CW: nothing really, just legilimency being used and that may be creepy if you think about it.
Evan is an incredible lover.
Not only is he incredibly kind despite his rough exterior, he is also smart, generous, an amazing listener…
Oh and he always knows exactly what you need because he can use legilimency.
He keeps this from you and Barty for quite some time. He actually taught himself after reading about it for weeks. He used his insomnia to his advantage, spending many sleepless nights studying and researching until he could in fact pull it off.
Once he mastered it, he practiced on you two the most.
Well, he actually mostly practiced on you. He tried to steer clear of Barty’s thoughts because they were either a) unintelligible or b) vile.
He practiced and practiced until he could hear your thoughts from nearly anywhere in the castle.
You hungry? He would find you and bring you something he smuggled from the kitchens. Bored? He would drag Barty along with him to find you and keep you company. Forgot to write a paper? That's alright because he saw it in your mind and wrote it for you.
It is a strange sort of invasion, but he thinks that there is nothing more romantic or intimate.
The only reason you and Barty find out is because he started to get so good, he would actually answer your thoughts out loud.
Where’s my potions notebook?
“You left it in the common room.”
Should I wear a skirt or jeans today?
“Jeans, we’re going to Hogsmeade and it’ll be raining.”
Hey, Evie?
“Yes?”
You had finally caught him. He looked up from his work and caught your eye.
“I knew it!” you exclaimed. “I knew you were reading our minds!”
This caught the attention of Barty who was lounging atop your bed. He sat up quickly and snapped his head toward you. “What?”
“Evan,” you explained, “Has been reading our minds. He just answered me when I thought about saying his name.”
Evan looked like a naughty kid who had been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to. Well, he was kind of a naughty kid who was doing something he wasn’t supposed to, he was in your head!
“That’s perverted!” Barty shrieked.
“The only perversion is what you’ve got going on in that bell tower.” Evan said pointedly to Barty. The brunette gaped at him
“How long have you been able to do this?” you asked.
“Uh, about three months.” Evan answered you.
“Three months!” Barty shrieked yet again. “You’ve been keeping a secret from us for three months? Normally we get you to break within a few days,” he looked at you and shook his head, “We’re off our game.”
You rolled your eyes. “Could you teach me?” you asked him.
“Teach you- wait you’re not mad?” He asked.
“No, I'm not mad.” you said. “Well maybe I’m a little mad that you didn’t tell me sooner. Imagine it,” you started, “We could all be talking all day long! We could just think about things and it would be so easy to be together even if we’re apart.”
Evan smiled, it was cute to think that you wanted to spend time inside his mind.
“Yeah! I like that idea.” Barty chimed in.
“No, not you.” Evan replied quickly. “I don’t wanna hear that,” he said, motioning to Barty’s head, “at all times.”
“What?!” Barty scoffed.
You giggled in reply.
“However, I’ll gladly teach you, love bug.” Evan said, pulling you down into his lap as your giggles continued
That is not fair Barty thought.
“Cry about it, Jr.” Evan answered aloud.
“Not fair!” Barty repeated his cry.
very short but I just wanted to get back into the habit of writing and finishing SOMETHING dear lord
Hello luv! Could you possibly do poly!rosekiller x reader who has a problem with picking. Like she just loves picking her nails or her face or cuts or whatever haha
sure, at the risk of starting another haterpocalypse. may I present to Tumblr for the very first time ever, a never before seen rare ship that no one has ever done before, entirely my own unique original idea, a very niche concept that has never been seen before in the history of all fan fiction:
poly!rosekiller x anxious!reader who picks at her nails [866 words]
CW: anxiety, reference to reader working with a doctor re anxiety, medications, bleeding, hurt/comfort & fluff
You were actually so consumed by the increasingly blurry screen in front of you that Evan’s reproachful oi startled you so greatly that your knee whacked loudly (and painfully) against the bottom of the kitchen table, threatening to overturn both your tea and Barty’s coffee.
“Christ, Rosie, what is your problem?” Barty hissed as he made to stabilise a vase of flowers in the middle of the table.
“She’s at it again.” Evan tattled, causing you to quickly rip your hands away from your mouth and hide them in your lap, but the way Barty’s head spun towards you told you all that you needed to know; it was too late - you’d been outed.
“Alright, that’s it.” Barty declared quickly, slamming your laptop shut in front of you. “You’re done.”
“But-”
“Nope.” He cut you off, standing in order to pull out your chair and forcing you to stand lest he actually dump you out of it. “Done, capiche, finite. Get lost.”
“Barty…”
“C’mere, poppet.” Evan offered then, putting aside his book and holding his hand out for you in invitation, and the welcoming prospect of joining him in his lounge chair won against any residual dismay from being yelled at.
You accepted his hand which saw you curled up in his lap in the very next second as he inspected your - now shredded - nail beds; your body felt horribly warm when he tsked at you.
“Look what you’ve done, pet; you’re bleeding.” He cooed, and the distress in his tone almost counterbalanced his disappointment in you.
Almost.
“M’sorry.” You murmured, earning you another tsk in response as he gently thumbed over the raw skin surrounding your nails, an indent between his brows you thought might be growing permanent between dealing with you and dealing with Barty.
“You should be, mauling my poor girl.” He turned his eyes to you, then, causing your traitorous eyes to sting and your bottom lip to jut out in a pout that he quickly pressed his lips to.
“You were told to stop looking if it was stressing you out, sweets.” He reminded you gently; lips still hovering over yours should you need him to kiss away another pout.
“I know.” You whispered.
You weren’t even aware what you were doing until Evan’s hands tightened around your own near painfully.
“Stop it.” He hissed. “Stop picking.”
“M’sorry.” You offered again; he must’ve heard the breathy tone laced through your words because his grip loosened minutely before he pressed another deep, lingering kiss to your lips, only pulling away once you let out the breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding.
“I know you are, poppet. But you need to stop.”
You were saved from having to respond by Barty returning, pulling one of the footstools over to sit in front of you with a tray of…things.
“What’re you doing?” Evan asked him on your behalf.
“Give ‘em here.” Barty ordered in lieu of responding. Evan didn’t seem to mind, however, handing over your hands he had imprisoned within his own.
You quickly wiped your cheek against your clothed shoulder, prompting Evan to wipe at the few tears managing to escape from your lashes as you sat up; hands occupied as you watched Barty dip a paintbrush into a bowl of white paint.
No, not white paint: definitely not white paint you deduced as the cool, viscous liquid touched your hands.
“What is this?”
“A remedy.” Barty replied, looking up from his current task only when you threatened to pull your hands away at his unanswered question. “It’s glue, treasure. If you’re so hell bent on picking, don’t let it be at your sodding nails.”
You looked back down when Barty pulled away, some of the white material already fading to a translucent shade of your skin.
You held a pointer finger up to Evan, getting about an inch away from his nose before he was circling your wrist with his hand to keep you from making a mess of him.
“Fuckin’ Hell, bee; d’you really think this was a good idea?”
“You got a better one?” Barty asked as he theatrically whipped out an embellished hand fan you didn’t even know he owned let alone where he was hiding it in the house without breaking his serious facade.
“Once it’s all dry, you can peel it away; better than your skin, yeah?” Barty asked, smiling at you softly.
“Yeah.” You agreed on an exhale, the ball of anxiety loosening slightly in your chest as you held your hands aloft.
“Then maybe we’ll book another appointment to talk to your doctor about your meds, hm?” Evan offered then; thumb pulling at your lip the second it slipped between your teeth at the thought of going back to the doctors.
“D’you want me to come with you, tres?”
You looked over at Barty as if considering it before he rolled his eyes good naturedly. “I swear to God I’ll behave - won’t even threaten anybody.”
“Okay…thank you, Bee.”
His smile turned beaming before he was bringing his face to yours, pressing a kiss to your lips and smiling into it as he heard you peel the first layer of glue from your hands.
Hi love!! Could i request Fem reader x Evan x barty smut?? like they are a group of friends, i’m thinking she’s Evans gryffindor girlfriend. She hangs out with them, and then on of the skittles gets a drug that makes them horny, they all start to leave, Evan and her start making out and when barty gets up to leave they just tell him to stay. Please please pleaseeee
poly!rosekiller smut: the wrong drug
cw: mmf, p in v, oral (male and female receiving), mentions of drug use and after affects, praise praise praise!
you weren’t supposed to stay this late.
it had been a lazy afternoon with the skittles, half the group sprawled on conjured cushions in the back of the old quidditch stands, passing bottles, laughing too loud. someone had smuggled in firewhisky, someone else had gotten their hands on a flower that barty claimed was “maybe like a stimulant? maybe like a mood enhancer? we’ll find out.”
you should’ve known. anything barty gets from the strange men in diagon alley was not to be trusted.
because two hours later, the sun dipping low, the group had thinned—people slipping off with flushed cheeks and muttered excuses. regulus had stalked off to his head boy room with a pillow over his crotch, and pandora had left ages ago in search of xeno. you, of course, thought they were being dramatic; though it didn’t take a genius to clock that the potion barty brought wasn’t just a mild stimulant. it was a full-body furnace. and now it was just the three of you left: you, your boyfriend evan, and barty crouch jr., sitting too still, too quiet, like he was trying not to combust.
evan’s eyes had been on you all night, blue and dark with something hungry. he looked too good in the fading light—his dark golden skin glowing, white-blonde hair a little messy from when you’d tugged it earlier, teasing. his fingers were twitching against your thigh, like he was barely holding himself back.
“everyone’s gone,” you murmured, breath catching as his hand slid higher, fingertips brushing under your skirt. “should we go too?”
evan smirked. “we should.”
he didn’t move.
you leaned in to kiss him, soft at first, but it lit like a match. he groaned, fingers digging into your waist as he kissed you harder, his mouth hot and demanding, tongue sweeping in like he needed to taste everything. you moaned into it, hips shifting closer, thighs spreading on instinct.
barty made a sound—half cough, half scoff—as he stood abruptly, brushing grass off his pants. “i’ll give you two a minute.”
“don’t,” evan said, not looking up, still kissing you. “stay.”
barty froze. “what?”
you pulled back slightly, lips swollen, eyes heavy-lidded. “stay,” you echoed, voice soft but sure. “if you want.”
barty blinked, then slowly sat down again, green eyes locked on where evan’s hand was now sliding between your legs. his voice was hoarse. “this a regular thing you offer your friends? weirdos.”
evan chuckled against your throat, biting gently. “only the ones we trust. the ones we want."
you spread your thighs wider, letting evan press his fingers against the soaked fabric of your knickers. “it’s the potion,” you breathed. “makes everything feel hotter. might as well give in, b.”
barty’s eyes darkened. “yeah,” he muttered. “might as well...”
“you gonna just sit there and watch?” evan asked, voice lazy but firm. “or are you gonna help?”
barty didn’t answer with words. he crossed the space between you in seconds, mouth slanting over yours with a kind of restraint that made your whole body ache. where evan was all heat and hunger, barty kissed like he wanted to learn every inch of you through touch—soft, slow, fucking devastating. your hips jerked as evan finally pushed your panties aside, two fingers sliding through your wetness.
“fuck, she’s soaked,” evan muttered, watching barty kiss you. “you like being shared, baby?”
you nodded, dizzy. “love being wanted.”
“that you do,” evan said, voice tight with affection, before lowering his head and licking a slow stripe up your inner thigh. he sucked a bruise just beside your panties, then pulled them down and tossed them aside. "we want you so bad. isn't that right, junior?"
barty sat back on his heels, watching as evan spread your legs and buried his face between them. your gasp was sharp, back arching as his tongue flicked over your clit, rough and practiced. you fisted your hand in his hair, hips bucking helplessly.
“he always this good with his mouth?” barty murmured, running a hand through his brown and green hair.
“usually better.” you managed, before he caught your chin and kissed you again—this time rougher, more possessive. you whimpered into it as evan licked deeper, tongue pressing inside your cunt, groaning like you were his last fucking meal.
barty tugged your shirt up and off, exposing your bare chest to the warm air. his hands were gentler than you expected, thumbs brushing your nipples until they peaked under his touch. “so pretty like this,” he whispered. “fuck.”
evan pulled off just long enough to murmur, “get her ready. i want her full.”
you whined, legs trembling. “please, ev. need you—both of you.”
barty looked at you, flushed and wild, then pulled his wand and conjured lube with a flick. his fingers were long, careful as he slipped one into your soaked cunt beside evan’s tongue, then two, scissoring you open while evan sucked your clit mercilessly.
you were shaking when they finally stopped, skin flushed, pussy aching.
“on your knees, doll.” evan said, voice rough. you obeyed, breathless, the ground cool beneath you as barty pulled his cock free—thick, flushed, already leaking. he stroked himself slowly, watching your mouth open for him, eyes blown wide with lust.
evan slid behind you, his cock hard and slick as he pressed into your cunt, inch by inch, until you were full to the hilt. “fuck, you’re tight,” he grunted, hands gripping your hips. “you were made for my cock, hmm?”
you moaned, then gagged softly as barty slid into your mouth, hips shallow as he fucked your throat slow, eyes fixed on yours. you were wrecked—full at both ends, caught between them, every nerve ending on fire.
evan fucked into you with brutal, perfect rhythm, slapping into your soaked cunt, muttering filth under his breath. “that’s it, baby, take me—take both of us—so fucking good, so fuckable like this.”
barty’s hand cradled your jaw as he fucked your mouth. “such a good girl,” he said softly, like praise. “so eager for it.”
you were shaking, sobbing around his cock, your orgasm building like a storm. evan felt it—his pace quickened, slamming into you harder, groaning. “come on, love, come on my cock—wanna feel you squeeze me.”
you shattered, coming with a cry, body locking down tight around evan’s cock as your throat fluttered around barty. evan spilled inside you with a growl, hips jerking, fingers digging bruises into your waist.
barty pulled out just before he came, stroking himself over your tongue, groaning as he painted your lips and chin with hot ropes of cum.
you collapsed between them, panting, ruined, every inch of you tingling from the aftershocks.
evan pressed kisses to your spine, sweet and dizzy. “you alright, sweetheart?”
you nodded, dazed. “better than.”
barty squeezes your chin and rubs your cheek with his thumb. "i ought to buy some more of that, aye?"
Cw: boys dress up reader, d/s dynamics bc it’s Evan, objectification kinda? Boys treat reader like a doll essentially
🥀
You feel like a doll.
Standing on the plush emerald rug in the middle of your walk in closet, frilly panties and a matching bra are your only cover while your boyfriends hold up various clothing articles to your body and debate which one you’re wearing for dinner.
This isn’t a new occurrence. Date night means the boys get to play dress up with you. It’s an agreed thing that you practically signed up for when getting into a relationship with them. But no matter how often they do it, it doesn’t stop a certain heat from seeping into your cheeks.
They love to dote on you, spoil you excessively if you will. It was hard to accept at first. The lavish gifts and constant attention, but you’ve learned to love it. To expect it.
That doesn’t mean you don’t like to push the boundaries of their playtime a little bit.
“I think the velvet goes best with those little white socks. The ones with the lace.” Evan murmurs, brows furrowed and deep in thought as he eyes a black velvet babydoll dress. Probably too short to be appropriate but that’s never deterred them. As Barty has said numerous times ‘you can wear whatever you like, treasure. We can fight.’
While they’re distracted you stray from your set position on the rug, thumbing through a few items and attempting to pull out a different dress when you feel a hand batting yours away. And then another pulling you back to the middle of the room and straightening up your posture.
“I told you to stand still, poppet.” Evan says, an unimpressed scowl on his lips. His grip on your arm while not harsh is firm.
A petulant huff escapes your lips, shoulders slouching forward in defiance before Evan quickly pushes them back into to place with heavy palms
“Was just looking…” You murmur, a bit embarrassed at his chastising and manhandling. But you know Evan takes this dress up time very seriously. It’s almost amusing how dedicated he is to dolling you up.
“And you know the rules,” he chides.
“Don’t you get yourself in trouble now, tres.” Barty snickers, currently bent at the waist and rummaging through a box of socks and stockings.
You grumble under you breath but quickly right yourself when you catch the look Evan is giving you. He’s silent but it rings loud.
Strike one.
With a swallow you look down to your fingers, twisting them and avoiding his gaze. “Okay. I’ll stay still,” you concede.
A soft pinch to your hip startles you. “You better. Would hate for you to get to strike three on date night,” he muses.
“Okay, well you don’t have to be mean about it,” you joke, half flustered and barely keeping it together at his thinly veiled threat.
The corner of his lip twitches up. His pinches your chin between his fingers and swoops down to your height. “F’course I do. A little doll like you needs a firm hand, don’t you? Need to be taken care of and spoiled. And sometimes you need someone else to do thinking for you. Cause you’re just a little doll, hmm?” He coos, the sound so condescending yet sweet that it has your head swimming in ditzy confusion.
Before you can even fully process how fuzzy you feel, Evan is back to his outfit searching. Paying no mind to your flustered state.
It’s safe to say you’re quite docile for the rest of their ‘playtime.’
summary: you tell your vampire bfs to feed on you while you guys are making out(?) it's strange you'll figure it out
warnings: blood, vampires feeding on a human (🫵), blood kink😁, what else um, I didn't write sex I just wrote a little kissy kissy, Evan says I'm sorry about seven times, finger sucking love me a good finger sucking, a little short 😁
You hated to say it but your boyfriends were kind of strange. You could never have cute outside dates. No picnics, no apple picking, nothing with the sun. The number of dates you had after sundown. They even set up a picnic outside in the dark lit with candles to make up for them not able to make it to the first one. They both would stare at you on your front doorstep until you asked if they wanted to come in. Which you thought was strange because why didn’t they just come in already? It’s not like you were strangers. Furthermore, they both had a garlic allergy. This was quite interesting because who on earth had a garlic garlic allergy and how did they find each other like that?
Months went by and your relationship just got stronger. You eventually asked them if they ever thought of feeding on you. Barty made a large show of saying no but Evan on the other hand, stayed silent. You ignored Barty obviously overselling it and raised an eyebrow at Evan. He pressed his hand to his mouth, drawing your attention to his long sharp nails and you wondered how you hadn’t piece it together before.
So when Barty and Evan both sat you down and told you they were vampires, you weren’t totally shocked. You obviously weren’t expecting it but it’s not like you were dropping your jaw in shock.
You said, “Yeah, makes sense.” They were more shocked by your not-shock than you were shocked by their vampirism. After they got over their surprise, they said you could leave if you wanted to. They understood if you were uncomfortable. You told them they were batshit insane if they thought you were going to leave. You also pointed out your awesome pun that they didn’t seem to enjoy as much as you did.
You never asked them if they wanted to feed on you while you were sleeping together but that didn’t stop you from fantasizing about it. You could imagine the tingling in your head as you straddled Barty. You could imagine his blissed-out face from being full. You could imagine Evan with a small smile pinching at his lips because of his slipping hunger. Their bodies warm with your blood.
“Once or twice, but two vamps on one poor soul like you would be a lot on your body. It’s not really a logical idea, however fantasy…” Evan let his sentence trail off.
A week later was the first time they fed on you. You actually quite liked it. Barty drank from your neck and Evan sank his fangs into your arm. You thought you would dislike the feeling, but it had a tingling sensation. You hummed and dropped back against the couch, breathing deeply. It’s almost like you could feel the blood traveling from your veins to their mouths. It reminded you of a hickey the way you could feel them sucking the skin around their fang punctures. When they were done it left you with a tingling buzz around your head that reminded you of Lily and Mary’s conjoined bachelorette party. You liked it and Evan and Barty liked it so it became a common occurrence. At least once a month you three settled on the couch.
Then one night, you were kneeling on the bed with Evan behind you and Barty in front. Evan was kissing down your neck as Barty started sucking a hickey into your side. Barty’s hands were pressed to your ass, while Evan’s were trailing around your torso. You had your eyes shut from the feeling of their mouths and hands traveling around your body. It felt like when you hid under the warm covers in the dead of winter. You were pulled from your thoughts as you felt a stinging pain in your neck where Evan’s mouth was. You sucked in a gasp, making Evan pull away.
Evan started whispering apologies, making Barty pull away too. Your hand slowly traveled to your neck, dabbing the spot you felt the sting from. You pulled your hand back to see your fingertips wet with your blood.
“You bit me.” You whispered. Barty tugged your wrist down, staring at your fingers. Evan shook his head, furiously wiping at your neck to get rid of the evidence but just smearing your blood around.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to. I just- I could feel your pulse under my tongue. I shouldn’t have I know, I know but I just couldn’t help it. You taste so good, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Evan whispered, still wiping at your neck. You could feel the temperature difference between where the air was chilling the blood on your throat. You thought for a moment, trying to decide what you were going to say next.
“Keep going.”
“Hm?” Your eye twitched. You hated repeating yourself.
“Feed on me.” You whispered, tilting your head back to look at Evan. Evan squinted at you with surprise.
You leaned further back into Evan's chest, slipping arms over his shoulders. Barty kept his mouth on your hip, sucking hickeys into the skin there. You worried their mouths would get tired but as the blood drained from your body so did the logic.
“You want us to feed on you while we’re fucking?” Barty asked. You looked down at him. He was sat on his heels. Instead of repeating your words, you slipped your blood-soaked fingers past Barty’s lips. Barty’s eyes fluttered as he accepted your fingers. He pushed his lips just past your first knuckle from the tips, swirling his tongue around your prints.
You tilted your head to the side as Evan’s mouth met your neck again. He wrapped his lips around the puncture and you could feel him sucking on your neck just like on the couch. Barty soon pulled away from your fingers, dropping his mouth to your hip.
Eventually, they switched places. Evan started adding to a large array of hickies along your stomach and thighs while Barty licked at the bloody mess Evan left. Then he gently pulled your head to the other side digging his fangs into your neck. You’d rather not admit that you moaned at the feeling.
Later when your head had a buzz to it and your boys had their satiated smiles on, you three flopped back into bed. You were too tired to gracefully fall. Barty and Evan were too full to give a damn. All things considered, you liked having vampire strange boyfriends.
can we PLEASE talk about poly rosekiller but where reader and evan tagteam barty (cause you can't tell me that man wouldn't be an absolute slut, head over fucking heels, mouth open, legs spread, for the people he adores as much as evan and treasure)
and onto the actual tagteaming part
evan is downright filthy and rough asf as he doms, degrading barty and dragging him around by his hair. calling him pathetic and desperate (which barty definitely enjoys - the fuckin masochist)
but treasure is so sweet and gentle with him as she doms, praising him and calling him her good boy. petting his hair and giving him gentle kisses throughout, telling him how good he eats her out (while evan tells him he can surely do better than that). barty fucking melts under her because he's never treated this softly.
separately either one could break him down into a whimpering mess but together they absolutely destroy him. it's dizzying with praise going in one ear and degrading words going in the other. rough bite marks laved over affectionately with kisses. someone's keeping him from cumming while the other is stroking him until he feels like he's going to explode
it's a deadly combination - barty might not make it out alive - but he couldn't die any happier that's for sure.
no because the way he'd totally try to fight back with Evan (they're both so into it lol) and then he becomes a puddle of emotions under treasure's touch. Like Evan is reading him to fucking filth and Barty's nearly black and blue (consensually, they're deranged, probably drew blood too) but it's treasure's sweet coos and praises that has Barty folding like a lawn chair. He wants to be good for her so bad. Evan absolutely harasses him over it "you're fuckin' pathetic, aren't you? All she's gotta do is bat her eyelashes at you and you're a wreck." and treasure's there like "yes he's so good for me, isn't he???"
hi!! i was curious if you would write something that starts out with barty x reader and evan is just friends with both of them before feeling like he’s impeding on their relationship (a little bit angsty if you’re comfortable with that) but barty and reader tell him that he’s not impeding at all and they’re actually very interested in him joining their relationship (totes no worries if not!!)
pairing: poly!rosekiller x reader
summary: request above!
word count: 1.8k
a/n: thank you for your your request, this somehow came much easier to me than i thought it would? (i’m blaming the fact that they have been consuming my every thought since last week) not proofread btw
evan’s not sure when it started, when it started feeling less like evan hanging out with two of his close friends and more like evan third wheeling two of his closest friends.
he dislikes it, the change. it makes him feel silly, why does he want to spend this much time with two people who obviously have no obligation to him outside of friendship? (and why does he wish that would change?)
he watches you and barty stroll ahead of him in the streets of hogsmeade, inhibiting himself from increasing his walking speed to catch up to the two of you, to join in the boisterous laughter that you two share.
instead, he lets himself watch longingly of what he so wishes was his future. his eyes travel along the landscape of the small town, always finding his eyes making their way back to your shared figures ahead of him.
your hair catching the orange glare of the setting sun, comparable in brightness to the smile on barty’s face as he listens to you babble nonsensically about a novel you had been reading.
evan allows himself only a single moment to mourn, mourn a love he had never really had in the first place, but nonetheless mourn the loss.
he knew he could never tell either of you of his feelings, he had watched the both of you fall in love, the shared glances, lingering touches and lovesick gazes.
all of which he longed to experience yet knew that neither of you would ever reciprocate his feelings. so he tortured himself in spending his free time with you both, to limit suspicion, but ever so slightly, pulling away, tending to walk behind the both of you, instead of with, sitting behind the two of you in class but always paired with another classmate for projects. studying with the two of you in the library, but always leaving early with one or more excuses.
barty and you had noticed, of course you had, but chalked it up to evan only adjusting to the shift in dynamic between your trio. you both missed him dearly but never asked for him to stay in fear of pushing him further away.
and thus, in a viscious cycle, the three of you drifted further apart than ever before, each party too afraid of admitting that they missed the other and impeaching on unconscious boundaries.
however, as you and barty walk down hogsmeade, evan trailing behind the two of you like a glorified guard dog rather than your best friend, you murmur to your lover, “we need to talk to him” with a sad look.
barty turns to you with furrowed eyebrows, “what if he doesn’t want to talk?” he says and you can’t help but turn and pitifully look back at evan’s bored yet slightly sad expression.
“we have to try, i-we can’t lose him” you emphasize and barty nods in understanding before placing a hand on your cheek.
“we’ll talk with him when we reach the castle, okay angel?” he says with a soft murmur, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. you hum in acknowledgement before closing your eyes.
evan’s heart clenches at the sight of the two of you, so perfectly fit together, how could he ever compete? not that he wanted to, but he knew deep down that he would never be what either of you wanted nor needed and it was better to cut his losses than to have his heart broken unexpectedly.
as you reach the castle, you all make your way to the slytherin common room and up to barty and evan’s shared dorm. evan is about to make an excuse about studying in the library to avoid being alone with you two but before he can make his escape, your voice breaks the silence in the empty dorm.
“evan.” your tone is soft and calming, yet evan’s heart drops to his stomach, clenching painfully as he closes his eyes in an “oh fuck” moment.
he turns to you with a fake smile, beckoning you to continue, hoping whatever you’re going to say, it isn’t what he thinks it is.
“what’s going on?” so it’s exactly what he thinks it is, he doesn’t have to play into this, he doesn’t have to give you the answers you seek- “what’s what?” he asks as he shrugs, faking nonchalance at the situation.
you and barty share a look that has evan clenching his jaw, “you’re pulling away from us!” you accuse him. the silence that follows is defeaning, the only sound is evan’s sharp intake of breath.
“we don’t have to talk about this-“ evan says quickly as he looks alarmed at the both of you before barty scoffs.
“yes we fucking do” and there’s a ‘don’t argue with me’ tone in his voice. evan only avoids his gaze as he looks at his shoes and shrugs once again.
“it doesn’t matter-“ he says again with an avoidant tone, barty only growls in annoyance. “yes it fucking does evan! we miss you!” barty states loudly and evan can’t help but flinch as he meekly looks up and meets barty’s gaze.
you clench your jaw in hope that it stops the tears from welling in your eyes. “did we do something? to-make you uncomfortable?” your voice breaks midway and evan’s wide eyed gaze jumps to yours in alarm and worry at the tears in your eyes.
“no!-no.” he shakes his head with wide eyes, “fuck.” he says as he looks down again and blows out a breath as he rakes a hand through his messy blonde hair.
“it’s just-“ he blows out a frustrated breath. “i can’t do this” he shakes his head as his voice wobbles, you look at barty whose gaze is swimming in worry.
“evan” barty starts softly, in the same tone he uses just for you, evan flinches as he hears it and shakes his head again, this time more frantically as he pulls at his roots.
he looks at barty in an almost manic movement, looking comparably to a rabid animal backed into a corner. “don’t-“ he starts as he chokes up, “don’t use that fucking tone” he says as he wraps his arms around himself. “not-not when you use it with her, not when i know it doesn’t mean the same as thing” he stammers out as he backs himself more into the wall.
“evan” barty’s eyes soften and you look at him again before deciding to walk closer to evan, “is that what this is about?” you ask softly, your heart clenching as he withdraws from you further, not letting you come any further towards him.
“what else could it possibly be about!” he cries out and looks at the two of you, gaze jumping from both of your figures as tears fall steadily past his pale cheeks.
“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did-”
“evan..”
“-and i tried to pull away but it just kept getting worse and you guys started noticing but didn’t say anything-”
“evan.”
“-i was trying to get over it, it was only a small crush! i would have never broken that boundary between the two of you-”
“EVAN!” the yell breaks evan out of his rambling as he looks at barty in shock.
“why didn’t you tell us?” you ask softly as your lip wobbles, your arms finding their way around your midsection in an attempt to self soothe your anxiety.
“tell you?!” evan cries incredulously as if the idea was implausible. “yes” barty says stiffly. “because you two are together?! and you don’t feel the same! which is understandable because i’m not really anything you should want but!-”
“who said we didn’t like you?” barty asks sternly and evan’s almost ramble is cut short as he looks at barty dumbfounded before turning his gaze to look at you as if to ask ‘did you just hear what your boyfriend just said or am i going insane?’ to which you look pointedly at him.
“well?” you prompt with a quirked brow, still somewhat shaking from the fear bubbling under your skin.
“well- i mean- nobody? but it’s implied when two people are in a committed relationship that they’re not really on the market anymore-“ evan starts before you butt in,“we’re not.”
you say helpfully before evan nods in acquiescence, “see!-so you would never-!”
“that doesn’t include you love” barty says with a huff, but you can tell by his voice there’s a small smile on his face as he watches evan struggle to come to terms with what your boyfriend is saying.
“you-? you two- want me?!” he asks, eyes widening and posture tensing. barty and you turn to each other with shared smiles before you turn to evan with a small shrug with a grin blooming over your face, “always have” you admit shyly and watch as evan blanches.
“uh-“ evan looks between the two of you, speechless.
“i’m going to walk up to you now love, i’d appreciate it if you’d let me hug you love, because if you don’t it might just break my heart” barty jokes with smirk before taking slow and cautious steps towards evan’s figure in the corner of the dorm.
evan allows himself to be comforted by the familiarity of barty’s arms around him, he melts into the hug as he exhales a breath of relief. he opens his eyes to meet your gaze behind barty’s back as you watch the two of them with a gentle smile on your face.
evan taps barty’s shoulder in a gentle touch to ask if he can let him go, barty pulls away slowly before looking into evan’s gaze, “i’m not good with communicating what i want, for that i’m sorry, but as far as i’ve been concerned, you’ve been mine since fourth year.” barty admits with heat in his gaze and evan’s mouth drops open as the other boy pulls away nonchalantly and walks back over to his bed on the other side of the dorm.
“you like me” evan states dumbly as he looks at you and you can’t help but have a small laugh at his expense before walking over to him in less cautious steps in comparison to barty, “seems so” you murmur as you stand in front of him with a small smile, letting him have the freedom to make the first move, should he choose to.
he blows out a breath before nodding and placing a hand on your cheek as he gazes into your eyes with adoration, leaning down and pressing his forehead to yours. he closes his eyes and breathes in deeply before you’re pulled into a comforting embrace. you slowly wrap your arms around his waist.
you both stand in a comfortable silence before barty’s voice breaks the silence, “can you two come and do that on the bed before i go and complain to regulus about being neglected?” he complains from the middle of his bed.
you two pull away and share a humorous glance before you walk hand in hand to his bed.
