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cheekyboybeth · 2 days
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headcanon that Barty went missing for a whole two months and when he came back he had bleached his hair (really badly) and dyed the bottom of it green.
He also came back with three ear piercings in each ear, a tongue piercing, and a belly button piercing.
He had gotten a massive snake tattoo that wrapped around his waist and dipped down his hip.
and Evan was too awe struck to be properly mad about his disappearance
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hurt - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 305
"So, I've been thinking," Barty said casually as he grabbed his discarded shirt from the floor, shrugging it on as Evan zipped up his pants.
"Don't hurt yourself," Evan grinned, grabbing his own shirt from the bed and pulling it over his head. He tried not to stare too much as Barty's long fingers pulled at the buttons of his shirt.
"Ha," Barty deadpanned, rolling his eyes. "No, I just...you know how we're just messing around?"
Evan tried not to hint at the way his heart sank. "Yeah. S'just to get off," he murmured, fighting a frown.
"Right," Barty nodded seriously, furrowing his eyebrows. "Well...I think we should....only do that together."
Evan stared at him for a moment, trying to take in what he'd just said. "You want to casually get off together...exclusively?" He asked, trying not to sound too confused.
"Y-yeah," Barty nodded. "It makes sense, right? I mean, I know we're not- we're not...but we don't want to- to catch anything by being with more than one person, or...or y'know, hurt a bird's feelings by taking her out and then coming back here, to each other...It would just be a hassle."
Evan resisted the urge to comment that Barty was really grasping at straws, here. Barty had never been one for monogamy, and the idea that he wanted it with him, of all people, made him feel strangely light. It certainly contradicted Barty's usual insistences that this was just two straight blokes getting off.
"Yeah," Evan whispered, fighting back a grin. "That...that makes sense." And it did. Because somehow, he and Barty made more sense than anything in the world.
And Barty's face broke into a relieved smile. "Alright! Alright, cool. Okay, bye, mate!"
And with that, Barty left the dorm, and Evan contemplated whether or not this meant he had a boyfriend.
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honeybcj · 3 days
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— rosekiller microfic
828 words | nsfw | cw: explicit sexual content, brief strap sucking, mild degradation, mild praise, trans evan rosier (or, the one wear evan straps barty)
this one goes out to @panchashire and his gorgeous, gorgeous brain. mwah, i hope i did them justice. you’ve always got me on my toes when it comes to these two <3
“C’mon now, baby,” Evan urges, swatting playfully at Barty’s hip, “you can take it.”
A helpless whine passes Barty’s lips. His skin is on fire, the muscles in his arms aching from trying to hold himself up. Upon Evan swatting at him, Barty arches his back more, twisting his head over his shoulder to try and get a better look at Evan behind him.
Evan’s on his knees, lazily dragging the tip of the strap over Barty’s hole. It’s agonizing. Pure torture, really. But this much is true: Barty can take it. He wants to. He needs to.
It’s been a whole morning-long debacle of Barty pathetically pawing at Evan for more attention. He’s selfish, a little greedy even, but who wouldn’t be when Evan Rosier is the world’s one and only earth side angel?
And as it goes, Barty should have expected some kind of punishment for his pissy attitude and clinginess. Although, it may not be that much of a punishment, depending on who you ask.
“Rosie, if you don’t—” Barty starts, but his jaw drops, mouth falling open in a silent moan as Evan finally pushes past Barty’s rim, sinking all the way to the hilt, Evan’s hips pressed flush against Barty’s ass.
Yes, Evan might have been teasing him up until this point, but the second he’s buried deep inside Barty? By all means, begin begging for mercy.
Barty does say a prayer, a silent one, that Evan drags him through the gates of Hell before he’s finished with Barty.
Thorough, meticulous. Just how Barty likes it. Evan is precise, fucking Barty with reckless abandon, barely giving him a moment to breathe. It’s not like Barty needs it anyway. He’d gladly spend his last minutes being fucked into the mattress, his final thoughts and feelings chock full of unabashed pleasure and desire.
What a way to go.
It’s hard to believe that only half an hour ago Barty was on his knees sucking Evan’s strap like it was his damn job. Getting all sloppy, spit dripping down his chin, only for Evan to wipe it up with his fingers and shove it right back into Barty’s mouth.
But now it doesn’t even matter. Not when Evan is fucking Barty within an inch of his life. The tip of the strap skillfully and repeatedly hitting the sensitive bundle of nerves that has Barty moaning like the godforsaken whore that he is.
And that’s exactly how Evan calls it.
“Such a good fuckin’ whore for me, baby,” Evan coos, gripping Barty’s hips to pull back each time he thrusts forward. “Takin’ me like a champ.”
It’s all white light and stardust when Evan loosens one of his hands, wrapping around to Barty’s front to take his cock in his hand. Far too soon, embarrassingly so, Barty feels the warmth pool in the pit of his stomach, flames licking up his spine.
“Ev, Rosie, yes. F-For you. Just for you,” Barty babbles, arms giving out from under him, his chest colliding with the mattress.
“That’s right. So good for me,” Evan praises, the sound of palm against skin echoing in the air when Evan slaps, hard, at Barty’s ass.
It’s a sweet kind of sting—the kind Barty always wants more of. Call him a masochist, and he wouldn’t bat an eye once.
There’s something to be said about the way Evan looks once he’s hooked the harness around his hips. Blue silicone just begging to be touched, and who is Barty to say no? It’s not just that, though. It’s the light in Evan’s eyes when he knows what is to come, the swelling of pride in his chest that he has the ability to render Barty boneless.
Barty’s pretty sure he will never get over that.
A choked moan erupts from the back of Barty’s throat, his skin tingling from exertion. A thin sheen of sweat coats his body. Apparently, whatever animalistic sounds are leaving Barty’s body are like music to Evan’s ears because he’s practically purring behind Barty, not wasting a single second in making sure that Barty stays full.
“Oh, sweetheart. Already close? You wanted it that bad? Just look at you,” Evan muses, punctuating his last words with four harsh thrusts that send Barty right over the edge.
He spills into Evan’s hand, letting out a sinful moan as Evan fucks him through it, nearly reaching the point of overstimulation. It feels good though. And Barty would take it. He’d take anything Evan gives him.
Barty lets out a breathless giggle, Evan still supporting his hips as he pulls out. Barty can feel the silicone rubbing against the back of his leg as Evan drapes himself over Barty’s back, lips brushing over the shell of Barty’s ear.
“Think you can take it again, baby?” Evan whispers, voice heavy with amusement.
Barty whimpers, rocking his hips back against Evan. His voice is quite as he responds with the only correct answer, “You fucking bet.”
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ecstarry · 1 day
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@rosekillermicrofic / hurt / 340 words / @fromagony @godsofwoes @star4daisy
“Ouch! It hurt you asshole!” Evan turned around and saw that the person screaming was Barty. And fuck his cat not only escaped from his box, he had just attacked his fucking supervisor. 
“Don’t talk to Christ like that,” Evan tried to joke about in a nervous tone. He picked his cat up and returned him to his improvised bed. 
“You named your fucking cat Christ!?” Barty questioned with a laugh. Evan stopped to actually look at him and saw that he didn’t seem that bothered over Christ scratching him.
“Jesus just felt too overused,” He joked and felt a loud sigh escape him as Barty once again laughed at his comment. 
“Well, Christ over here attacked me.”
“If you weren’t trying to play with his tail maybe he would’ve been nicer.”
“You know we aren’t supposed to have pets here, Evan.” Barty gave him an apologetic look. Evan had worked enough with him to know that he wanted to let it go, but he was hesitant. Barty needed this job as much as Evan and if his boss caught them Barty would get reprimanded. 
“I know, I know… He just is never alone and my sister was going to be gone the whole day, and I’m sorry he attacked you but he’s usually really nice-”
Barty’s eyes softened and he smiled gently at Evan as he patted his shoulder, “Okay… I’ll keep my mouth shut yeah?”
Evan relaxed. “Thank you, boss.”
“Ugh, you know I hate it when you call me that,” Barty chuckled. “Go deliver the rest of the packages.”
Evan did as instructed and went about his day. When he returned to the warehouse he saw Barty kneeling in front of Christ’s box and feeding him from his hand. He could hear Barty’s baby voice saying unintelligible sweet things to his cat. Barty was, well, something truly special.
Evan got closer and kneeled next to Barty, “Come on, dinner’s on Christ and me.”
“You still owe me one, Evan,” Barty replied with a grin. 
“I know.”
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I need more of Reg x Barty x James x Evan
I crave them with every fibre of my being
And I need them to be freaky and messed up
Guys please help me out, any recommendations?? Any? At all? Please I am begging 😭
Also like key part om them being fucked up, I need them to be fucking weirdos who'd be down to fuck in a pool of blood, that's how fucked up they have to be {like REALLY freaky, and horny af}
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englishboylover · 1 day
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people love to talk behind barty's back. of course they do, he's loud, arrogant, noisy, doesn't listen to classes and still gets the highest marks. one day when evan who doesn't give a fuck about anything, quiet, unpredictable but unproblematic is passing by and hears them so he casually leans into the table like nothing happened. speaks with the most normal voice you can imagine "this is the last time you'll be talking about him." then he just leaves and they understand.
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del-stars · 3 days
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barty 10000% had evan bite him and got his teeth marks tattooed
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hailstorm1816 · 3 days
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One of the only things I want in this life is to have a relationship as passionate as rosekiller.
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itsjulesstuff · 5 hours
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@rosekillermicrofic 🥀 12 June 🥀 Prompt: Seventeen 🥀 Words count: 146
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Regulus had a single plan for the day: to study in his room, in complete silence.
Barty had a plan, too: piss off Regulus all the afternoon.
-Barty, I’m trying to be nice… shut the fuck up, for at least five minutes! - Regulus said, exasperated.
-Oh Reg, you’re so mean - Barty whined, bringing his hands to his chest, dramatically.
-Barty, I know how much you fancy Evan - Regulus said with a grin - but talking about him for seventeen minutes straight won’t make him fall into your arms!
-I… fuck you Reg! - Barty replied, with his cheeks and ears bright red.
-Next time, don’t even try to talk to me about Potter and his “perfect smile”, I’m warning you - Barty said as he left the room.
When the door closed, Regulus sighed in relief; now he has finally found some quiet.
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The rosekiller angst cause why not
"I love you" "...... Oh... That's nice" from sex education is so rosekiller coded I wanna cry
I dont know why I Picture barty liking evan at first and getting rejected while being fwb so it hurts more
Also from euphoria:
"why would you say that?"
"its not that big of a deal, its a figure of speech"
"it is a big deal."
"its really not"
"You literally just told me that you loved me"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"You just told him we Are not even in a fucking relationship"
"its because I know that guy and i know he is gonna talk shit"
"like what?"
"like.. About you or whatever"
"What do you mean" whatever""
"like whatever the fuck you've done"
"What have I done?"
"look, i dont wanna talk about this right now"
"i dont know what you Are talking about"
"its not like its a big of a secret"
"..."
"but you know what its cool, we can call it a night"
Green : barty
Blue: evan
And that this one shot I very this and more when evan tells Pandora what had happened almost at the end
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not-rab · 1 month
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Pandora: The floor's lava!
James: *helping Regulus onto the table*
Barty: *kicks Evan off the sofa*
Dorcas: There are two types of boyfriends
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nixnight1 · 7 months
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The Marauders but with Friends' quotes (with a few changes)
Barty: 2024, the year of Barty!
Regulus: Ha ha we are very happy for you *standing next to James*
Barty: What's the matter? Why the long face?
James: We wanted to kiss at midnight, but nobody else is going to so, you know...
Barty: Alright. I'll take care of it
James: Wait!
Regulus: Barty!
Barty: Sh sh sh let me
*Goes straight to Sirius*
Sirius: Thirty three, thirty two...*while jumping*
Barty: Black, Black, Black, listen. Who are you kissing at midnight, huh? Lupin or Evan?
Sirius: What?
Barty: Well, you gotta kiss someone. Can't kiss your brother.
Sirius: Well, who's gonna kiss my brother?
Barty: Potter
Sirius: Oh, man! Really? 🤢
Barty: Mate, mate, who would you rather kiss your brother? Me or Potter?
Sirius: That's a good point
Barty: Yeah
Sirius: Uh, well, since I have that whole history with Rosier, I guess Moony
Barty: Okay, great!
Sirius: Allright
*Barty goes to Remus*
Barty: Hey, Lupin! Listen, Black wants to kiss you at midnight
Remus: Regulus? Why would he?
Barty: No, silly, your Black
Remus: My Black. It's so obvious, why doesn't he just ask?
*Barty goes to Evan*
Barty: Ev, Ev, Listen. I'll kiss you at midnight
Evan: Finally
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I Told You So
based on @moonypie1999 's request - a rosekiller fanfic - TW- slight blood
"Fine," Barty sighed, rolling his eyes to the sky.
"Fine, what?" Pandora asked, cut off mid-rant by Barty's outburst.
"Fine, introduce me to him!" Barty said, throwing his hands in the air.
Just moments ago, Pandora had been talking about Evan, her twin, for the millionth time in their friendship. It was no secret that Pandora thought Barty and Evan would hit it off, but it took Barty long enough to admit he was interested in men, and even longer to admit he thought Evan was fit. Now, he was just scared. But of course, Pandora loved a challenge, and decided that they way to convince Barty she was right was to just not shut up until he relented. And relent, he did.
"Oh! Well, if you insist," Pandora shrugged infuriatingly and grabbed Barty's hand to drag him in a different direction.
"What- now?" Barty gasped, caught off-guard.
"No time like the present!" Pandora sing-songed, and they were off, racing down the halls.
As they ran, Barty contemplated. He'd met Evan, of course. Seen him in class and exchanged small talk. But as they were in different houses, they'd never gotten to know each other. He had no idea what Evan was like as a person. But Pandora, who seemed to innately know where Evan was and was heading toward a courtyard, insisted they were perfect for each other, so Barty had started to believe it.
Entering the courtyard, Barty registered chaos, a crowd formed in the middle of the grass, and one student screaming at another. Pushing through, he and Pandora found the boy they were searching for perched on top of another student twice his size, driving his fist into his face, yelling, "-and that's for being a bigoted prick, you bastard!"
Immediately, Barty decided he was in love.
"Evan!" Pandora said in a tense voice, and her brother responded quickly, climbing off of the boy below him and walking calmly toward his sister.
"He was asking for it, Pan. He called a first year a mudblood, and-"
"Enough. This is Barty. You'll be marrying him," Pandora simply said, making Barty turn bright red as he looked Evan up and down.
But instead of acting awkward, Evan just grinned. He was obviously just as used to his sister's antics as Barty was. "Hey, Barty. How do you feel about a Spring wedding?"
And all Barty could do was stutter. "....erm....brilliant," he murmured, still stunned by everything Evan, from his beautiful grin down to his bloodied fist.
"I told you so," Pandora whispered happily.
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adharastarlight · 7 months
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Reg sneaking into his dorm at 2am, uniform a little dishevelled
Barty, turning the light on and stroking a cat like a bond villain: why hello, you're out awfully late
Reg: ...uhm-
Evan, appearing in the shadows next to Barty: it's dreadfully strange how the light affects the colours of ties
Reg:
Reg: merde
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martie10 · 3 months
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everyones like "barty shouldn't have done what he did to mad-eye" BITCH, if someone killed my pookie wookie manwife unofficial boyfriend, id lock them up and pretend to be them for a year too
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del-stars · 2 days
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lately the parasites have been telling me i need to chronicle evan rosier’s life from 1st year hogwarts to his death
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