poly!rosekiller x fem!reader who they figure out they're obsessed with [659 words]
written in collaboration with @unstablereader
CW: platonic!girlfriend reader again [similar concept to this fic, it’s the exact same trope friends just reimagined lol], one mature innuendo but SFW, possessive Evan, chaos and violence loving Barty
“Well,” Evan’s voice echoed, interrupting the conversation you’d been in the middle of with Fabian Prewett, “doesn’t this look cosy.”
Your attention moved to the open doorway as Evan sauntered in, offering him a half smile as he kept a rather predatory gaze locked on Fabian.
“Oh, hey Ev.” You greeted quickly, twisting your body where you’d been sitting criss-cross on one of the desks in order to face him. “What’re you doing here?”
“I was just about to ask the same thing.” Evan replied as he made it to you, one hand worming its way to your waist as the other settled on your knee. His glare never faltered as he deigned to reply. “I just endured a temper tantrum from Junior; said something about someone ‘stealing his treasure’. Is that what’s happening here, Prewett?”
“We were working on our Herbology essay.” Fabian explained simply, meeting Evan’s obvious hostility with a smirk.
“Were you now?” He continued, the ghost of a smile on his lips that never met his eyes. “Looked like a pretty intimate study session.”
“Yeah?” Fabian goaded. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you sound jealous, Rosier.”
“Well you clearly don’t know a fucking thing, then, because I am jealous.” Evan replied evenly; his words and his rather blase deliverance of them shocking both you and Fabian.
“What?” You barely managed to get out, causing Evan’s intense gaze to soften as it moved from Fabian to you.
“I’m jealous, darling girl.” He stated plainly; gaze unwavering. “I already have to share you with Junior, and I only do that because I rather like sod. I don’t like Prewett; I don’t like the way he talks to you, I don’t like the way he behaves around you, and I definitely don’t like the way he looks at you. I want to be the only one who does any of that.”
Fabian let out a disbelieving scoff. “Have you lost the plot, mate? We’re in the middle-”
“Prewett, I’m going to warn you, I am this close to throwing you out of the fucking window.” Evan threatened darkly, though his grip never strengthened on your waist or knee. “And whilst Junior might like that, she’d be upset, so I’m not going to.”
Fabian seemed to deflate a little, but Evan carried on.
“But the next time I find you hitting on my girl, I might consider it worth making her frown over.” He paused, smiling.
“And I’ll make sure we’re on a much higher floor.” Barty added, seemingly materialising out of thin air to add to Evan’s point.
“Barty! I- Evan.” You stuttered, reprimanding them both as you tried to shake yourself from this stupor they just put you in.
“Don’t worry, poppet. I’ve been told I’m real good with my mouth; I’m sure I’ll find a way to make it up to you.” He promised with a wink.
“I’m out of here.” Fabian finally spat as he grabbed his belongings.
“Brilliant idea.” Barty cheered, smiling tauntingly at the sod as he threw his bag over his shoulder, offered you an apologetic look, and stormed out of the room. “Have a bad day!”
“I-” you started breathlessly “what the hells was all of that about?”
Whilst Barty had no qualms beaming at you, Evan had the grace to look at least somewhat chagrined as he returned his gaze to you.
“Regulus may have pointed out that the feelings Barty and I have for you are less than platonic,” He explained, ignoring Barty’s petulant ‘that’s what i’ve been trying to tell you!’ as he packed your school supplies into your bag and helped you off of the desk, “so I figured I ought to come and tell you.”
“Well...okay, but where’re we going?” You asked, taking Barty’s hand and following him obediently.
“To the Great Hall.” Evan explained, your bag over his shoulder and his hand on your lower back as he held the door open for you. “Gotta make sure everyone else knows, too.”
I NEED more rosekiller x “platonic” gf! reader like where they have their first date and kiss for the first time (or would it be the first time??? 😏😉😂)
as always, if you have the inspo for it love!!! 🖤
hahaha these silly goofs - also, to answer your question, it would not have been the first time [it was sort of hinted that they got up to NSFW activities in the first part]. here's a little baby blurb to celebrate them becoming official!
poly!rosekiller x their 'platonic'!girlfriend who are trying to enjoy a nice date [614 words]
CW: side jegulily, side wolfstar, reader has hair that Evan can play with
Lily and Remus shared a knowing look across from each other at their booth in the Three Broomsticks as Sirius, James, and even Regulus craned their necks to observe another table across the pub.
“You lot have been begging us for a double date for eons, and this is how you wish to spend it?” Remus finally asked then, earning him an aggressive ‘shush!’ from all three boys.
“This could be breaking news.” James hissed as he kept his gaze steadfast on a circular booth that had you, Barty Crouch Junior, and Evan Rosier cosied up as you enjoyed some butterbeers.
“What? Three friends who spend the majority of their time together having a drink at a pub on a Hogsmeade weekend is now suddenly breaking news?” Lily snorted. “Remind me to alert the Prophet next time the three of you are spotted here with Peter.”
“Red, I love you, you’re like a sister to me, but shut the hells up.” Sirius whispered. “This looks different.”
“Different how?” Remus asked bemusedly. “They’re literally just conversing.”
“Yeah but they’re….sitting nearly on top of each other?” James asked then, eliciting a noncommittal hum from Regulus.
“That’s not new.”
“Do they often sit in each other’s laps?” James asked his boyfriend incredulously.
“That’s usually how I find them in the library.” Regulus answered quickly.
“Wait! What about that!?” Sirius added, causing Lily and Remus to look around worriedly wondering who might’ve heard their party being creepy stalkers.
Once they were confident that no one was privy to their very strange date activities, they turned their attention to your booth where they saw Evan twirling a section of your hair between his fingers with a look of wonder on his face.
“She does have really nice hair.” James offered in their defence, earning him a displeased scoff from Lily that was mostly for show.
“It has nothing on yours, though, my beautiful flower.” James amended quickly, shooting Lily one of his warmest smiles.
“Nice save, Jamie.” Regulus murmured, though he too took that moment to twirl a lock of Lily’s hair between his fingers himself.
“Okay, well that has to be new.” Sirius argued tiredly then as he pointed to your now tangled up form with Barty who was kissing you so deeply that you were basically becoming one with Evan whose lap you’d been propped on.
“They’ve done worse.” Regulus replied simply.
“Define worse.” Remus deadpanned.
“I don’t know, Lupin; how would you define loud and freaky sex? Better or worse?” Regulus spat.
“Better.” The table agreed quickly before turning their attention back to your table to see that you and Evan were now sitting alone in the booth.
“Where’d Junior go?” Lily mused, but the answer came in the form of Barty slamming his hands down on their table and levelling everyone with a glare. “Regulus.” He offered politely, before moving his gaze to the rest of the party. “Gryffindor’s.” He sneered as if it were a dirty word. “I have come to ask politely that you refrain from staring at my boyfriend and girlfriend, thank you.”
And with a flourish, Barty stood and strode back over to your table where Evan smirked salaciously at him and you looked at him with faux exasperation. “See! I was very polite - I didn’t even threaten maiming.” They heard him boast as he reclaimed his seat.
Sirius, James, and Regulus all let out a hum of understanding. “That’s new.” Regulus finally agreed then.
“What? The title of ‘girlfriend’ for Y/N?” Lily asked with a chuckle.
“And Junior’s newfound manners.” James added as he finally turned his attention back to his boyfriend and girlfriend and their double date.
rosekiller x 'platonic' girlfriend!reader when they find out it's not exactly platonic
CW: Evan & Barty threaten someone's life, Barty says he's in love and will die a lot
A/N: ........ I'm finally trying Evan out guysssss 😮💨🫣, prompt based off of this post and this post
click here for part two
“Wow.” Sirius called as he looked you up and down salaciously in a way you knew was solely for the purpose of riling Barty up. “I almost didn’t recognise you without your third, L/N.”
You were wholly incapable of biting back a scoff and an eye roll as you used your arm to stop Barty from approaching the troublesome Black. “I am the third, Black.”
And of course where there was Sirius Black, one could be certain that James Potter wasn’t far behind him. “Not with the way you walk those two like dogs.” He called as he sidled up beside Sirius with a cocky grin.
“It’s not like that- Salazar’s saggy balls, why am I explaining myself to you rotten dugbogs?” You grumbled as you grabbed Barty by the arm and continued the way you had been going before the interruption.
“It could be like that you know?” Barty flirted, earning him a smack in the arm.
“Sod off.”
You had found friendship in Barty and Evan after the two of them had already started dating.
Were they flirty with you? Sure.
Did the three of you spend a lot of time together? Yes.
Did you have some…fun from time to time? Absolutely.
But you weren’t together; at least not in the way that everyone seemed to suggest.
“Where are we going now?” Barty asked happily as he allowed you to guide him through the castle.
“We’re looking for your boyfriend; he promised to lend me that book he was telling me about.”
Barty barely had time to make a hum of acknowledgment before the two of you turned a corner to the sight of Evan Rosier.
Evan Rosier….who was currently holding a poor Ravenclaw bloke up against the wall by the collar of his uniform shirt.
“Oh yay! We’re fighting!” Barty called happily as he all but skipped towards his boyfriend.
“Rosier! What are you doing!?” You hissed as you tried to catch up to Barty’s longer strides.
“Yeah Rosey! Why are we killing Fenwick today!?” Barty asked enthusiastically.
You watched as Evan’s jaw twitched before he answered. “Heard him talking about shagging L/N at the Hufflepuff party tonight.”
Barty made an understanding hum as if saying ‘fair enough’ which you did not understand nor find ‘fair enough’ at all, whilst poor Fenwick seemed to swallow nervously.
“So what?” You asked then, causing all three boys to look at you bemusedly.
“What do you mean so what!?” Barty asked you incredulously.
“Well…” You started, really not understanding what the sodding hang up here was. “We’re not together?” You stated in the form of a question as you gestured between you, Evan, and Barty.
Evan stood there staring at you with furrowed brows for approximately half a minute (still with Fenwick pinned against the wall, mind you) before a brief look of understanding crossed his face.
“Circe’s fucking tits.” He breathed out disbelievingly before turning to look at Barty “We’re in love with her.”
A confused sound was caught in your throat as Barty threw his hands up in exasperation. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you lot, but no one ever listens to Barty!”
“Last week you fucking told me you were in love with inventor of bellbottom jeans, Junior, how the hells am I supposed to know when you actually mean it?” Evan hissed back at him.
“I literally told you that I would die if anything ever happened to Treasure, how in the fuck is that platonic?!”
“You told me you were going to die when Laurie and Jo didn’t end up together!” Evan shouted back.
Barty’s face turned severe as he leveled Evan with a look. “How dare you bring that up right now; you know I’m still grieving.”
“For the love of Merlin- Rosier! Put Fenwick down.” You barked at him, surprising both boys from their argument and alerting them to the fact that they were still holding their classmate hostage.
Evan turned back towards the bloke and muttered a threatening “Stay the fuck away from her, got it?” as Fenwick nodded quickly and all but sprinted the opposite way down the hall once Evan finally released his grip.
Barty let out a pleased breath as he clapped his hands together excitedly. “Well! What do we do now?”
Evan stalked over and grabbed your hand, surprising you with the tenderness of the touch coming from someone who still looked so murderous.
He slowly bent down and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead before he was leading you by the hand towards the Great Hall.
“We’re going to go and make sure the rest of the sodding school knows she’s ours too.”
You felt your cheeks heat up not entirely unpleasantly as you listened to the sound of Barty cackle happily from where he was trailing behind you.
