#rosekiller x you

[ellecdc]

rosekiller & their 'platonic' girlfriend

rosekiller x 'platonic' girlfriend!reader when they find out it's not exactly platonic

CW: Evan & Barty threaten someone's life, Barty says he's in love and will die a lot

A/N: ........ I'm finally trying Evan out guysssss 😮‍💨🫣, prompt based off of this post and this post

click here for part two

“Wow.” Sirius called as he looked you up and down salaciously in a way you knew was solely for the purpose of riling Barty up. “I almost didn’t recognise you without your third, L/N.” 

You were wholly incapable of biting back a scoff and an eye roll as you used your arm to stop Barty from approaching the troublesome Black. “I am the third, Black.” 

And of course where there was Sirius Black, one could be certain that James Potter wasn’t far behind him. “Not with the way you walk those two like dogs.” He called as he sidled up beside Sirius with a cocky grin. 

“It’s not like that- Salazar’s saggy balls, why am I explaining myself to you rotten dugbogs?” You grumbled as you grabbed Barty by the arm and continued the way you had been going before the interruption. 

“It could be like that you know?” Barty flirted, earning him a smack in the arm. 

“Sod off.”

You had found friendship in Barty and Evan after the two of them had already started dating.

Were they flirty with you? Sure.

Did the three of you spend a lot of time together? Yes.

Did you have some…fun from time to time? Absolutely. 

But you weren’t together; at least not in the way that everyone seemed to suggest. 

“Where are we going now?” Barty asked happily as he allowed you to guide him through the castle.

“We’re looking for your boyfriend; he promised to lend me that book he was telling me about.”

Barty barely had time to make a hum of acknowledgment before the two of you turned a corner to the sight of Evan Rosier.

Evan Rosier….who was currently holding a poor Ravenclaw bloke up against the wall by the collar of his uniform shirt. 

“Oh yay! We’re fighting!” Barty called happily as he all but skipped towards his boyfriend. 

“Rosier! What are you doing!?” You hissed as you tried to catch up to Barty’s longer strides. 

“Yeah Rosey! Why are we killing Fenwick today!?” Barty asked enthusiastically. 

You watched as Evan’s jaw twitched before he answered. “Heard him talking about shagging L/N at the Hufflepuff party tonight.”

Barty made an understanding hum as if saying ‘fair enough’ which you did not understand nor find ‘fair enough’ at all, whilst poor Fenwick seemed to swallow nervously. 

“So what?” You asked then, causing all three boys to look at you bemusedly. 

“What do you mean so what!?” Barty asked you incredulously.

“Well…” You started, really not understanding what the sodding hang up here was. “We’re not together?” You stated in the form of a question as you gestured between you, Evan, and Barty.

Evan stood there staring at you with furrowed brows for approximately half a minute (still with Fenwick pinned against the wall, mind you) before a brief look of understanding crossed his face. 

“Circe’s fucking tits.” He breathed out disbelievingly before turning to look at Barty “We’re in love with her.” 

A confused sound was caught in your throat as Barty threw his hands up in exasperation. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you lot, but no one ever listens to Barty!” 

“Last week you fucking told me you were in love with inventor of bellbottom jeans, Junior, how the hells am I supposed to know when you actually mean it?” Evan hissed back at him.

“I literally told you that I would die if anything ever happened to Treasure, how in the fuck is that platonic?!”

“You told me you were going to die when Laurie and Jo didn’t end up together!” Evan shouted back. 

Barty’s face turned severe as he leveled Evan with a look. “How dare you bring that up right now; you know I’m still grieving.”

“For the love of Merlin- Rosier! Put Fenwick down.” You barked at him, surprising both boys from their argument and alerting them to the fact that they were still holding their classmate hostage.

Evan turned back towards the bloke and muttered a threatening “Stay the fuck away from her, got it?” as Fenwick nodded quickly and all but sprinted the opposite way down the hall once Evan finally released his grip. 

Barty let out a pleased breath as he clapped his hands together excitedly. “Well! What do we do now?”

Evan stalked over and grabbed your hand, surprising you with the tenderness of the touch coming from someone who still looked so murderous.

He slowly bent down and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead before he was leading you by the hand towards the Great Hall.

“We’re going to go and make sure the rest of the sodding school knows she’s ours too.” 

You felt your cheeks heat up not entirely unpleasantly as you listened to the sound of Barty cackle happily from where he was trailing behind you.

[macaulaytwins]

a loose part 2 to the “Sirius Black killed James Potter” nonsense of 1981

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Rosekiller murder husbands fic but they are both hired hitmans on a date hired to kill each other.

they fall inlove obviously and bla bla bla

But the plot twist (not really) is that they were both tasked by their unknowingly share boss, Regulus Black who think they will either kill each other or date the shit out of each other

either way they will get off his back

bonus for side starchaser

[del-stars]

rosekiller have one of those dates where you paint each other except when evan's not looking barty cuts his palm and does it with his blood. evan meanwhile draws barty's face but no skin just the muscle layer and it's shockingly anatomically correct. they both think this is the most romantic thing in the world

[bombyxluna]

Rosekiller

[yourgalgremlin]

Barty Crouch Jr in the back of potions class:

Evan: Shh, his inner demons are having enrichment time in their enclosure ☠️💘

[a-great-tragedy]

Listen, you can’t be partners in crime and also be just “Best Friends”cause there is nothing more gay than planning murder

[veethebeequeen]

Rosekiller Headcanons

Evan crushed on Barty for months before Barty realized he liked Evan as well but didn't say anything to Evan because he was convinced that Evan would never like him back.

Evan never told Pandora that he liked Barty she just knew. And Barty told Regulus but made him swear not to tell Evan, and would make Regulus sit and listen to him talk about how much he liked Evan for hours.

Evan then thought that Barty liked Regulus and was crushed and cried to Pandora and Dorcus for hours. He started to distance himself from the two and spent more time with Dorcus, Marlene, Pandora and Lily.

Over all those late night talks about Regulus finally convinces Barty to ask Evan to hogsmead together.

Evan doesn't realize that this outing is a date until the very end of it and then gets extremely excited and almost tackles Barty to the ground in a hug.

Evan is the only one Barty lets call him Bee

People think Barty is the crazier one of the duo but he's not, Evan is the crazier one but is better at hiding it so whenever it comes out often takes people back.

Barty joins the death eaters because of Evan, his father gave him no choice and Barty refused to let him go through that alone.

[alixmarauders]

KINKTOBER 2024

Hey! This is my first time joining this challenge, so I’m asking you, once again, to be kind 💓

Anyways, here’s the prompts, I may change something along the way but I think that you can already have a rough idea.

If you want to be tagged on them, comment this post and I will tag you 🩷 sending lots of kisses mwuah

Day 1: oral (fem receiving) | James Potter x fem! reader

Day 2: food play | wolfstar x fem! reader

Day 3: multiple orgasms | poly!marauders + Lily x fem! reader

Day 4: wax play | rosekiller x fem! reader

Day 5: aftercare | poly! marauders + Lily x fem! reader

Day 6: sensory deprivation | Sirius Black x fem! reader

Day 7: daddy kink | Draco Malfoy x fem! reader

Day 8: first time | Regulus Black x fem! reader

Day 9: somnophilia | Jegulus x fem! reader

Day 10: choking | Barty Crouch Jr x fem! reader

Day 11: begging | Remus Lupin x fem! reader

Day 12: mirror play | Regulus Black x fem! reader

Day 13: overstimulation | Enzo Berkshire x fem! reader

Day 14: bet’s on | rosekiller x fem! reader

Day 15: sensation play | wolfstar x fem! reader

Day 16: knives play | rosekiller x fem! reader

Day 17: being ignored kink | Theodore Nott x fem! reader

Day 18: spanking | Remus Lupin x fem! reader

Day 19: dirty talk | Sirius Black x fem! reader

Day 20: lap dance | Mattheo Riddle x fem! reader

Day 21: fingering | Blaise Zabini x fem! reader

Day 22: magic | Tom Riddle x fem! reader

Day 23: praise kink | poly! marauders + Lily x fem! reader

Day 24: temperature play | Sirius Black x fem! reader

Day 25: squirting | Lorenzo Berkshire x fem! reader

Day 26: public tease | James Potter x fem! reader

Day 27: dirty talk | poly! marauders x fem! reader

Day 28: cockwarming | wolfstar x fem! reader

Day 29: orgasm denial | Jegulus x fem! reader

Day 30: bondage | Barty Crouch Jr x fem! reader

Day 31: mask | poly! marauders x fem! reader

[ellecdc]

request for a fic where reader is absolutely spoiled by her boys? (can be absolutely any pairing you like poly!marauders x reader, wolfstar, poly!moonwater x reader, Bartylus x reader…..literally anything)

the boys love to spoil her with gifts, breakfast in bed, shopping trips, outings etc, (not necessarily expensive, just doting), even if one of the boys is less inclined they're along for the ride, and perhaps somewhat exasperated by all the antics

…can you tell my love language is gift giving and receiving?

feel free to add more plot because the prompt is quite broad? but do whatever you want my love!

I trust you with my life <3

*tip-toes in* hiii there *side steps through the door* hellooo.... *awkwardly places this fic in front of you from your request back in March* thanks so much for your request (and patienceeee) - no but in all reality, I knew from the second I got this request that it had to be these two - I hope I did it justice!! xx

poly!rosekiller x fem!reader who they love to spoil [743 words]

CW: extravagant & expensive gift giving as a love language, reader tries to be mad at them about it (she fails, though)

“Not so fast!” You said instead of hello, fighting the snicker that threatened to undermine your severity as you watched Barty and Evan stop in their tracks like they’d been frozen on the spot. “What do you think you’re doing?”

The two boys shared a sideways glance before Evan slowly relaxed his stance. “Well-”

“You’re going to have to be more specific, Treasure.” Barty interrupted swiftly, giving off an air of faux nonchalance as he placed the shopping bags he had in his hands on the side of the bed and pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “What are we doing for dinner tonight? What are we doing about climate change? What are we doing with our lives? It’s too broad a question.” 

“Barty.” You scolded him. 

“Y/N.” He replied.

“Evan.” You tried instead.

“Yes, sugar?” He responded salaciously.

You closed your eyes and heaved a breath; they made it so difficult to be mad at them. “What did you two buy?”

Evan’s face spread into a cheshire cat smile. “Funny you should ask, darling.” And with a flourish, he and Barty unceremoniously dumped the bags out onto the bed leaving it covered in a menagerie of clothes, bags, perfumes, and what appeared to be boxes of jewellery. 

“But why?” You beseeched anxiously instead of saying thank you; feeling your face flush at the very loud and very expensive expression of appreciation now littering your bed. 

“Uhm, because we love you?” Barty answered as if that was somehow a trick question and he couldn’t believe it was actually that easy to answer.

“This is too much.” You responded.

“Says who?” Evan queried.

“Me.”

Barty snorted. “How’s it feel to be wrong, then?”

“Barty.”

“I don’t understand what the problem is!” He continued, raising his hands helplessly. “We have a lot of money, we have great taste, and we have you; ergo…” He said, finishing his statement by gesturing vaguely at the pile of gifts they’d purchased. 

“Great taste indeed.” Evan agreed as he held a dress up against you. “This colour looks great on you.”

“Ev, there is hardly any fabric on this dress.” You argued, causing his face to pinch in thought.

“Hm, you’re right. Okay, we can return that one if you don’t like it.” He said before shoving the dress back into one of the various bags. 

You let your eyes trace the rest of the garments littering your bed wondering if you might be able to convince them to return the rest of it too.

“No, we cannot return it all. Don’t be rude, babydoll.” Evan reprimanded, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head and chidingly patting you on the arse.

“Do you like this one, Tres? I picked it because I thought it’d bring out your eyes.” Barty asked then, holding up an outfit with no shortage of excitement in his eyes that finally forced a smile from you. 

“It’s very nice, Bee; thank you.” You relented, running your fingers along the fabric up to the price tag, only to have it yanked from your grasp before you could see how much it cost.

“Perfect.” He said quickly, pulling the tag from the garment and shoving it into his pocket. “You can wear this one tonight; we have reservations at the new restaurant downtown at 8:30!”

Silence returned to the room once they both left and you let out a slow breath, shaking your head in fondness as you looked at the many gifts they’d splurged on for you. 

There wasn’t even any reason, which always somehow made it feel that much more special; they didn’t go out shopping because it was your birthday or a holiday; they simply went shopping because they were thinking of you, saw things you might like, and bought it just because they could. 

You were a lucky girl, and you’d go so far as to call yourself spoiled, which you were sure was exactly what Evan and Barty wanted you to be even if you made it quite difficult to do so. 

“Oh, and if you do wear that outfit Barty picked out tonight,” Evan added, sticking his head in the doorway, “there’s a matching Hermés bag to go with it, too.”

He didn’t even have a chance to see your mouth open in shock or hear your horrified “Evan!” before he was shutting the door behind him and taking off down the hall.

Spoiled indeed.

[wastingawayinmyroom]

@rosekillermicrofic - prompt: liar - word count: 320 - warnings: mentions of alcohol, slightly nfsw (?)

"I've never blushed, actually." Evan leaned back in his seat, club music blaring disgustingly loudly in his ears. "I don't think I'm capable of it."

"Really?" Barty asked, setting his drink down. Of course he would take this as a challenge.

Well, then. Evan wouldn't give him the satisfaction of winning.

"Really," he said, dark eyes narrowing on the other boy. Barty smirked. "Mind if I try to change that?"

He scoffed. "You'll fail," he said, matter-of-factly, but Crouch only looked amused.

There was no way he was going to blush. Especially not for him.

He was vaguely aware of Pandora and the girls giggling behind them, but he kept his focus on Barty as he inched closer, closing the gap between them across the table until they were face to face.

Evan could smell the alcohol on him, sweet and spicy. "Like what you see, love?"

Evan somehow managed to keep a straight face. "Not working."

He didn't see Barty's hands until it was too late, finding their way under the table to the bottom of Evan's shirt, toying with the fabric. It felt so good, Evan had to resist the urge to yank him forward and kiss him senseless.

"Better?" He was so close, god damn it, this was getting hard. Evan's cheeks heated up, but he forced the feeling back down. God, he hated Barty. He shook his head, but his resolve was fading.

And then. Then he fucking did it. Barty had the audacity to slip right under his clothing and press his warm hands to Evan's stomach, and Evan squirmed.

Barty smiled, looking a lot more smug than Evan wanted him to be. "We'll pick this up later, Rosier," he whispered in Evan's ear, and now Evan was sure he was blushing like a maniac.

Barty leaned back. "You're a pathetic liar, you know," he said, gazing at Evan almost hungrily. "You are capable of blushing."

[pearlynia]

Regulus "who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay" Black

James "I'm a mirrorball, I can change everything about me to fit in" Potter

Sirius "I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want just not home" Black

Remus "You drew stars around my scars but now I'm bleeding" Lupin

Barty "don't blame me love made me crazy" Crouch

Evan "the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now" Rosier

[moonyswarmsweaters]

me defending Barty Crouch Jn With my life because he is my murderous babygirl

[nothingtoseeherebyeexx]

i heard some of you hc barty as italian?? that gives me ideas

B: ao ma da ‘ndo pisci che sei tutta patata?

E: i have no clue what you just said but it sounded sexy

reggie, who knows exactly what barty said and wonders why the fuck it worked:

it’s hard to translate in english but basically barty called evan a pretty girl in a…questionable way (patata=potato=pretty girl or 🐱)

some guys in italy say it to girls and sometimes (somehow) it works???

close up!!

[whysosiriushuh]

Rosekiller orange peel theory:

Evan: Barty?

Barty: yeah

Evan: can you peel this orange for me?

Barty: oh sure *peels the fruit*

Evan:*internally kicking feet and giggling* oh...

Barty *holds out a slice for him to bite*

Barty:*squeezes the orange on his face*

Evan: ...

Barty: ...

Regulus, witness to the scene: honestly, what were you expecting

Barty:*licks the juice from Evan's face*

Regulus:.......

[fandoomrants]

No but Barty could still be a Ravenclaw AND share a dorm with Regulus and Evan... Just because he'd spend time there 24/7.