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you may be a sinner but your innocence is mine.

12/02 despise | 13/02 always - 1200 words - @rosekillermicrofic

"Sometimes I really despise you," Evan's voice has no inflection.

It doesn't take away the sting.

Barty laughs anyway, swallowing down his hurt. "Come on, baby. Tell me something I don't know."

"You look ridiculous when you're trying to pretend you don't care."

"I don't care," Barty raises his chin in challenge, feeling smaller now that Evan is scolding him. Barty had felt so powerful when he'd stabbed the man.

Evan studies him for so long that Barty starts to squirm. He can't be still for too long, especially not when he feels Evan's cold stare warming his skin and urging him to step closer, to melt into him.

"Keep telling yourself that."

Barty scoffs. "I don't need to."

"You just ruined my only chance of seeing her again."

Fury rises inside of him again, so swiftly that Barty can't stop himself from bursting. "Well, that motherfucker shouldn't have thought he could be all over you just because you needed his help."

"I was dealing with it," Evan doesn't look like he cares about what happened and it pisses Barty off so much he wants to shake him.

"Were you? Because from where I was standing you were letting him—"

"I wasn't gonna let him do shit." Evan interrupts, his voice raising to the bait. "As soon as I got the information I was cutting his fingers off, but I fucking needed that, Barty. You can't always make decisions for me."

Barty scoffs in disbelief. "That's not what this is about."

"Is it not?" Evan challenges, narrowing his eyes. "Because from where I'm standing you just took away my only chance of getting the only thing I wanted."

Barty feels at a loss, his mouth so dry he fears he might dry-heave. The only thing I wanted. "You couldn't expect me to stand by and watch him—."

"I didn't even want you to be here."

Barty stumbles back. "What?"

"I told you not to come," Evan advances, giving in to his anger. "Why can't you ever listen?"

Understanding finally dawns on him. "Did you know this was going to happen?" Barty frowns. "Is that why you asked me not to come?"

"Barty." Evan backpedals, a warning in his voice that Barty does not want to hear.

"You did," Barty says in disbelief, laughing wetly. "Oh, I'm so stupid. I wanted to help you, you know," his voice betrays how hurt he feels. Barty hates it. Wants to claw his throat out. "You were so excited about getting the first lead into where she is and I wanted... I wanted to be here for you because I always want to be at your side, but you—" Barty chokes, folding in on himself. He's going to be sick.

"Barty—" Evan tries, taking a step closer and raising a hand like he's trying to soothe a scared animal.

"You'd have let him do anything he wanted, wouldn't you? To get what you wanted." Barty realises.

"Not anything," Evan's tone is careful.

Barty can't believe he's listening to this.

"What about me?"

"What about you?"

"Did you just expect me to be fine with him touching you? With him kissing you?"

"He didn't kiss me."

"But he would've tried."

"You don't know that."

"And you would've let him." Barty accuses.

Evan doesn't say anything.

That's enough of an answer.

Barty feels his eyes flooding with tears he refuses to shed, his body trembling in anger. "I can't do this."

"Barty." It's the first time Evan has ever sounded scared. "This isn't how things were supposed to go down, okay? I'm not saying I'm not pissed over losing my first chance at some real information, but—"

Barty laughs with no humour. "I can't believe you think that's the problem here."

"I lost my sister, Barty. I need to find her." Barty understands that. There's little he wouldn't do to help him, but Pandora isn't here. Barty is. "We can talk about this later. When you're clear-headed."

"There's nothing to talk about, Evan. You would have cheated on me just to get a fucking piece of paper."

"I would never cheat on you."

"Are you daft? What do you think letting another man kiss you means?"

"It wouldn't have meant anything. If it was the only way I was getting what I wanted then why does it matter?"

"Why does it matter? Why the fuck does it matter?" Barty laughs and then he laughs some more. It's the only thing stopping him from bursting into tears. He desperately tries to cling to his rightful anger. He can't even look at him.

"Barty."

He doesn't know how many times Evan calls his name before he can finally look up. He'd been so scared to look at Evan and see no emotion on his face. See that what everyone had been warning him about was true. That Evan doesn't care. Not nearly as much as Barty does.

Except, there's finally a crack on Evan's facade and Barty can finally breathe. He cares. He cares. He cares.

"You know I love you."

A tear falls.

For the first time, Barty doesn't try to claw it off his face.

"You have a funny way of showing it."

"So do you," Evan reminds him firmly. "What did you think was going to happen? That I was going to swoon and thank you for defending my honour?" He scoffs. "I can take care of myself. I don't need you to defend me."

All Barty hears is I don't need you. I don't need you.

"You have certainly made that clear."

"But I want you." Sometimes, it's scary how well Evan can read his mind. "There's a difference."

Barty isn't sure there is. "Not enough."

"But it is, though." Evan insists. "I've never wanted anything as much as I want you."

Barty deflates. "Maybe it's not enough for me."

Evan's expression falls so fast that it gives Barty whiplash. "What do you mean by that?"

"I need you to need me back," Barty has never sounded so small in his life. It's pathetic.

"That's not healthy," Evan points out.

Barty can't believe this is what concerns him. "I never claimed to be."

"Baby," Evan tries again.

"Don't," he takes another step back. "Don't pull that on me."

"I won't do it again, okay?" Evan backtracks completely. "It won't happen again."

Barty wants those words to fix everything so badly, but it doesn't erase the hurt. The knowledge in the back of his mind that he knows Evan would do anything to get what he wants. It's what he's always done. And Barty has always admired that so much in him. His ruthlessness. How it calls out to Barty's own rage. How it makes them fit so well together. Now, he's not sure it does.

Barty would also go to any length to get what he wants, but never if it would damage Evan. Not if it would jeopardise what they have. Had. Because Evan has always been what Barty cares about the most.

He feels like he's been stabbed when he realises that the feeling is not mutual. Barty's an open wound. Gushing around all his hurt. He would've rather it be his blood.

(shout out to @ecstarry who read/edited this after i wrote it on a whirlwind <3)

Feb 6 - Deter - @rosekillermicrofic - wc: 556

Evan should have known better than to bring Barty to the company party. It wasn’t that he didn’t want him there—it was just that Barty had one setting when alcohol, crowds, and Evan were involved: handsy.

The moment they walked into the lavishly decorated venue, Barty had already started. A warm hand on Evan’s lower back, sliding lower before Evan swatted it away. A whispered “You look fucking edible in this suit, love,” pressed against his ear as Barty’s fingers trailed down his arm. Evan barely managed to shoot him a warning glance before they were intercepted by his colleagues.

Evan smiled tightly as he shook hands with his boss. Professional. Normal. Not about to have his boyfriend feel him up in front of half the department.

Barty, unfortunately, didn’t get the memo.

While Evan made polite conversation, Barty’s fingers found the inside of his wrist, tracing circles like he was bored. Then, as Evan reached for a flute of champagne from a passing tray, a bold palm pressed against the small of his back—fingertips just barely brushing over the fabric of his trousers.

Evan sucked in a sharp breath and turned to glare. “Stop.”

Barty grinned, unrepentant. “Stop what?” he murmured, voice too low for anyone else to hear.

Evan plastered on a fake smile and took a sip of his drink, using the motion to subtly step out of Barty’s orbit.

That should do it, he thought. He can behave for one evening, right?

Wrong.

Minutes later, when Evan was stuck listening to an overly long-winded story from one of the finance executives, he felt it. A soft brush of fingers over the back of his hand. Innocent enough. Then, as he shifted to adjust his grip on his champagne glass, Barty took the opportunity to slide his fingers between Evan’s, squeezing lightly.

Evan shot him another sharp look, which Barty met with an infuriating smirk, sipping his own drink like he had all the time in the world.

By the time they made it to the buffet table, Evan thought he had finally escaped. He was in line, picking out some overpriced cheese and debating whether it was worth explaining to Barty that no, he could not just steal the bottle of champagne from the bar, when—

Barty’s hand slipped into his back pocket.

“Are you serious?” Evan hissed, barely resisting the urge to elbow him.

Barty just hummed, far too pleased with himself. “Just keeping my hand warm.”

“Get. It. Out.”

“Make me.”

Evan set his plate down, turned to fully face him, and in his calmest, most menacing voice, said, “If you can keep your hands to yourself for the next hour, I’ll let you do whatever you want after we leave.”

Barty’s eyes darkened. “Anything?”

Evan smirked. “Anything.”

Barty let out a low whistle, like he was considering it, before he withdrew his hand, stepping back like a very well-behaved menace.

Evan sighed in relief, finally able to grab his plate again.

Of course, an hour later, as soon as they stepped out of the building and into the cool night air, Barty was on him like a starved man.

“Time’s up,” Barty murmured against his lips, pressing him up against the nearest wall.

Evan let himself be kissed, smirking against his mouth. Yeah, he was in trouble.

And they were roommates :)

Trust them to be the only ones not knowing they're dating yet. Regulus, Dorcas and Pandora be watching on the side, betting on whether they're gonna figure out their feelings before the end of their school years or not.

Honestly, at that point, even the Gryffindors have joined the bet. Months ago. Lost. And then have the time to bet again. Remus is betting they're gonna get married before finding out they're in love.

Oblivious Rosekiller for the win, always :]

Btw I headcannon Barty as taller (and tall, TALL, like, Remus level tall) no one is gonna change my mind. Maybe Evan is a bit too tall in this drawing, even.

More rosekiller 🖤 this time it's sticker

More rosekiller 🖤 this time it's sticker

do you think they're in love? -hm yeah, me too.

Blackswan my beloveds < 3 Druella and Cygnus’s engagement photo, likely taken circa,,, 1943? 1944 at the latest

Rosekiller being cute for once in their lifetime

You can be certain Evan decided he was done with other people, went to sleep on the couch, and Barty just slumped on top of him.

Anyway, it's my first post here, I don't have much more to post yet, but don't worry it'll come :]

Barty and Evan both think with their heads.

Evan thinks with the one attached to his neck, while Barty with the one between his legs.

😭😔

Forget Me Not - Sirius' perspective

Villain And Violent, Infant And Innocent

A/N: I always wondered how some fmn's events would have played out if we'd been given Sirius' point of view. Therefore, I took the liberty to, as of now, write one of them. This takes place sometimes after Remus arrived at the fortress and shortly before Sirius confronts him inside the gardens.

“And you? How are you holding up?” James asks, twirling the flat stone in his hand.

Leaning against the knobby branches of the wooden fence, Sirius watches as he lets the stone skip over the stream’s slow water with one sharp flick of his wrist. After two quick jumps, the pebble vanishes beneath the clear surface, joining its kin on the gritty riverbed.

“The usual”, he answers airily, waving a dismissive hand. “Sneaking about, eavesdropping on the maids, wreaking havoc in the kitchens, breaking every rule possible. Nothing you haven’t heard of. If this fortress is haunted, then I am its ghost.”