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hi, do you think rosekiller we're each others first relationship? Or was there a bartylus? Or other men or women involved? And if you want to yap about it; HOW did they get together in your opinion?
okay so i think barty was evan’s first but he wasn’t barty’s
barty was the guy that would have a new partner every week, so when he figured out he liked evan, he freaked out so hard. because he’s sp used to fooling around and the forgetting everything about that person, but he absolutely couldn’t do that to evan and he was so scared he actually was.
evan tried to at least hook up with people, but immediately hated it. besides why would he wany anyone else when barty, his bestfriend worshipped him, no one else came even close to treating him like that. tho like barty, evan was terrified to ask him out, because barty was all sex no feelings and evan was the opposite and he couldn’t possibly deprave barty of anything.
i think how they get together is barty gets his hands on veritaserum, which he probably stole from slughorn, he takes it himself and immediately forces himself to go talk to evan. and oh, EVERYTHING just spills out. evan eventually has to stuff his mouth with his tie just to shut him up speak.
also i do think bartylus was a thing before rosekiller, but it quickly just turned into a fwb situation because they hated the idea of being partners.
Barty proposed but he freaked the fuck out about it
oh 100%
and evan was just dumb founded when the question was popped, because he was going to propose as well but barty beat him to it
barty immideatly took the silence in the wrong way and started apologizing profusely, rambling on about how it was okay if evan wasn’t ready yet and he would wait however long for him and evan swore he thought barty was going to start crying
he only managed to calm him down when he showed his own ring, which just riled barty up again.
i actually need proposal fics with them, they are everything.
they are the same person btw
(art by likeafunerall)
rosekiller asks??
i have one slightly specific one-
do you think barty or evan has more of a sweet tooth?
and also
if they were in the modern world, what do you think would be their majors?
(i don't think we're moots, but i do see you on my dash often so i think we have mutual moots?? but i would love to be moots with another rosekiller fan!)
ok firstly, barty has more of a sweet tooth, though he can only have so much before it starts to make him sick, so evan usually has to finish whatever he doesn’t. evan prefers more savoury or bitter things, but he’ll still have sweets, its just not his go to choice.
secondly, barty’s major for me depends what his dad’s occupation is. but my go to choice is a lawyer, i dont think he would actually pursue the job, but he would’ve definitely taken a few classes. or psychology.
evans is something medical, but either in the neurological department or physio. he likes knowing how things and people function, and especially likes if theres a problem or challenge toward fixing things in people. i could see him pursuing these degrees as either a brain surgeon or a physiotherapist for people who have had damage to their nervous system.
(that’s actually really funny, but yeah we can absolutely be moots!)
they are best friends
@rosekillermicrofic 🥀 12th November 🥀 Prompt: Tired 🥀 Words count: 197
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-Where’s Barty? - Evan asked Regulus after entering into the common room.
-He said he was tired, so he went to bed early. Today was a rough day for him…
Evan was a bit confused; what happened?
-He received a letter from… you know…
Evan eyes widened with a mixture of fear and worry. He didn’t let Regulus finish his sentence, he immediately run to their shared dorm, he run to Barty.
He was expecting to see him sat on the floor while facing the wall, but when Evan entered the room, he saw a more heartbreaking scene.
Barty was lying on Evan’s bed and he was sleeping. His face was still flushed and stained with tears. And he was wearing Evan’s sweater. Yes, his sweater. He was seeking comfort in Evan’s clothes.
At that sight, Evan felt a sort of warmth in his chest. He also felt guilty, because he wasn’t there when Barty needed him.
Trying not to wake Barty up, who looked so vulnerable and fragile, Evan lied down next to him and hugged him from behind.
Barty, still asleep, touched his warm hand and whispered… -Evan…
The blonde guy’s heart skipped a beat.
Congrats on the followers! <3 Your writing is amazing, I truly have loved everything I've ready by you
💌 from Sirius to Remus in which he starts off by congratulating Remus on his new relationship to (your choice) but slowly progresses into a jealous rant and ends up confessing his feelings
Moony,
I want to apologize for how I acted earlier when you shared you were dating someone. I am not proud of what I said.
James says it's important to clarify what exactly I'm apologizing for. It was not okay for me to call your new man a nasty looking idiot without giving giving him the chance to prove that he is in fact a nasty loo, I will refrain from using such language when refering to your significant other.
The news were shocking and that's why I reacted that way, but I understand that is not excuse. You are so amazing and perfect . You are my friend and I know I should be supporting you in this new relationship.
But as your friend I think it's also important that I tell you that I don't think you should be with him. I don't know him, but I know you. And while the words I used were harsh I don't think he's good enough for you.
Honestly, you could get someone smarter, I'm a good judge of character for that since I'm also quite brilliant myself. And definitely someone with better style. I know you're always doubting how well you dress but when we are together we complement each other so perfectly. And you are always saying how much you like my style.
I probably sound like I'm jealous. But Moony, I saw how you looked at him, and I know how you look at someone you love because I love how you look at me. That's not how you see him.
I don't know if maybe I'm also just scared, that the more you are with him the less you'll be with me. The thought of being away from you scares me terribly.
I'm sorry I don't say it enough, I try to at least show it, it's sometimes just hard for me.
I want you.
And I think know I want to be with you. I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner, I'm sorry I lashed out instead of just saying this. But the problem is not whatever his name is, I won't ever be okay with you dating anyone and I won't ever think they are good enough for you.
I'm probably not good enough either, but I want to be, and I'll try to be. I will try every single day to deserve you.
I thought I would have more time. I have been holding this in for so long and I was waiting for what I believed would be the perfect moment and I worry it is now too late.
Please tell me I'm not too late. I apologize for my reaction but I won't be sorry for how I feel. And I know might be a lot, but I can't pretend I'm not in love with you any longer.
I know my feelings won't go away, I can be patient.
I'll wait, Remus. I will wait a day, a month, a year, I will wait twelve years if I have to, but I want to be with you.
I love you.
-Sirius
omg this is so cute 😍
dark - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 188
"Reg?"
It physically pained James to have to do it. Regulus looked so perfect dozing on the grass with his head on James's lap. He'd been that way for a while, since they'd snuck off to a secluded part of the grounds and he'd laid there more than an hour ago. James wanted to let him stay there, but he also knew that they would both be in for it if they missed dinner.
"Baby? It's getting dark, love."
Whining softly, Regulus just nuzzled into James's thigh and kept his eyes closed, ignoring him completely.
Hesitantly carding his fingers through Regulus's hair, James smiled softly, looking down at the younger boy. "Reg, it's time to get up," he whispered, tracing his fingers over porcelain skin, marveling at his beauty.
"Five more minutes," Regulus mumbled, still not opening his eyes. "S'so peaceful here..."
And James's heart melted, because he knew that there were very few places that Regulus felt safe. So he removed his hand and went back to his Quidditch Magazine, deciding he could let Regulus sleep for another hour.
They could sneak into the kitchens later, anyway.
pastel - November 15th - jegulus - @stag-microfic - word count: 300
Regulus was not a morning person. He loved the peacefulness and quiet of nights, the way the Earth seemed to still as the sun went down. It made him feel calm and contemplative and almost positive.
Any time before 9am, he felt murdrous.
He was also very clear about that with everyone he met. So he was very confused as to why James Potter was waking him at a 5am on a Saturday.
"Reg! Wake up!"
It was only the third time Regulus had slept in James's dorm. The first time since they'd confessed to Sirius about their relationship. They'd fallen asleep blissfully happy, curled into each other's arms, and Regulus had been quite sure he would be with James Potter forever.
So it was sad, now, that he would have to kill him for this.
"You better be dying," he mumbled, opening one eye a crack to see James standing next to the bed, blanket wrapped around his shoulders.
"No..." James answered, looking a bit put out. "No, I just really want to show you...please?"
And Regulus must have gone soft, because James's excited voice and his hopeful look made him actually get out of bed, even at the atrocious hour. "Alright, what is it?" he asked, trying to keep his voice even.
Smiling, James grabbed his hand and led him to the huge window.
Immediately, Regulus understood.
Outside was the most beautiful sunrise Regulus had ever seen. Pastel pinks and oranges blended into yellows and blues, lighting the sky in a rainbow of colors.
"I just....it was so gorgeous. I wanted to show it to someone gorgeous, you know?" James asked, biting his lip with nerves as he waited for Regulus's reaction.
Wordlessly, Regulus pressed his lips to James's happiness pouring out of him in waves.
"Thank you."
cage - November 15th - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 266
James looked up from his computer as soon as he heart the door close, smiling at the thought of his boyfriend finally returning home. "Hey, baby!" he called happily. "Did you have fun at the market? Did you and Pandora find anything nice?"
"Erm..."
But Regulus's voice, coming from the kitchen, sounded off. He sounded almost guilty. Frowning, James moved to get off of the couch.
"Before you say anything," Regulus's voice came from the doorway behind him, "just know! They were keeping him in a cage!"
"A wha-?"
But as James finally turned around and laid eyes on his boyfriend he found that the other man was not alone:
In his arms was the tiniest, fluffiest black cat James had ever seen. The kitten sat purring, a content but aloof look on his little face, and immediately James was strongly reminded of Regulus himself. "Who's this?" he breathed stepping forward and gently petting the cat's head with one finger.
Regulus, who was looking at him with a nervous expression, said softly, "I haven't named him. I didn't know how you would feel about him. I just- he was all alone, the only cat left that they were selling, all his siblings had left, you know? He was stuck in that cage all by himself. And he needed someone to take care of him, so I-"
Hardly missing the connection, James cut Regulus off, offering him a smile. "Reg, he's perfect. And he's ours. Of course I love him."
Regulus's body sagged with obvious relief and he burst into a grin, his whole face lighting up.
professor - wolfstar - TTPD Server microfic challenge - word count: 307
"Has Professor Lupin ever been married?"
Sirius nearly spit out his drink, he was so caught off-guard by the question. It had definitely been a while since he was fifteen, but he didn't remember being so blunt when he was that age.
No...well, he definitely was. Still was, actually. But it still was disarming.
"Why do you ask?" he replied in what he hoped was a steady voice, turning to Harry, who was sitting with him eating breakfast in the kitchen at Grimmauld Place on one of the last days of summer.
The boy shrugged. "Just wonder what he's been doing for the past fifteen years, I guess."
And that hit Sirius like a knife to the gut. But a small voice in his head, a voice that sounded suspiciously like James, told him to be honest. So he said softly, "Yeah, he's been married. To me, actually."
Green eyes turned to him in obvious surprise, but there was no distaste in Harry's expression. After a moment, the teenager asked, "And now?"
He frowned. That was a difficult question. "Now...now it's been fifteen years, like you said. In a lot of ways, things are different. We're re-learning each other. But in some ways, things are also...very much the same." He allowed himself to smile at the thought, briefly remembering the way Remus had kissed him a few nights ago, the way it had warmed his frozen body and sharpened fuzzy memories of stolen moments in Hogwarts broom closets long ago.
Harry nodded, smiling as well. "That's good."
"Good?" Sirius asked, trying to figure out what Harry meant by the statement.
"It's...it's good to know that something from before Mum and Dad's deaths still lasted. I think they would be happy it did," Harry said, nodding to himself.
And Sirius cleared his throat, turning to hide his tears.
Sirius tying up his hair and Remus staring at him with his mouth open.
We all know what happened after that…
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