Evan dropped the eye contact and looked away at his paper. "I'm sorry, you don't have to say it back. You can just ignore it I'll finish my homework and then we can cuddle if you even want to anymore."

Barty still couldn't speak.

Say Something! Now!

Evan had returned to his essay feeling stupid for even saying anything. He felt his shoulder grow damp. He lifted Bartys head off of his shoulder to see his boyfriend crying. "What's wrong B?" "You- You love me?" 

Barty finally found his voice. "Yes I do. Is that a problem? Why are you crying baby?" "How could you love me? I'm only gonna hurt you! Love and dating are two different things!" He sobbed out, almost yelling.

"I love you Barty, and nothing will change that. Nothing you could do or say will ever stop me from loving you. Even if you say I shouldn't or don't love me. "

"Stop! Stop saying I don't love you, I've been in love with you forever! I love you so much that it hurts."

"And I'm in love with you, whats the problem? We will work through any problems you think will arise."

"But Ev!-"

"No. Quiet. Listen to me Barty Crouch Jr. I love you. Nothing will change that. So don't try. Now." He packed up his homework and stood up while still holding Barty and his school bag.

"We are going up to the dorm and were going to sleep. We can talk about anything and everything tomorrow. And thats final."

Barty didn't even attempt a rebuttal he just allowed Evan to carry him up the stairs and lay him in bed, still holding him. "I love you Barty, you can't change that." Evan whispered to him. It was the last thing he heard before he fell asleep and the reason he fell asleep with tears in his eyes and a smile on his face.

[cheeryknots]

such a lovely place to die with you (rosekiller end-of-the-world one shot)

“I would’ve fallen in love with you,” Barty said. A small part of him wondered if he too was dying, if he was watching a life flashing before his eyes, unable to tell what was real, what was fantasy, what was buried hopes and dreams he’d learned to abandon long ago, dug up in their final moments making him feel everything. “I would’ve loved you so much.”

the one where barty finds him, holds him close, loves him, here at the end of all things.

[anauro]

hi roc! i didn’t follow everything but i think you mentioned a potential new chapter of curiosity killed the cat? if yes, do you have any indication when this will come out? i really love dass btw your jegulus and rosekiller are immaculate <33

Hi dear!

Yes there will be part two aka Desire brought him back (how Evan wanted to get fucked)

I don’t know yet when it��ll come, spring sometime? Maybe summer as I have an exam coming up I’ll need to study for that.

Whenever it happens in the main fic, I’ll write it basically.

And thank you so much, I’m glad you like it 🫶🏼🫶🏼

[y0url0verb0y]

A fic where Barty is a serial killer and he goes to a gay bar to scope out his next victim. He meets a pretty blond (Evan) and takes him to a hotel, and right before they're about to do the devil's tango said pretty blond pulls out a dagger and holds it to his neck. And Barty is like,

"Wow, princess guess you beat me to it." As he's fucking grinning like a madman with a dagger of his own held to Evan's side.

[wolf-star-chaser12]

Little Notes

| Little Notes - word count: 2874 - jegulus/starchaser oneshot

no warnings |

James knew he should give the book back to Regulus, but the sticky notes inside made it almost impossible. When he opened the book to see whose it was, he didn’t expect to see several sticky notes with Regulus’ handwriting inside. 

James meant to give it back right away, he did, but the sarcastic comments and responses to the boring history book made it automatically interesting. It didn’t help that James also had a slightly massive crush on the book’s owner. 

James wanted to know everything about Regulus, Sirius was only so much help after all. He felt guilty, reading the first few notes. It felt like he was trespassing on something private even if it were only witty remarks as to why people throughout history were stupid and what they could have done better. But if he wanted to know Regulus better, there was nothing more intimate than knowing one’s thoughts.

James' curiosity overpowered his guilt. So he spent the next hour reading through the boring history book, only made better by Regulus’ remarks. At first, it was just chuckling and little huffs of laughter, but then it grew louder and louder. After three warnings to keep quiet by Madame Pince, he was finally kicked out of the library for laughing too hard and loud.

James walked up to the Gryffindor tower, wiping away tears as he remembered the whole ass paragraph Regulus wrote on why Dumbledore was incompetent and could have easily been defeated by Grindlewald. James respected their headmaster, but Regulus had some pretty strong points as to why he wasn’t truly the strongest wizard.

The Marauder’s room was strangely quiet but a quick look at the map showed that Sirius and Remus were in the astronomy tower and Peter was in the greenhouse probably checking on his plants. Another quick look showed Regulus in his room with Crouch and the Rosier twins, along with Marlene’s girlfriend, Dorcas.

James smiled as he thought of their little group, he always wondered how they managed to become friends with Pandora, but nobody could turn her away. Then again they probably didn’t need to since she was Rosier’s sister. But why Dorcas was friends with Crouch and Rosier remained a mystery. She insisted they were secretly soft and refused to let anyone know it, but she also admitted they were as insane as they appeared.

James was caught up in thoughts of Regulus and his friends, but mainly Regulus. He definitely needed to give the book back to him tomorrow. But he also wanted to know more about him. Just then, James had a brilliant idea. He would respond to each of the little comments, even the paragraph.

James spent the better part of two hours writing little responses on the sticky notes. At one point he wondered where Regulus got the sticky notes but then he quickly dismissed it thinking it wasn’t important. He was the most productive he had ever been, writing silly little responses to Regulus. If only he were this productive with his actual schoolwork. By the time he finished writing responses, Peter had already fallen asleep and Sirius and Remus stumbled in, hand in hand. 

“Prongs! You’re still awake? Don’t you have quidditch practice in four hours?” Sirius asked.

James looked at the clock that every dorm had— the only clocks that worked throughout the school, just so they could get up in time.

“Shit, I got carried away. But so do you, in case you forgot.”

Remus’ brows went up in surprise. “You’re doing homework? You? James Potter?”

“Yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes. He decided to go with it since he didn’t want anyone to know yet about his maybe not-so-little crush. James knew Sirius would be fine with it and support him, but things were still tense. After Regulus ran away with him, they were still trying to figure out how to be brothers again.

Thankfully the couple left him alone and he soon put away the book, falling deep asleep.

—

If James weren’t the captain of the quidditch team, he would strangle himself for making him get up so early. He wasn’t going to complain, it was worth it responding to all the little notes and getting an up-close look at Regulus’ mind.

James didn’t know when he would be able to see Regulus, at least not until dinner. Even then, he would probably be in the kitchens, away from everyone else. They didn’t have potions that day— Regulus was so smart he was in the seventh year’s class. James sighed as he thought about how smart Regulus was, how beautiful and deadly. It was his own fault when Sirius snuck up on him during the practice he was supposed to be leading.

“Okay, that’s it. Practice is over,” Sirius shouted. 

The team looked relieved to be dismissed even ten minutes earlier.

“You can’t do that,” James said in disbelief. 

“I can, I will, and I just did. Besides, you’ve hardly been leading practice today. Marlene is doing all the work.”

James felt a stab of guilt. Was he really so caught up in his thoughts of Regulus that he wasn’t able to focus on quidditch? Apparently so. He flew down with the rest of the team, hoping to avoid his best friend for a moment longer. 

“Not so fast.”

James grunted as he was pulled back hard by his quidditch jersey. He and Sirius stared at each other before James began to run his hands through his hair nervously.

Sirius sighed. “What happened?”

“What do you mean?”

Sirius punched James on the arm. “Don’t be dumb. What happened?”

“Noth– nothing happened I swear mate.”

Sirius glared at him. It was unnerving how much the Black brothers looked alike. They practically looked like twins, the only difference was their height, hair, and eyes. Not to mention the way they held themselves. But their glares could kill. Luckily for James, he was practically immune to the death glare.

Suddenly, Sirius’ eyes lit up with mischief and sheer joy. “You were thinking about someone, weren’t you?”

James grinned, unable to help it. 

Sirius gasped, “You weren’t doing homework last night were you?”

“Nope,” he continued smiling.

“What were you doing?”

James shrugged. “Eh, just writing.”

“Who is it?”

James' smile faltered then. Sirius wouldn’t be mad, but was it the right time? Regulus made him so happy with his mean comments and sarcastic responses. There had to be something wrong with James, but if there was nothing wrong with Regulus, then what was so wrong with loving him?

Oh. It wasn’t a slight crush. No, it was so much more wonderful than that. He, James Potter was in love with Regulus Black. As simple as that.

Sirius seemed to misunderstand James’ silence for something else when he pulled him in for a hug. James held him tight, not caring that it wasn’t something most boys did. But Sirius was his brother, he would gladly hug him any time.

“I won’t judge you, or be mad. You know that right?”

“I know. Just don’t know if it’s the right time to say anything.”

“That’s okay, you don’t have to. Do they make you happy?”

With no hesitation, James responded, “Yes.”

They pulled away from each other, and James’ hands were still on Sirius’ shoulders. “He makes me so happy, you have no idea.”

“Oh yeah?” Sirius said. 

“I’m just worried he doesn’t feel the same.”

“Well, if he doesn’t, it’s his loss.”

James grinned even wider. “If he doesn’t, I’ll woo him.”

They left the pitch and headed down for breakfast. James hoped he would see Regulus, even if it was in passing. James knew he and Regulus had a gap between classes around the same time, he would try to find him and give him back the book.

When the time came, James was buzzing with excitement. Just the thought of being able to talk with the beautiful boy made his heart soar. He knew he was cheesy and romantic, but that wouldn’t stop him. Looking at the map, Regulus seemed to be walking from Ancient Runes to the library. Much to James’ delight, he was alone.

He rushed through the halls, only slowing down whenever he saw a professor or prefect— even though he needn’t worry about prefects since he was Head Boy. James arrived shortly before Regulus did, which was perfect because he could say he had just found the book.

Regulus looked like a dream with his curls framing his pale face. He always looked perfect— at least that’s what James thought. Regulus walked up to the table where he left his book and looked confused for a second when he realised it was gone.

“Regulus,” James said breathlessly. “Hi.”

Regulus scowled but his ears turned slightly pink. “Where’s my book James.”

He called me James.

“Wher– oh! Here.” James handed him the book, trying not to show his nervousness. What if he didn’t like it? What if it made him mad? 

“James, why did you have my book?”

Regulus’ green and grey eyes were so pretty, James could get lost in them forever. “I just found it, I figured you didn’t want anyone to accidentally take it or put it away so I was going to give it to you but you just got here.” He was rambling and he knew it. But the boy in front of him made his mind melt like butter.

Regulus looked at the book suspiciously before saying, “Thanks.”

“Y-yeah.”

They stood there awkwardly for a few seconds. 

“Right, I’m leaving.” Regulus walked bruquely past James and out of the library. 

James was too dazed from counting Regulus’ freckles— he counted fourteen before he left. James wanted to feel a little disappointed at the interaction, but Regulus didn’t outright insult him or ignore him for once, so James was more than happy. He walked out of the library and to his next class with a lovesick expression.

—

Regulus didn’t immediately think there was anything off about the book. James seemed to be telling the truth so he wasn’t worried. He walked to his next class and met Pandora on the way.

“Did James give you the book yet?”

Regulus stopped and looked at her with a confused expression. “How did you know?”

“I know all sorts of things.”

“I know that,” he said exasperatedly. “But you know everyone’s secrets and little details. This wasn’t even a secret.”

Pandora giggled. “Of course it wasn’t a secret. I saw him take your book last night after he got kicked out my Madame Pince for laughing too loud. I was going to grab it myself but he got to it first.”

Wait what? “Last night?”

Pandora nodded. 

This instantly made Regulus suspicious of the book, but he wouldn’t be able to check it until he finished this last class. All throughout Transfiguration, Regulus’ thoughts kept straying to James and the book. Pandora said James was kicked out for laughing, but why was he laughing? Surely he wasn’t laughing at his notes, was he? 

“Panda?” he whispered, quietly enough so Professor McGonagall wouldn’t catch him.

“Yes?”

Regulus hesitated. “Why was James laughing last night?”

Pandora smiled sweetly, instantly knowing what Regulus was really asking. “Your little notes you always make.”

Regulus felt dread pool in his stomach.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “He wasn’t making fun of them, he kept muttering how funny you were and how smart too.”

Regulus felt a funny little flutter in his chest. He tried to concentrate on the rest of the lesson, but his thoughts were filled with James and his laugh. Oh, how he would give anything just to hear James laugh. The things he would do to be the one making him laugh. 

He was gone for James Potter, his brother’s best friend. 

There was no way someone like James would possibly like him. After all, he was only “Sirius’ little brother.” James would never see him any other way. Impossible.

Pandora leaned into him again. “Maybe when you stop blushing and daydreaming about him, you should open the book.”

If Regulus wasn’t blushing before, he sure was now.

As soon as Transfiguration finished, Regulus tried as subtly as possible to rush to his room. Judging by Pandora’s smile, he wasn’t that subtle to her.

When he got to his room, he noticed the curtains around Barty’s bed were spelled shut and there was a silencing charm around it. Thank Salazar, Regulus would kill Barty first and then Evan if they forgot it again.

Regulus closed his curtains but didn’t bother putting up a silencing spell. Opening the book, he had no idea what to expect, but it was not this— little notes under his little notes. Butterflies erupted all throughout his body and he knew he was sporting the biggest blush ever. He read through the notes like his life depended on it. James’ notes were variations of his if he had said something sarcastic. 

“Pathetic. I could do better.”

“Could you?”

“Honestly, I’ve never seen so little common sense from someone. There’s a reason history is documented just so people don’t repeat it.”

“Clearly this guy doesn’t understand that.”

“I could’ve done that in half the time and with less mess.”

“I would love to see that happen.”

“She left obvious traces. I wouldn’t have gotten caught.”

“She truly shouldn’t have left the gloves there.”

Some were actual notes that gave his opinion, meaning James took the time to read through the passage of a class he was no longer in, just to give his insight. It was the most adorable thing Regulus had seen. The giggle slipped past his lips before he blushed in embarrassment at the noise.

A dramatic gasp sounded from Barty’s bed. “Did you hear that Rosie?”

Regulus shoved the book under his pillow.

Evan pulled back Regulus’ curtains with delight. “It was actually Regulus.”

“Impossible,” Barty said.

“Bat, do you think someone is using polyjuice potion?”

“No one is dumb enough to sentence themselves to death by impersonating Reg.”

“I’m right here,” Regulus scowled.

“You just fucking giggled,” said Evan.

“Shut up,” he growled. Regulus shot them a glare that made them fidget from nervousness. 

Barty dropped it, surprisingly. “We’re about to go to dinner, you coming with us?”

Regulus sighed. “I’ll meet you there.”

They smiled and left the room. 

Regulus spelled his curtains shut and cast a silencing charm this time. He grabbed his pillow and screamed into it before dissolving into giggles. He put the pillow back and took a few breaths to regain his composure before heading to the Great Hall.

—

James swore he wasn’t stalking Regulus, maybe, but when he looked at the map and saw Regulus heading towards the Great Hall, James jumped up and nearly ran to intercept him. He didn’t know what he was going to do or say, but he would figure it out.

Turning the corner, he nearly tackled Regulus to the ground. The boys jumped back before either one could get hurt. Much to James’ delight, he noticed Regulus blush from his ears to his neck before he scowled.

“Do you ever pay attention?”

“To you, yes,” James smiled.

Regulus gaped and flushed a deeper red before he found his words. “You shouldn’t go through other people’s property.”

“Yes, well, it’s technically not yours but the library’s.”

Regulus raised his brow. “Why?”

“Why what?”

Regulus cleared his throat. “Why the notes?”

James hesitated. “Because… You never really talk to me— in fact, this is the longest conversation we’ve had. It felt like it was the only way I was going to talk with you.”

Regulus studied him carefully, visibly relaxing. “I’m not, I don’t.” He took a deep breath. “I’m not good at talking.”

“I know,” James smiled fondly. 

“Then why bother trying?”

“I want to get to know you, Reg.”

“But why?” he asked softly.

Forget wooing, James would just tell him. Maybe not that he was in love, but that he had feelings.

“I like you. As in, I fancy you and want to date you.”

Regulus stared at him with wide eyes. When he still hadn’t responded, James began to get nervous.

“I-I mean of course, if that’s something you’d like. I probably shouldn’t have sprung this on you since you don’t like talking about feelings or feelings in general. But I like you and I was planning on wooing you but then I thought it would be better to just tell you but you probably don’t like me back and I should’ve stuck with wooin–”

James’ rambling was cut off. Because Regulus Black kissed him. He was kissing Regulus Black. In the hall where anyone could walk by and see them. 

He was kissing Regulus.

“I’m not good at talking.” Regulus looked at James. Green and grey on hazel eyes. “But I can try to show you.”

“I’ll take anything and everything you have to give me.”

“It’s not very much, James.”

“It’s everything to me.”

“Even the little notes?”

“Even the little notes.”

James took Regulus to the kitchen for their first unofficial date. It might have taken them longer than necessary because James kept stopping to kiss Regulus.

[siriuslygay1981]

Barty shifted to the side, his heart beating rapidly. He felt shaky and like he might throw up. Clearing his throat he let his eyes jump to where Evan sat next to him casually.

He looked fucking beautiful,like always. His blonde hair was ruffled by the wind, his face slightly flushed. Barty watched with no little amount of affection as Evan closed his eyes and smiled.

"I love you." The words were out of his mouth before the words even formed in his mind.

The leafs around them rustled, the wind pushing against them. Bartys mouth open and closed, his stomach forming a black pit.

Fuck.

"uh.." Evan said awkwardly

"oh-" it felt like the word was punched out of him. Breathless and full of pain.

"yea...no YEA i-i was just- mm I'm going to..."

His limbs felt weird, his whole body felt out of place, his cheeks were warm with embarrassment. He cursed himself out mentally as he scrambled up and ran to the castle with a crumpling face and a breaking heart.

He didn't hear the faint call of his name too busy berating himself, he wiped at his face angrily and forced himself to keep going.

Way to go, ruin another friendship you idiot

__

Evan sat at the lake dumbfounded.

What the fuck.

He stared at the spot where Barty bolted from, his eyebrows pinched together. His heart thudding against his chest wildly, he pushed his hair out of his face as he tried to process everything that just happened.

What the fuck.

Part two

[evanzrosier]

☆ ☆ ☆ rosekiller one-shot ☆ ☆ ☆

One evening, Barty finally spoke. He had been discussing the possibilities in his head for ages.

"Evan," he began, his voice hesitant. Evan glanced at him, arching a brow. "You're being dramatic again. Spit it out."

"I think I love you," Barty said, the words hanging in the air between them. Evan was silent for a long moment, his gaze fixed on the stars above. When he finally spoke, his tone was measured but kind.

"I know," Evan said simply.

Barty's heart clenched. "And?"

Evan went silent again. He tapped his fingers against his own thighs, contemplating the word that had started to take root in his mind a while ago: asexual. It fit, like a key turning in a lock. But saying it aloud? That was something else entirely. He knew he could trust Barty, but to come out with the truth right now? Evan exhaled sharply, his chest tight with a feeling he couldn’t quite name, though he’d tried. For years, he’d thought himself incapable of romantic love. He didn’t feel the pull others described, the longing for touch or intimacy that seemed to drive them. Yet here he was.

It wasn’t desire, Evan realized a while ago, but something deeper. He loved Barty, not in the way most people meant when they spoke of love, but in a way that was no less real. He loved the way Barty made him feel alive, the way their arguments felt like a game only they understood, the way Barty trusted him without question.

And it terrified him. Because what did he have to offer? He could give Barty loyalty, protection, a bond that would never break. But he couldn’t give him what the world expected love to be. Evan leaned back, his gaze steady.

"And... i can't give you what you want, Barty," he finally said, turning to face him. "Not because I don't love you, I do. More than anyone else in this damn world. But i don't feel the same way about you."

"Not the same way? You just said you love me..." Barty said confused. Evan smiled sadly, "yeah..."

"I don't understand," he said.

"Barty..." Evan said quietly, cutting through the stream of complaints.

“What?”

Evan took a slow breath, his hands shaking. He had rehearsed this moment a dozen times, but now, with Barty next to him, his sharp eyes filled with that rare flicker of concern, the words caught in his throat. Only moments ago Barty told him he loved him.

“I need to tell you something,” Evan began, his voice steady but low. “Something about me.”

Barty tilted his head slightly, the tension in his posture softening. “Alright. Go on.”

Evan hesitated, then pushed forward. “I’ve never... felt the way other people do. About romance. About... desire.” He glanced away, his gaze fixed on the distant. “I don’t want those things. Not with anyone.”

For a moment, there was only silence. Then Barty moved closer, his expression unreadable. “But you just told me...”

"I know, but it's not the same. I'm asexual, barty. My feelings are... different than yours," Evan cut in.

"So... that’s it?” Barty asked, his tone calm but thoughtful. Evan’s chest tightened. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Barty said, gesturing slightly, “that’s your big revelation? You’re asexual. You don’t feel that way about people.” He shrugged. “Alright.” Evan blinked, his composure slipping into confusion. “That’s it?”

Barty leaned forward again, his eyes locking onto Evan’s with an intensity that could have melted stone. “Evan, I love you. Not because I expect anything from you, not because I’m waiting for something to change. I love you. The way you think, the way you carry yourself, the way you make me feel like I’m not completely alone in this mess of a world. That’s enough for me.”

Evan opened his mouth to speak, but Barty cut him off.

“Listen to me,” Barty said firmly, his voice steady. “I love you, and you told me you love me too, right? We’ll make it work. However we need to, whatever that looks like. I don’t care about what other people think love is supposed to be. What I care about is you, and the fact that I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

Evan stared at him, the weight of Barty’s words sinking in. He had always assumed his truth would be a burden, a barrier. But here was Barty, looking at him with nothing but certainty in his eyes. “You mean that,” Evan said quietly, more a statement than a question.

“Of course I mean it,” Barty replied, his lips curling into a rare, soft smile. “When have you ever known me to lie to you?” A rare warmth spread through Evan’s chest, and for the first time in a long while, he felt something close to peace. For the first time, he felt a weight lift, like he could finally breathe. “Thank you,” he said, his voice steady.

“Don’t thank me. Just... stick around, alright? That’s all I need.”

Evan gave him a small, genuine smile. “I think I can do that.” Evan hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts. “I’m not comfortable with... anything physical beyond a certain point. Kissing is fine, but beyond that, I just don’t feel it. I don’t want to feel pressured into something I can’t give.”

Barty listened intently, his sharp eyes softening. “Okay,” he said simply. Evan blinked. “Okay?”

“Yes, okay,” Barty repeated, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You think I’m going to argue with you about that? I told you, Evan, I love you. Not because of what we can or can’t do, but because you’re you. That’s all that matters to me.” Evan felt a warmth spread through his chest, a rare but welcome feeling.

“You make it sound so simple.”

“It is simple,” Barty said, leaning forward. “I’ll follow your lead. If kissing’s on the table, great. If you change your mind about anything, we’ll talk. And if you don’t, that’s fine too. We’ll figure it out as we go.”

Evan gave him a small, grateful smile. “You’re surprisingly reasonable about this.” Barty chuckled, leaning back again.

“Don’t get used to it. You’re the only one who gets this version of me.”

They sat in silence for a moment before Barty glanced at him again, a mischievous glint in his eye. “So, about this kissing thing...” Evan rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the faint smirk that crossed his lips. “Don’t push your luck, Crouch.” Barty laughed, the sound filling the room like a spark of light in the shadows.

And as they sat together, the unspoken understanding between them grew stronger. Proof that love didn’t have to follow anyone else’s rules to be real. He had proven that love didn’t have to fit into neat little boxes to be real. It was strange, this feeling of being seen, wholly and without compromise. Barty didn’t just tolerate his asexuality, he accepted it as part of who Evan was, without question. It was freeing, almost disarming, to have someone who cared so deeply and expected nothing Evan couldn’t give.

[vun3r4b13xwrites]

‘The squaffice’, a marauders office au

Here is the intro to my series of oneshots. you don’t have to read them in order because it’s not exactly a linear storyline but read this before you go any further.

James ‘Boss man’ Potter ~ regional Manager and newly elected boss after regulus found himself ‘at a higher level’ to do it himself, Sirius turned it down, obviously.

This is the second proper job he’s had after his career as a a shopkeeper in south London in his desi-family owned off license corner shop, in which he was often referred to as ‘boss man’ which highly boosted his ego.

• Loud, confident, and forever distracted by trying to charm Lily Evans (don’t worry Jegulus fans, your time will come ;))

• His “work” consists mostly of organizing friendly office football matches and brainstorming business fundraisers with Sirius Black.

• Ends every team meeting with: “Good work, team! Also, if anyone wants a lift I have a four seater”…

Lily Evans ~ receptionist and sales rep also office plant mum who only ever gets the bus… She passes calls through and is great at dealing with prank callers for peter.

• Hyper-organized, the glue holding the office together.

• Rolling her eyes at James is her cardio. Secretly, she’s kind of charmed by his persistence but plays hard to get.

• Frequently breaks up fights between Barty and Evan

Sirius ‘padfoot’ Black ~ Receptionist who had the chance to be boss. Given the nickname padfoot after complaints of black grubby dog-like fingerprints on a few cheques.

• Self-appointed “coolest person in the office.” Spends more time twirling in his chair or gossiping with Pandora Lovegood than actually answering calls.

• Known for loudly announcing people’s arrival with dramatic flair.

• Has an ongoing tally of how many pranks he and James have pulled on Snape (the IT guy).

Remus ‘MooDy’ Lupin ~ HR Manager, nicknamed moody because of his chronic fatigue syndrome that makes him exceptionally grumpy . His caffeine addiction caused insomnia which is NOT a great mix. His mobility issues caused by this resulted in Sirius begging regulus to buy an office elavator but he said it was for ‘visitors’ because they are on the 8th floor. Remus said he didn’t have to do that, but Sirius wanted to. He was very greatful.

• The tired, overqualified guy who’s always cleaning up everyone’s messes.

• Quietly enjoys the chaos but will threaten to “fire everyone” when things get too wild.

• Secretly keeps snacks in his drawer for when Pandora Lovegood shows up with questionable coffee.

* has a coffee addiction

Peter ‘perpetually-emotional’ Pettigrew ~Call Handler. far to good at people pleasing and is way too nice in customer service. watched 'the wolf of wall street' one too many times and decided to go for the job.

• Stressed. Always stressed. He’s the one fielding angry calls from clients while the rest of the office wreaks havoc.

• Has a love-hate relationship with Sirius for putting him on hold just to piss people off.

• sometimes joins in pranks, but always claims innocence when they’re discovered.

Pandora Lovegood love-food ~ Coffee Delivery Intern. Finds joy in bringing other people the least ordered and most unusual things off the local bakery menu. everyone plays it safe and only asks for a black coffee, which of course, she more than provides.

• Ethereal and sweet, she delivers coffee and weird, unsolicited advice (“The printer works better if you hum to it”).

• Nobody knows if she actually works for the blacks or if she just shows up with drinks and snacks.

• Once replaced the office coffee with a herbal “energy tonic” that made everyone overly honest for a day.

Evan Rosier & Barty Crouch Jr. ~ salesmen and Marketing Duo. to them, everything is a two man job; paper from the printer, presentations. they made a 'jingle' for the company.

• pranksters who spend more time sabotaging each other than doing actual work.

• Barty keeps switching Evan’s PowerPoint presentations to cat memes.

• Strangely productive when they work together, which they’ll deny at all costs.

Severus Snape ~ IT Guy

• Lives in the server room to avoid everyone.

• unwillingly fixes James and Sirius’s computers when they “accidentally” download virus software.

• Secretly has a soft spot for Lily but refuses to admit it.

• “Have you tried turning it off and on again?”

Dorcas Meadowes ~ Legal Advisor and CEO. Very on top of the workload and NEVER passes a deadline. She’s just sick of everyone and takes this job WAY to seriously.

• The sharp, no-nonsense lawyer of the office who somehow manages to keep everyone out of lawsuits despite the chaos.

• Known for her deadpan humor and ability to outwit James and Sirius during brainstorming sessions.

• Has a soft spot for Remus, often sneaking him extra coffee when the pranks go too far.

•. “I’m not bailing you out again. Unless it’s hilarious.”

Regulus Black ~ Head finance organiser and corporate manager. Sirius’s younger brother, but the complete opposite in demeanor: quiet, serious, and always impeccably dressed in the best designer suits. For some reason I think he might have a Birkin.

• His spreadsheets are a work of art, but he spends most of his time glaring at Sirius for sneaking into his office to “borrow” paperclips.

• Secretly competitive with his brother and subtly tries to one-up him in office-wide challenges.

• Has an unlikely alliance with Lily, who respects his professionalism.

Marlene McKinnon ~ Head of quality control (and party planning) the angry lesbian who was put in charge of online security because of her terrible anger issues that made her extremely intimidating (but also her unusually amazing ability to cyberbully)

• The unofficial referee of office drama.

• Once organized an office karaoke night that devolved into chaos when Sirius refused to give up the microphone.

• Has a low tolerance for nonsense from Barty and Evan and will “accidentally” lock them in the supply closet for peace and quiet.

• Has a dartboard with a picture of Barty and Evan for stress relief.

Mary Macdonald ~ Communications Manager and accountant. the chattiest person in the office, often caught up gossiping with Sirius. Everyone relies on her to speak for them.

Often drags Lily into her schemes to help her and Marlene decorate the office for holidays or coordinate surprise parties.

• Secretly loves the drama between James and Lily and occasionally encourages James just to see Lily blush.

• A mediator during office spats, she’s always quick to defuse tension with humor.

I am taking requests and dms if you want anymore details or explanations but I am mainly working on some oneshots so pls tell me what to write 🙏🙏🥲

[mairon-goth-minion]

Harry was lying in his bed, and he couldn’t sleep. He didn’t know why, but he couldn’t. Maybe it was that the Tournament scared the shit out of him. He didn’t know.

With a sigh, he jumped out of bed. He needed to take a walk. He wasn’t supposed to, but he didn’t really care.

He grabbed his cloak and pushed open the door of the common room.

The halls were empty, but that didn’t really surprise him. It should be empty.

After some time aimlessly wandering, he decided to head back, when he suddenly heard a noise. More of a voice, actually.

Who could it be? Another student who couldn’t sleep? Fred or George preparing yet another prank? A teacher? Peeves?

He was in a part of the castle that he wasn’t extremely familiar with and he was tired, yet his curiosity got the best of him.

However, as Harry arrived to the place he thought he’d heard the voice, in a dark hallway, there was no one. Just an open window.

As he turned around to leave, wondering if he’d lost his mind, he heard the voice again, a whisper followed by a sob. It was coming from the window.

Harry was now too intrigued to back down, and climbed out of the window, making sure that his cloak wouldn’t fly away in the wind.

As he stepped onto the roof, he nearly gasped out loud. There was the smallest of balconies just a little but below with a slumped figure lying down, but that wasn’t what had surprised him. It was the view.

From here, he could see all of Hogwarts, with its moonlit rooftops, the tall spires reaching to the sky, the lake, far ahead, looking like an endless void of darkness, the trees of a far-below courtyard swaying in the breeze, and a scent which he couldn’t quite place in the air.

He looked down at the figure below. It was a man who seemed oddly familiar yet who he couldn’t quite place. In the moonlight, Harry could make out brown hair with a greenish tint to it, but what was striking was the tears streaming down what must have been a handsome face long ago, now hollow and devastated by grief.

“Ev, Ev, Ev, I miss you. I’m so sorry. Ev. Please be here. Please.”

The man was strangled by another sob. Harry had no idea who he was or who he was talking to, but he felt a twinge of pain in his chest. Whoever this was, they should be left alone.

But, as Harry climbed back through the window, he slipped and a loose tile crashed down onto the balcony.

whoops

“Evan? My Rose, is that you?”

His heart racing, Harry did his best to keep quiet. If he was found here, the man was sure to get angry. At least a minute passed before Harry heard a quiet laugh.

“Merlin, I’m an idiot. You aren’t here. I’ll never see you again. You’re dead, and I’m an idiot who can’t let go.” Another sob.

*** Professor Moody -no, not Professor Moody, the impostor- was transforming.

Harry gasped. The man! The man he’d seen on the balcony and in the Pensieve! The Pensieve, that’s where he’d seen him. And he was here now.

Harry did his best to make his memory work.

The Pensieve… Barty Crouch… Calling out to “Evan”…“My Rose”…

Harry suddenly remembered another name from the scene at the trial. Evan Rosier. Killed. Moody saying he’d fought him. Now, Moody imprisoned in a trunk by the man who’d called out to Evan Rosier, while crying, in the middle of the night.

Things seemed to make sense just a little bit more. They were death eaters, Rosier and Crouch, and friends. Or maybe, given the way Crouch had spoken, more than friends.

Harry wasn’t sure what to feel. Anger for the man who’d tried to kill him? Pity for lovers separated by death?

He didn’t know. And he probably never would.

[accio-sriracha]

"Barty-"

It was nothing but a whisper. Lost to wind and hopelessness of war.

But Barty heard it, he'd never been more in-tune with anything than he was with Evan.

"Evan!" He turned, aurors had surrounded them.

It wasn't fair- it wasn't fair- it wasn't fair-

Barty had just managed to be released from the imperious curse his father had placed on him. He'd just managed to get his own free will back.

It had only been a day...

He'd found Evan right away, sobbing, heavy winter coat slung over his shoulders despite the blistering heat.

He showed Barty his arm.

And there it was.

Barty felt his world collapse. He should have known they would come to this eventually. The world would fight them until they broke. The world would control them and force them to play the parts they were meant to play.

And they would always lose. Broken beyond repair.

Barty had nothing to say, he had nothing more to give. So he held Evan, he held him until they could pretend they were young again, like the war was still manageable, like they could still forget and lose themselves in each other's embrace.

But then Moody took Evan away from him.

And Barty... he could never forget that.

Not for a second.

Not as he rotted in Azkaban for years.

Not as Sirius Black sulked beside him for a crime he didn't commit.

They had been forced. Blamed. Tortured into sumbission. Barty, Sirius, and Evan would never forget the crimes thrust upon them.

They had been used.

And Barty could still feel it sometimes, the hope when he hears his name, low and whispered, wishing desperately for it to be Evan.

It never is.

It's never real.

Was any of it real?

Barty feels like he's losing himself.

Maybe he is.

But he holds onto the memory of their last embrace, he holds onto it until the demontors having nothing left to take from him.

When Barty faces them one last time. He doesn't have his own soul for them to kiss away.

He has Evan's.

Barty's soul had never belonged to him. It would always belong to his first and only true love.

So when they took that part of him, when they took Evan's soul from Barty's body.

The world collapsed for the final time.

And Barty would die with Evan's name as a whisper on his lips.

Lost to the wind.

Lost to the hopelessness of war.

[adh-james-version]

PLEASE READ MY FIRST AO3 ONESHOT!!

Body Count by theslytherin Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Relationships: Regulus Black/James Potter, Barty Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier

Summary: Barty and Regulus have a bet. Pandora is tired of them. James is Hot. Evan is the hottest.

[kittykatkatelol]

Seventeen ~ Oneshot ~ Rosekiller

@rosekillermicrofic

"Evan, please- we don't have to do this, not yet." Barty looked up at Evan with pleading eyes.

"B, listen to me, it's not going to get any better, so why not make sure we are the ones still standing."

"Evan.. As much as I want to, this isn't the way. Ev, can't we just be seventeen? It's our final year, I want to be with you and enjoy it. Next year-"

"We won't have a fucking next year if this all keeps up!" Evan yelled, instant regret filling him as he sees Barty flinch. "B, you have to listen to me. This is the only way. We'll join with Reggie. We don't have to die like cowards, we could actually fight. We still have a chance to live." Evan tries again, more calmly this time, holding out his hand to Barty.

"We can still be together, B. Please."

It felt like an hour of silence when it was probably just a minute or two before Barty took Evan's hand. "Your love's too good to lose. Let's go find Reg, get this shitshow started." Barty sounded resigned, but smiled regardless as Evan pulled him close into his arms.

"Maybe we can be seventeen again after this war is over.. have the childhood we both should have had."

"I'd like that." Barty replied as they slowly pulled away from each other and started to head towards the Slytherin Common Room to find Regulus.

~

[Word count: 242]

[A/N: yes this was inspired by Seventeen from Heathers :3 ]

[kittykatkatelol2]

A Father's Day Special~ (Drarry, Wolfstar, Rosekiller, and Jegulus oneshots)

Total: 4 Oneshots/Microfics. Total Word count: 1476

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Drarry Oneshot~

"Daddy! Papa! WAKE UP!!"

Harry opened his eyes to see his sweet little boy, Scorpius, sitting on top of him in bed, with the biggest of happy smiles.

Harry looked over at his barely awake husband, who was trying to keep his eyes open, but otherwise looked lovingly over at his son.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Draco mumbled tiredly to Scorpius and then looking over at Harry and mumbling, "Good morning to you too, love,"

Draco looked as though he was about to go back to sleep when, Scorpius shouted,

"HAPPY DAD DAY, DAD AND PAPA!!"

His voice was happy and excited, it was adorable really.

"Thank you, Scorpius," Harry said with a small chuckle, sitting up in bed.

"I made breakfast!!" Scorpius says happily, grabbing Harry's hand and trying to drag him out of bed, and then doing the same for Draco.

"COME ON ITS GONNA GET COLD"

Harry smiled and shrugged at Draco who was already up, and still looked tired as hell, but was smiling warmly at Scorpius; Harry too got up and followed Scorpius downstairs, Draco at his heel.

The table was messy, it looked like food and juice were spilled on it and very poorly cleaned up. There were two plates, each with very burnt looking pieces of toast on it. There were also two glasses of milk, and a little of one's looked like a little had overflowed.

Scorpius was smiling proudly as his dads.

He had put a lot of work in this breakfast.

Harry and Draco smiled at Scorpius. They would eat straight up poison if it meant their son would smile.

"Thank you, Scorpy. It looks delicious."

"Yeah, it looks really yummy."

The two took their seats at the table, and started eating their mostly inedible food. They just smiled and acted like this was the most delicious food.

By the time they had finished eating, Scorpius somehow looked even happier.

"Soo now we can go to the park, and maybe get some ice cream, OOO AND THEN WE CAN-"

The two dads grinned at their son and Draco said, "We'll see, why don't you go upstairs and get dressed?"

Scorpius quickly nodded and basically ran upstairs from excitement.

"Happy Father's Day, love."

Happy Father's Day, Dray."

[Word count: 352]

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Wolfstar Oneshot~

"Good morning, Moony, Happy Father's day."

"Good morning, love. Is Harry awake?"

"Nah, mini-prongs is still sound asleep."

Remus still couldn't believe this was his and Sirius's first father's day as dads. And frankly, neither could Sirius.

Remus sat up in bed, looking at his husband as Sirius spoke again.

"I made some breakfast, and we are probably going to just chill with the child for most the day, unless you got plans?"

"Just hanging out with you and Harry sounds great to me."

"Sweet."

Remus got out of bed and followed Sirius out of the room, pausing a minute to check on baby Harry.

"First time in a long time we've been able to sleep that long without screamin."

"Truth."

The two went down stairs, a lovely breakfast had been made for the both of them. Eggs and bacon, with a small side of toast. It smelled wonderful.

"Thank you, Pads."

"Anything for my Moony. And Harry."

Remus sat down and was just about to start eating when crying could be heard from across the hall.

"I'll get him."

Remus quickly got up and went to Harry's room, scooping up the crying child in his arms and cooing to him and gently cradling him in his arms, hoping to calm the fussing child.

It took around ten minutes to get little Harry to calm down, and he was not going back to sleep at the moment, so Remus brought Harry with him back to the dining room, so they both could eat some.

"Hey, look who it is, finally up from his nap. I'll feed Harry, you eat. I've already eaten."

Remus nods and carefully passed baby Harry to Sirius, who then carefully holds him while grabbing the bottle of milk from the fridge.

"You sure you don't need any help?"

"Nah, I got it."

Remus nods and takes a bite of the eggs, it was as delicious as it smelled, if not more so.

The three spend awhile in the dining room, talking, eating, feeding. Everyone was in a good mood.

After around an hour, and everyone was fed, Sirius says,

"If you hold lil Harry, I'll go grab somethin."

Remus takes Harry from Sirius, raising his eyebrow at Sirius's words.

But before he can question, Sirius had left the room and went upstairs to their bedroom.

Sirius comes back a few minutes later with a small gift box and switches with Remus. Sirius taking Harry, and Remus taking the gift box.

"You didn't have to-"

"I know, but I did, because I love you."

Remus opens the box.

It was a clay mold of Harry's small hands.

Remus smiles at Sirius, he loved it.

"Thank you Sirius, I love it."

"Anything for my Moony. Happy Father's day, Moons."

[Word count: 428]

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Rosekiller Oneshot~

"Barty, you know it's father's day, right?"

"I am aware."

"So uh could you I don't know put the bloody knife down and help me with Rosie??"

Barty merely chuckles and puts his knife down.

"Oh alright, where's the little gremlin?"

"Thank god- she is in her room terrorizing the cat."

"So?"

"SHE'S TERRORIZING OUR CAT BARTY DO YOU NOT SEE THE ISSUE-"

"Alright alright, no need to yell at me, Evan, my ears work just fine." Barty says with a laugh, giving Evan a small peck on the cheek.

"She wants you, you know. Not me."

That made Barty stop for a moment, and smile a little, a real genuine smile.

"Okay, Ev, I am sorry, let's go spend the day with our little Rose." Barty says, hoping that that was enough of an apology.

"Its fine, let's just go."

They left the room and went into their daughter's room, to find Rosie chasing their cat.

"Rosie, hey, come here, leave Reggie alone."

The girl stops chasing the poor cat and looks up at Barty. She runs to him and Barty lifts her into his arms.

"Daddy!"

"Hey Rosie." Barty says, his voice soft and sweet towards his daughter.

Rosie is hugging her dad tightly.

"Luv you daddy," Rosie whispers sweetly to Barty as she gets comfortable in his arms.

"Wish she was like this with me-"

"She is, Ev, you're just a little jealous that I have her attention right now and not you," Barty says with a laugh.

"Its moments like these that make me really happy, B. Really happy I am your husband, happy that I am able to raise Rosie along side you. Just really happy."

"You are so corny, Ev. So corny. But I guess I feel the same."

They stand in silence, looking at Rosie with so much love. More love than they had ever felt, except for each other.

"Happy Father's Day, B?"

"Happy Father's Day, Ev."

The continue to stand in silence for awhile, just enjoying each other's company. Rosie was already falling asleep.

"How are we such cold hearted killers, and torturers, and thieves, but have such a sweet kid and are actually loving to her."

"No fucking clue," Barty says with a chuckle.

"Language."

"Screw you."

They peck each other on the lips, careful not to wake Rosie up.

"Love you, B."

"Love you too."

[Word count: 364]

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Jegulus Oneshot~

"Oh my god he's crying again," Regulus groaned as he listen to baby Harry's cries.

"I'll get him," James mumbles sleepily.

"No, I will, you sleep," Regulus whispers to James, giving him a small kiss on his forehead before getting out of bed.

James didn't protest and went right back to sleep.

"This is already a 'great' father's day. I am awake at two in the morning, with little to no sleep, with a child who refuses to sleep," Regulus grumbles to himself as he walks into Harry's room.

He gently grabs the crying baby from his crib and rocks him back and forth in his arms.

"Shh.. shh, baby, it's alright, papa is right here.." Regulus coos quietly to Harry.

Regulus sits in the cozy rocking chair that is usually used for reading and just rocks Harry back and forth, cooing to him, and cuddling with the child; trying to get him back to sleep.

It takes over an hour for Harry to stop crying his eyes out.

And when he does stop crying, he is latched on tight to Regulus, and Regulus doesn't have the heart to pry Harry off of him.

So they just rock back and forth for hours, until morning.

Harry sleeps for the rest of the night.

James comes into the nursery after waking up around six, and noticing Regulus wasn't in bed with him.

"Aren't you two just precious.." James whispers as he sees Regulus holding their sleeping baby.

"God I'm tired, James. This is only our first father's day, how the hell are we ever going to survive eighteen years?" Regulus asks in a whisper, as to not wake Harry.

"Well I am sure Harry won't always be a tiny baby, screaming his head off every five seconds, Reggie."

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts Reggie. We'll get through this, and you are such a great dad to him, we can do this. Happy Father's Day, Reggie."

"Happy Father's Day-"

Before Regulus can finish, Harry wakes up and starts to cry again.

"This is going to be a long day, ain't it?"

"Yeah, but we'll manage."

[Word count: 332]

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[A/N: I hope you enjoyed this father's day special type thing ! I worked very hard on it. Happy Dad day to all dad's out there !]

[asmo-d3us]

the voices in my head are telling me to make a oneshot about rosekiller with the song “The Diner - Billie Eilish” because of course i need to make a oneshot about barty being a fucking stalker and evan repeatedly calling the cops even though he doesn’t want to but barty is just fucking insane and killed his father, and now he won’t leave evan alone no matter what and he tries to hold himself back but he’s so close to breaking down and just tackling barty with his love. and he visits him in jail, and barty knows that evan is weak for him, he knows very well.

yet at the same time, evan knows their relationship was fucking toxic, but this love is the type of love that you couldn’t find anywhere else. this love used to be so wholesome, so sweet and kind and vanilla, even, but after regulus’ suicide and dorcas’ murder, something must’ve flickered in barty’s brain because the relationship became toxic (not to mention he became a murderer). but for some reason, evan fucking loved it. the blood, the biting, the degradation, shit even the hitting during sex. he wants it. he wants it back, and he fucking HATES that he doesn’t know which barty he wants back the most.

god, maybe evan’s insane too.

[lilyofthevalleyys]

okok so we’ve had many different rosekiller aus but not nearly enough so anyway, I’ve written a fic :D

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Barty invites Evan to his game. It doesn’t go like Evan expected, but he’s not complaining. Oh and he wears Barty’s jersey.

You can read Oh (The thorns of a rose) on ao3 :D