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rose - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 188
"Salazar, just tell him already!" Regulus grumbled, passing Barty his notebook back.
"Huh?" Barty grunted, not even looking up from his giant tower of Exploding Snap cards that took up an entire table in the Common Room.
"Evan. Snog him. Shag him. Confess your undying love. You've been pining for months. I don't care. Just do something," Regulus clarified, throwing himself on a nearby couch.
The tower crashed down, exploding in Barty's face and singeing his hair. "What? I don't want any of that!" he argued, sputtering and coughing, both because of the smoke and the accusation.
"Then why is your notebook full of little doodles of roses, with B+E inside of them?" Regulus retorted, his face full of disbelief. "Maybe think about what you've got in there before you lend me your notebook, yeah?"
"Maybe think about needing notes before you skive off to snog Potter!" Barty shot back, but he felt his face redden. "Last time I help you, prick."
"At least I'm not daydreaming about Evan's pr-" Regulus began to reply with a smirk, but Barty just stood with a huff and walked away.
"Fuck you if I can't have us."
~ Taylor Swift (Down Bad) Pairing: rosekiller - Rating: T
He felt like his head was reeling. Like he was going crazy. Like he'd literally imagined it. Made it all up.
It had been such a high. The feeling of Barty's fingers scratching at his back. Pulling at his hair. The sound of the other boy moaning into his mouth.
So why was he standing at the door like some creep, watching Barty snog Antonia into the Common Room couch?
"Ev...are you alright?" Dorcas asked him softly, her gentle hand on his shoulder pulling him from his stare, causing Barty to dislodge himself from the girl under him, making a noise like a plunger.
"Evan. I-" Barty said as soon as their eyes met, his expression torn and anxious.
But he didn't want to hear it. "Nah, mate. Fuck you," he murmured, and walked away, Dorcas following behind.
dread - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 257
"So...you going to this Ball thing?" Barty asked casually, playing with his quill as he lay back on his bed in the dim light.
"Erm, what?" Evan asked, trying not show how his stomach filled with dread. He'd thought far too much about the Yule Ball. About how Barty would go with some girl. About how he'd have to watch.
"The Yule Ball. Are you going?" Barty asked, still playing with his quill, not meeting Evan's eyes.
He swallowed. "Might. Don't want to miss seeing Reg look like a prat in dress robes."He gestured to the closed curtains nearby that covered Regulus's bed, which held Regulus and Potter.
"Well. Maybe we could go together," Barty suggested lightly, now staring at the quill with his full focus.
Evan almost fell out of his own bed, before he collected himself quickly. "Erm. As friends, right? Because that girl you were shagging is going with Mulciber?"
But Barty glanced at him quickly before looking away. "I reckon not. Unless you would rather-"
"No," Evan said loudly, so quickly he couldn't possibly take it back. "I mean, no- like, erm- yes, I- I would like to," he stuttered. "I would like to go. As not friends," he barely clarified, the heat on his face making him feel almost feverish, "with you..." he added needlessly.
"Right," Barty nodded, finally looking at him. "That's- right. Good. Glad we got that sorted. Erm. Goodnight, Ev."
"Night," Evan muttered, turning away from Barty and closing his curtains before grinning from ear to ear.
illusion - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 178
Was it an illusion? That flash of something that crossed Barty's face when he'd accidentally walked in on Evan only a few minutes ago?
Well, he had to find out.
Tying his towel sinfully low on his hips, Evan casually walked out of the bathroom, schooling his face to be casual. "Reg, have you seen my wand? I need to shave," he asked loudly, loud enough to gain Barty's attention.
Ha! Just as he thought, Barty looked up at him, and he stared for far too long, eyes roaming over his chest and exposed hips, slowly travelling to the V peeking out of the cloth and staying there.
"No, haven't seen it," Regulus replied, not even looking up.
But Evan didn't care about that. "Shame. B? Seen anything important?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at the other boy.
And Barty, coughing a bit, mumbled, "Erm. N- no. Nothing. I- have to go." And he stood, almost running from the room.
Evan smirked, nodding, and turned to go, but as he left he swore he heard Regulus murmur, "Idiots."
eyes - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 149
They were arguing. Lately, they were always arguing.
Dorcas called it sexual tension. Regulus called it being prats.
Either way, they were here again. Screaming at each other over nothing.
"You're so fucking pretentious!" Barty roared, throwing a jumper on the floor, eyes full of flames.
"At least I'm not a child!" Evan retorted, stepping forward, purposely treading on the jumper Barty had thrown down. "Take care of your shit, Barty! And own up to being an arse once in a while!"
"Me?" Barty screeched, stepping forward as well, looking livid. "Who acted like a right bastard when I brought that bird back last week? Were you jealous?"
Evan stepped forward again, shaking with rage, and suddenly they were chest-to-chest.
"You gonna punch me, Ev?" Barty asked cheekily, staring up at him, panting a bit.
And, without thinking, he did reach for Barty. But instead of punching him, he slammed him back into the bedpost and kissed him. Hard.
lurid - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 77 - TW: MCD
“Rosier’s dead,” Malfoy’s voice echoed through the fireplace, making Barty’s head swim.
Dead, dead, dead.
But as Malfor described the more lurid details, involving Evan and Alastor Moody, Barty didn’t break down.
No.
Instead, he stood up straighter.
Because he had nothing left. So why should anyone else?
“I’m going out, Father,” he called, ignoring the questions his father sent back, grabbing his wand and heading for the Lestrange Manor.
The Longbottoms had information that he needed.
blood - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 171
"M'fine, don't worry about it," Evan muttered, looking down and pressing a cloth to the cut he'd sustained in Herbology, trying to stem the flow of blood.
"Don't be a prat," Barty argued, standing from his spot on his bed and pushing his hand away to remove the cloth, surveying the damage.
Evan tried to pretend the touch didn't make his stomach somersault.
"You need to be healed," Barty murmured, his voice oddly soft. "Here." He reached in his trunk and pulled out a small vial of something. Smoothing a bit of the substance on his fingertips, he gently soothed it over the cut, eyes focused and dark. As Evan watched, the cut began to disappear.
"There. Can't have you hurting," Barty murmured, his voice still strangely full, hand still on Evan's arm. Their eyes met, and something sparked there. It made Evan both want to stay there forever and run and hide under his bed.
"Thanks, B," Evan murmured.
Neither moved for several moments, until Regulus can through the door.
kiss - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 113
"Kiss Evan," Regulus demanded, his cool voice betraying a hint of glee as he dared Barty to do exactly what he'd been wanting to do for ages.
"What?" he asked, ears ringing, trying to buy himself time.
"Kiss. Evan." Regulus repeated, lips curling in an evil smile.
But before Barty could say anything else, Evan met his eyes with a challenging look. "Think you can handle me, B?" he asked, a smirk on his face.
And that was it. All of the restraint and self-doubt and confusion and fear that Barty had been harboring for months broke, and he crashed their lips together, allowing the feeling of Evan to completely overtake him.
slow - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 207
“You have to tell him at some point,” Regulus murmured, staring down at the two figures on the couch.
Barty looked up at him with wide eyes, blinking innocently. “Dunno what you’re talking about, Reg. Tell who what?”
“Him,” Regulus repeated, his face irritated, gesturing to Evan, who was currently sleeping on Barty, his entire chest overlapping the other boy’s torso. “He feels the same way. You both are just too stupid to get over yourselves and say anything.”
The words swirled in Barty’s head, but he refused to process them. He didn’t feel any type of way other than platonic.
So what if he sometimes took time to admire the way Evan walked, all flowy and confident? So what if he liked watching the other boy talk, his perfect lips moving around the words in a way that made his mouth water a bit? Whose business was it, honestly, that Barty lived for the moments that Evan fell asleep on him, so Barty could focus on the comforting, slow movement of Evan’s breath, the loveliness of his scent?
“You’re barking,” he said stiffly, not even realizing he had moved his hand to snake protectively around Evan’s waist until after Regulus rolled his eyes and walked away.
insane - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 205
“Really, Barty?” Evan shouted, crashing through their dorm door, looking completely unhinged.
“What the fuck, Ev?” Barty asked, looking up, shocked. Evan was usually the composed one. The one who had his emotions together. The calm one. Barty was usually the self-described insane one. But now…
“I’ve waited for years for you to get your shite together. Years!” Evan yelled, face twisted, tears filling his eyes. “I was fine waiting for you to figure out you’re into blokes. Into me. ‘He’ll figure it out eventually,’ I told Reg!” he continued ranting, eyes bulging. “But now I hear you’ve been snogging Travers? He’s not even fit!” With that, Evan threw a book across the room, looking like he wanted to light something on fire.
But Barty was too busy processing the words. “You were…waiting for me?” he asked, eyes wide, ears ringing.
“YES! You idiot!” Evan yelled, sitting at the foot of Barty’s bed. “Have I not…been damn obvious?” He asked in a much softer, more vulnerable voice.
“No,” Barty replied, his voice shaking. “Or I’m an idiot. Either way…I’d’ve been snogging you this whole time. If I knew.”
Evan gave him a shocked look.
“But it’s not too late,” Barty grinned, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
infuriate - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 153
“I’m clearly better at Charms,” Barty shrugged, trying to keep his expression neutral. He looked sideways at Evan, who was laying next to him on the bed, reading a book. “I mean, Flitwick loves me. Actually, I heard him say my Bubble-Head Charm was better than yours…”
“Oh?” Evan asked, finally rising to the bait. “And what about your Potions? Did you hear Slughorn say you’re better at those?”
Barty let out a jokingly superior laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous, Rosie. I wouldn’t spend two extra minutes with that man. But I did hear McGonagall say my Transfiguration is far better than your-”
All of a sudden, Barty felt pressure on his entire body, fire exploding through his veins, as Evan rolled quickly, pinning him down.
“Anything else you want to prove you’re better at?” the taller boy whispered into his ear, making him shiver.
Yes, infuriating Evan was one of his favorite pastimes.
rings - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 153
Barty was not crazy.
Okay, perhaps he was a bit…unhinged, sometimes. But he wasn’t completely mental.
It was just…Evan had these rings.
They were all different sizes, on all different fingers, and they were constantly making Barty stare at Evan’s hands. Making him think about those hands. What they could do. Where they could touch. How they could touch.
It was normal, and definitely not a problem.
But when Barty looked for too long, he started imagining those ringed fingers tracing up his spine and curling around his wrist. Moving down his hips to quest lower, the cold metal-
“B? What are you looking at?” Evan asked, interrupting Barty’s thoughts, his eyes boring into Barty’s own.
“Fuck, Rosie. Those rings are driving me insane,” Barty mumbled, his cheeks turning pink at the admission.
And Evan, his pupils enlarging, moved quickly toward him, those sinful rings finally connecting with Barty’s skin, lighting it aflame.
accident - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 148 - slightly NSFW but not explicit
Evan pushed the raven-haired boy into his room roughly, closing the door and shoving him onto the bed without care. Their lips crashed together and he quickly crawled on top of him, sliding his hands under his shirt. Resisting the urge to moan a name - the wrong name - Evan began to trace the planes of the boy’s chest, closing his eyes and picturing the tattoos that he knew weren’t there. The tattoos of his best friend.
Bang.
The door of his dorm room flew open with a crash and said best friend stared at Evan and the boy, his face blank.
“Whoops,” Barty Crouch whispered from the door, like the intrusion had been an accident. But Evan knew better. It had been quite on purpose.
And, half on top of the boy he had been pretending was Barty, he wasn’t sure how to feel about that.
lies - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 176
"Erm...Daugherty," Regulus murmured, not meeting the eyes of anyone in the room.
"Lies," Barty coughed, rolling his eyes.
Regulus stared daggers at him. "The fuck do you mean?"
"I mean," Barty drawled, "it wasn't Daugherty that you were drooling over after the Quidditch Game last week. It was P-"
But Regulus interrupted, his cheeks stained bright red and his words as sharp as knives. "Oh? But I wasn't the one pouting for weeks when Evan gave some random fifth year girl a compliment and then pretending it was because I got a shite Potions grade, so it seems you're being a bit hypocritical, doesn't it?"
Ah, yes. Regulus did know exactly where to twist the knife.
"I..." Barty gasped, struggling for a retort, shocked that anyone was perceptive enough to pick up on the fact that it was Evan he constantly thought about.
But it was Evan who was looking at him now, eyes wide. "Is he telling the truth?" Evan murmured, looking from Barty to Regulus, who smirked and stood, looking quite please with himself.
knew - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 215
“He doesn’t know your favorite color.”
Evan looked up from his book, shocked to see an emotional-looking Barty staring at him from the doorway for their dorm. “Hmm?” he asked, a bit nervously. Barty was never emotional.
“Adam. Your boyfriend,” Barty said the last word like it was dirty. “He asked me just now if I knew your favorite color.” He looked horrified. Disturbed. Like this piece of news was life-changing.
“A-alright,” Evan nodded, confused, trying to figure out the punch line. “And..?”
“And you’ve been dating for months, Rosie! Months! And he didn’t know your favorite color?” Barty cried, his chest heaving, eyes wild. “I know! I know your- your favorite color, and how you take your tea, and I know that you prefer to do your Potions homework on Wednesdays because you think Potions and Wednesdays are the same color for some reason! But your fucking boyfriend didn’t even bother learning your favorite color?”
But Even sensed that there was something more there. Something he was trying to say. “So?” he asked softly, heart beating rapidly.
“So how are you with him?” Barty asked, shrinking down, anger dissipating from his body, resignation replacing it. “How are you with him and not me?”
“I…” Evan trailed off, hardly believing his ears. “I didn’t know.”
favorite - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 151
"Truth," Barty chose with a shrug, the alcohol in his system strong enough that he didn't feel like moving for a dare.
"Boring," Regulus taunted, rolling his eyes.
"Says the boy who reads Philosophy for fun," Barty retorted, unbothered. "C'mon, Rosie, what's my question?"
Evan grinned and asked, "Alright. What's your favorite thing about me, B?" His tone was mocking, and it was clear he was fishing for a compliment. So much of their friendship was build on teasing and loving bullying, so forcing Barty to actually compliment him in a genuine way was a rare treat.
But Barty was tipsy. And hiding a giant crush on his best mate. "Your lips," he answered promptly, before realizing that that was not a platonic response. He felt himself turn red.
Evan, however, grinned, and murmured, "Yeah? You should taste them sometime."
And if he wasn't red before, fuck he was red now.
life - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 142 - slightly NSFW
"Guess what I heard?" Pandora sang as she entered the room, throwing herself onto Regulus's bed.
"Hmm?" Regulus asked, flipping through the essay he was in the middle of writing.
"I heard that you two depraved assholes got caught with your hands down each others' pants in the library," Pandora announced, grinning, point to Barty and Evan, who were both on Evan's bed.
"Of course you did," Barty rolled his eyes, his entire back resting against Evan's front, Evan's legs splayed around him. "Those Ravenclaws need to get a life, they're constantly spreading gossip."
"Too right," Evan agreed, smirking. "Don't they have anything better to do than to spread rumors about us?"
"So it's not true?" Dorcas asked from Barty's bed, her expression suspicious.
"Of course it is," Barty grinned, looking quite proud. "I'm just saying, it's rude to gossip, is all."
tears - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 147 - tw: mention of death, but only in the past, and nobody we give a shit about...
Evan had only seen Barty cry once in ten years of knowing him.
It was the night his father died, a week before they graduated from Hogwarts. Even today, Evan still couldn't be sure how many of those tears were tears of laughter and tears of pain. If he was crying of relief or sadness. The emotions that spilled over in Barty's body that day were so raw that it had almost scared Evan to witness it, in that moment.
But now? Now, the tears were all happiness. As Evan knelt, (his knee going numb, thanks much), he witnessed Barty crying true tears of joy as he took in the scene in front of him: Evan on his knee with a ring in his hand, smiling up at him with a truly dopey smile.
And all Barty could say was: "Fuck, Ev. You made me fucking cry."
sweet - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 170 - NSFW but not explicit
Barty grinned, grinding his arse back into the man behind him, savoring the way he gasped at the friction.
It wasn't like he actually wanted the man behind him. No, the person he had his eyes on was across the bar, staring daggers at the two of them, arms crossed, entire body tense.
Throwing caution to the wind, Barty, craned his neck backwards, reaching behind to scrape his teeth against the man's neck, grinning as the man skated his hands under his shirt and against his sculpted chest.
One, he counted in his head, licking a stripe against skin. Two, three.
He barely made it to ten before a hand closed around his shoulder, wrenching him from the other man's grasp.
"B, cut the shit," Evan ordered, eyes flashing, pressing both of their bodies sinfully close together, so there wasn't an inch between them, from chest to hips, hands grabbing so tight he would create bruises.
"Always so sweet with me, Rosie," Barty murmured, smirking sinfully, sinking into his arms.
wound - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 152
Evan stared at Barty, swallowing thickly, trying to regain the feeling in his fingertips. "Take that ridiculous outfit off," he murmured, rolling his eyes, trying not to give any hints as to how his heart was hammering at his chest like it was a caged animal.
Barty, dressed in a sheer, sleeveless shirt that exposed most of his stomach (and his pierced bellybutton) as well as jeans so sinfully tight Evan could make out the distinct curve of his delicious arse, grinned. "You wound, me Rosie."
Evan scoffed. "You look like a slag."
But Barty just chuckled. "Good. Wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong impression," he laughed before leaving the room, hips moving in such a way that Evan couldn't help but stare as he did so.
"Pick up your jaw off the floor."
Evan jumped, shocked to hear Regulus's voice from the bathroom door. "I wasn't-"
"Sure. Of course not."
mess - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 275
TW: mentioned homophobia
It was early. Regulus was still out and Barty normally spent his evenings relaxing in the Common Room. So Evan was shocked when he entered their shared dorm to see Barty there, crying quietly, clutching at a letter.
"Oh! S-sorry," Evan muttered, eyes wide, as Barty scrambled to wipe at the mess of tears and eyeliner running down his cheeks.
"It's nothing," Barty mumbled, turning away. "Something in my eye, that's all. I-"
But Evan knew him better than that. "Bullshit," he said softly. "Who's the letter from, B?"
Barty turned, looking at him nervously. "It's nothing," he insisted.
"Your dad?" Evan pushed, stepping closer, trying to resist the urge to pull Barty into his arms.
"Turns out he's not fond of the idea of having a queer son," Barty scoffed, clearly trying to put on a brave face even as tears continued to fall. "Said he'd rather I not come home for the holidays now-"
"You're queer?" Evan interrupted, before realizing that was not the point.
But Barty seemed to be willing to answer. "Erm. Yeah. Sorry, I should've told you differently. I-"
"No," Evan whispered, stepping forward to rest a hand on his shoulder. "I just- That's actually- I mean- sorry, I'm buggering this up. Your dad is a piece of shit. A literal asshole. He doesn't deserve the spot on the planet he inhabits, really-"
Barty let out a choked laugh.
"But fuck, B, I can't even pretend to be upset, because I've fancied you for years, you know?"
And, suddenly, Barty looked a lot happier. "Couldn't even wait five minutes to tell me, eh?" he asked, mustering up a flirtatious wink.
Better
a rosekiller microfic
He'd had enough. Watching Evan kiss girls all night at parties was one things. But boys?
No. It was just too much.
Sipping at his drink, Barty scoffed. Fucking Evan Rosier. He wasn't even that good-looking. Or funny. Or perfect.
He felt someone sit next to him on the couch. "Sulking?" Regulus asked him, humor in his voice.
"No," Barty insisted, downing the rest of his drink. "Just-"
"Staring at Ev suck face," Regulus finished his sentence for him, nodding in faux-seriousness. "Then pouting about it after."
It was true. Evan had disappeared with his mysterious suitor ten minutes ago.
"I'm observing," Barty retorted snidely. "That bloke looked like he was going to chew Rosie's face off, is all. I'm sure I could kiss a million times better. From a purely neutral standpoint."
"Right," Regulus nodded again, grinning. "Neutral."
"I just- I would know how to kiss Ev, is all!" Barty said, feeling himself getting riled up, now. "I would know how to- to push him against the wall and fucking kiss the shit out of him, but not in a way that's gross, but, y'know, in a way he'd like. I could, just, do it better!"
"Yeah?"
But the question didn't come from Regulus. It was Evan's voice that spoke from behind him.
Standing up and wheeling around, Barty faced his best friend, turning bright red. "I-"
But Evan was grinning, and he leaned over the couch to get in Barty's face. "If you think you can kiss me better, B...prove it."
benefits - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 210
"So, I was thinking..." Barty murmured, avoiding Evan's eyes.
"What's that?" Evan asked, looking over from where he was staring at the wireless, following the Quidditch game currently being broadcast. He wasn't in the best mood- the Wasps were being destroyed, so he was guaranteed to have to deal with Regulus's stupid bragging the next day.
"Did you know when people get married, they get tax breaks?" Barty asked, his voice seemingly casual, but Evan caught a waver.
"Er...yeah?" He asked, trying to stay calm as he processed the words. What, exactly, did Barty mean by married?
Barty nodded, eyes wide. "There's...there's other reasons, as well. Erm, benefits, you know?"
Evan almost laughed out loud. "To getting married?" he confirmed, squeezing his shaking hands. Marriage? With Barty?
Barty nodded silently.
"B, are you saying you want to get married?" Evan whispered, a gigantic smile breaking over his face. A marriage with Barty was such a crazy, ridiculous, perfect concept that he almost wanted to cry over it.
"Well, it would be smart, is all," Barty mumbled, looking down.
But Evan grabbed his chin and guided it so their eyes met. "I agree," he said solemnly. "Best idea you've ever had, actually."
And both of them grinned at each other, ecstatic.