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rosekiller is my roman empire

[mina-logan]

[stngtchi]

hi.

[keksikart]

My rosekiller

[rosekillersums]

evan rosier the beauty you are.......

[shvepsalex]

Joker/Harley rosekiller au

[shvepsalex]

doomed kiss

[thefoxholecast]

Jean grabbing Jeremy's chin in The Golden Raven

[zombiecowboy65]

Jeremy wanting to be chosen so badly and then getting one of the most possessive guys on the planet is taking me out so badly. “You showered again/ different cologne” / “they are not your partners!” / “I will choose you everytime” . Idk how he’s still standing honestly

[bisexualcroissant]

jerejean said what if we didn’t kiss but showed our unwavering care for one another through the little things. gentle touches, fixing ties and collars. jean giving jeremy a safeword in case he needed to leave the banquet. jean holding jeremy’s wrist, his chin, wanting to memorise how jeremy’s leg felt pressed against him. jeremy’s heart beating so hard he was sure jean could hear it. jeremy moving into his room so jean wouldn’t be alone because he said it was too quiet by himself. jean thinking that the sound of jeremy’s breath warmed the parts of him the sun couldn’t touch. jean noticing when jeremy’s smiles aren’t real and when he’s himself again. there you are. jeremy refusing to give up on jean and jean refusing to let jeremy self-sabotage. jean’s belief in jeremy, simple and unhesitating. you are you.

[jhsjykwpdw]

protective jean & his partner!!!!!

[major-toast]

During their time in Hogwarts, Barty must have sent at least one howler describing in full detail what he would like to do to Evan that night in case the pretty blonde was once again ignoring him. Do not ask me when or how that happened, how many other students witnessed the howler going off, and what happened afterwards. All I know is, that it - in fact - did happen.

[del-stars]

there are two evan rosiers to me. and i love fucking freak evan, dearly. i love batshit insane, obsessed-with-each-other rosekiller. i love evan who is unhealthily infatuated with barty and dissects dead animals and is joined at the hip to pandora.

but i also adore shy evan, isolated evan, evan who has never learned how to communicate his emotions and so has just convinced himself that he doesn't have any. evan who feels like he's pulling out his own teeth every time he tries to have a conversation with someone. evan and barty who seem to just keep missing each other, who communicate through bitten lips and icy stares across a room. evan whose best friend is regulus black, because they can spend hours in silence together, and they'll never ask one another what's wrong. evan who only gets barty when he's drunk or too horny. evan who thinks he's just not made to be anybody's first choice. evan who can't see anything about himself that anyone would like.

[untitled30218]

evan who is the only person barty is nice to, barty who is the only person evan is mean to

[my-castles-crumbling]

promise - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 229

"I'm going to end you," eleven-year-old Barty Crouch growled to Evan Rosier, furious the other boy got the bed by the window before him.

"I welcome it," Evan smirked at him, offering a hand. "I'm Evan. Nice to meet you."

-

"I'm gonna fucking kill you," thirteen-year-old Evan rolled his eyes at Barty, angry that the other boy had once again taken the last of the chocolate cake at dinner.

"Go right ahead," Barty replied thickly, cake still in his mouth.

-

"Oh, I'm going to murder you," fifteen-year-old Barty snarked at Evan, holding up his favorite t-shirt, which now had a giant stain. "Stop stealing my stuff!"

"Make me," Evan retorted, eyes rolling.

-

"I'm going to hex your prick off!" sixteen-year-old Evan screamed at Barty, fuming that Barty had once again walked in on him when he'd brought back a girl to their dorm.

"Go ahead!" Barty yelled back, emotion that Evan didn't understand filling his eyes.

-

"Oh, Rosie. I'm gonna destroy you," eighteen-year-old Barty grinned down at Evan, hovering over the other boy, pinning his hands to the bed with his own, their lips inches away from each other.

"Promise?" Evan asked with a suggestive smirk, moving his hips a bit to make Barty gasp.

And their lips crashed together, a tangle of tongues and teeth and heat and seven years' worth of built-up tension.

[charlie-jl]

Rosekiller

Lyrics from "never 4get me" from the don't cry just do EP

"Fast As You Can" (tattoo) by Fiona Apple

Extras:

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[bri-cheeses]

| May 11th | Technically this is the prompt for May 12th though | Prompt: Kiss | Word Count: 827 | @rosekillermicrofic |

“Barty,” Evan whined, stretching a hand up to where Barty was dangling Evan’s notebook over his head, “give it back!”

Barty grinned and raised the notebook higher. “Why d’you want it so much? Got something in here you don’t want me to see?”

The truth is, Evan did have something in there he didn’t want Barty to see—countless sketches of quick green eyes, a slim nose, a devilish grin, and beautiful brown hair. Which, of course, all came together to form drawings of the boy in front of him, who could open the notebook at any time and see those mortifying doodles.

So, he did one of the things he did best.

“No,” Evan lied. It came out only slightly unconvincing.

“You know what?” Barty’s thoughtful tone of voice caused Evan’s stomach to sink. “I think that you do have something in here you don’t want me to see.”

Evan sucked in a breath. “Barty.” His voice was low and dangerous. “I swear to Merlin, if you don’t give me that notebook right now—”

“Alright, alright, relax,” Barty laughed. Evan had always loved his laugh, but he wouldn’t lie and say that it didn’t make him feel slightly nervous at this specific moment in time.

“I propose a trade,” continued Barty. “You give me something, and I’ll give the notebook back.”

Narrowing his eyes at him, Evan gave Barty an assessing look. It was very likely he was telling the truth and that he really would give Evan’s notebook back, but it was almost as equally likely that he wouldn’t. So Evan considered the risk, weighing both options in his head, then made his decision.

“What would I have to give you in return?” He asked.

Barty’s eyes gleamed.

“You’d have to give me…” he paused, ever the one for dramatics, “….a kiss.”

Evan felt his eyes widen, and he felt the need to check if his ears were working properly. “Sorry?”

“I said, you’d have to give me a kiss.”

“And—” Evan paused, “and why would you want me to give you a kiss?”

Barty’s expression grew more serious. The way he held eye contact with him made Evan blush, a rush of heat warming his face.

“I think you know why,” Barty said. His voice was intense and filled the space between them easily. Evan blushed harder.

“Then I suppose… that I would like that trade.” Evan winced at his words; he sounded like an idiot. But, after all, he was an idiot—just a love-struck one.

Barty’s grin returned and he swayed forward slightly, arm lowering the notebook. “Then what are you waiting for?”

Good question. What was Evan waiting for? Barty was here, right in front of him, and he wanted a kiss from Evan.

So Evan grabbed the collar of Barty’s shirt and tugged him forward, bringing his mouth down to his own.

Barty’s lips were soft and demanding as he stretched out his hands to grab Evan’s waist, then pulled his body towards his own. His strong grip caused an explosion of uninvited butterflies in Evan’s stomach.

Evan reached up a hand and threaded it through Barty’s hair, gasping against his lips. His eyes were closed, but he could feel Barty’s desire in the way that he kissed—hard, explorative, and all-consuming.

Evan could’ve stayed there for hours, but they inevitably broke apart from one another some time later.

But Evan didn’t open his eyes, instead choosing to lean his forehead against Barty’s for several seconds afterwards. He had the worst feeling that this would all turn out to be some cruel joke Barty had decided to play, just to see how things would turn out. Evan was afraid that if he opened his eyes, everything would simply slip away, the way dreams did after waking up in the morning.

“Evan,” Barty whispered. His mouth was still close enough to Evan’s that he could feel him speaking. “Look at me.”

Despite his apprehension, Evan lifted his head and opened his eyes shyly.

Barty’s beautiful face greeted him, his expression wrought with wonder. He looked slightly dazed, too, and Evan realized with no small amount of pleasure that Barty was still clinging to him tightly.

“Bee,” he breathed, looking into Barty’s eyes.

Barty seemed to share the unspoken sentiment and his mouth curved into a soft smile.

“I’ve been waiting ages to do that,” Barty confessed.

Evan mirrored his smile, an intense feeling of joy spreading out from his middle and to the tips of his fingers and toes.

“Me too,” he said. Then he added playfully, “We should do that more often.”

Barty huffed a small laugh and, using his convenient hand placement on Evan’s hips, tugged him forward until their chests were a hairbreadth from touching.

“I think,” he said lowly, lowering his mouth until he was murmuring against Evan’s lips, “that you are correct.”

And then he crashed their lips together once more, clearly eager to start testing Evan’s theory.

[panchashire]

Someone buy barty brown contacts