#rosewaterkiller

[crystalineart]

....mmmm....skittles... How pandora got into the slytherin common room as a ravenclaw...the world may never know... (its pandora, thats how)

also take the three on the couch as romantic or platonic or however you please.

[siriusly-chaotic]

Rosekiller this, Bartylus that.

Sure, they're great, but I think Evan and Regulus should kiss.

[moonyisnotonfire]

Barty screams in his sleep

It haunts Regulus and Evan for the rest of their (short) lives

[lilyyyevans]

Regulus is the king of hidden tattoos

He has Barty and Evan's initials on his collarbone, a rose on his ribs, stars on his shoulders

So so many more little ones

Barty done them all apart from the initials, Regulus wanted them to be a surprise

[novvabee]

Cute, Tiny Freaks 🦝🐈‍⬛🦊

this is so short, I just want to get into the habit of finishing things that I start so, this may not be the best but I think the idea is kinda cute.

Summary: Regulus, Barty, and Evan reveal their animagi forms.

cw: nothing really, pretty fluffy and sweet. not proofread.

word count:1.3k

You can’t remember the last time you were allowed to sleep in, so you were taking full advantage of this lazy Saturday morning. You could tell the sun was shining through the curtains, but you didn’t want to open your eyes to greet the day, not just yet.

You rolled over, pulling your blanket with you and cuddling one of the many stuffed animals you’ve accumulated on your bed. 

You scrunched the soft animal closer to you, resting your chin on top of it.

You could bask in this comfort all day.

You ran your fingers over the soft fur of the animal, softer than you remember. In fact, this stuffie was incredibly warm as well. Like one of those rice filled stuffies you throw in the microwave to warm up. Maybe you slept on the thing all night and that’s why it was so warm and cozy.

But the more you thought about it, you didn’t have a stuffed animal this size, this thing was quite big. 

You feel the animal swell and shrink under your cuddling arm. Almost as if it were- oh my god this thing is breathing!

Your eyes shot open and were immediately met with small glistening black ones staring back into yours, a tiny wet nose, and the chunkiest raccoon you had ever seen in your life. A real, actual raccoon.

You only had a split second, your body reacting faster than your brain. You squealed and shot up and away from the animal, getting as far away on the bed as you possibly could.

The animal, clearly spooked, did the same and was now watching you from the opposite corner of the bed. 

What the hell?

Out of the corner of your eye you saw a black mass jump up onto the bed to join this freakish party. A cat.

What the hell??

You looked between the cat and the racoon, wondering how they got into the castle let alone your room. Your frozen state was mirrored by the raccoon, obviously set on edge by your (completely valid) outburst. This however had no effect on the cat, it just curled up and plopped itself down on your bed as if it had done it a hundred times. As if it were your cat.

How did these things even get here? Whose cat is this? Did the cat bring this raccoon in?

While your mind took off a mile a minute, your train of thought was interrupted by a small chittering sound. You scanned the room looking for the source of the noise, but you couldn’t find anything amiss.

You carefully climbed off the bed, not taking your eye off the racoon. 

You tried your best to follow where the noise was coming from, scared that there was yet another wild animal in your room. You looked under your bed, in your bathroom, in your closet- but there was nothing.

The chittering continued, making you worry it was in the damn walls when you caught a glimpse of tan fuzzy ears sticking out of the bottom drawer of your dresser. Cautiously, you approached whatever it was. 

To be fair, this little fuzzball was quite cute, but the cuteness was overshadowed by the utter mess it had made of your clothes. Your folded and clean laundry was now being made into a fox’s nest. 

What. The. Hell!

Where did these animals come from?!

As the bushy tailed fox continued making its home in your furniture, you couldn’t help but stare in bewilderment. 

You made the decision to reach for your phone to either call someone to help you shoo these creatures out of your room, or to take a video because your friends sure as hell are not going to believe you when you told them about this.

As soon as you turned to find your phone, you instead found Barty lounging across your bed, watching you with amusement.

“Barty!” you cried out. “Help! Help me please!” 

He smiled back at you. “Help you with what?” 

You blinked at him. “The wild animals! Get them out of my room!” 

Barty made a show of looking around the room. “Sorry to tell you love, but there are no wild animals in this room.”

You looked around and… he was right. The animals were gone. 

“The only wild animal here is Barty.” you heard Evan say from over your shoulder. 

When did he get here?

No, the animals had to still be here. You dropped to your knees and looked under your bed, certain that they were hiding under there. You saw some old shoe boxes, a sock that you thought you had lost, a couple hair ties, but no animals.

You saw the shadow of someone standing on the opposite side of the bed. You popped your head back out from under the bed to see Regulus now in your room as well.

“When did you three get in here?” you asked.

“What do you mean, treasure?” Evan spoke from across the room. “We’ve been here the whole time.”

Regulus and Barty laughed with him leaving you entirely confused. 

“What are you talking about?” you asked the trio.

Regulus was the one to take pity on you and explain. “Well, we wanted to let you in on our little secret. We didn’t realize you would react like that, a miscalculation on our part.”

You still had no idea what they were talking about. Were you still asleep?

“Regulus,” you said slowly, “what the hell are you talking about?”

It was Barty who spoke up this time. “We’re animagi, lovie.”

That explanation did little to ease your confusion, but you started to connect the dots.

“You’re the animals?” you asked, still looking around trying to find the creatures, not believing your friends entirely. 

“Yes,” Barty laughed, “we’re the animals.” 

Barty sat you back down on your bed. You were still confused by the whole situation, only managing to get out a small “Why?”

“We became animagi,” Evan explained from the foot of your bed, “We wanted to tell you but Barty thought it would be funnier to just surprise you instead.”

“But, being an animagus, isn’t that like…”

“Illegal?” Regulus finished for you. 

You nodded.

“Well not unless you register with the ministry.” Barty explained.

“Are you going to register with the ministry?” you asked, accusation laced in your tone.

Barty smirked and shook his head ‘no’.

You rolled your eyes and zipped your lips, not intending on spilling their new secret. “I just still don’t understand why you did it. Why did you become animagi?”

“Well," Regulus started, “I found out that my brainless brother and his band of idiots could do it so I thought ‘how hard could it be?’, and it turns out, not very hard at all. Once Barty caught on, he couldn’t be left out of the fun now could he?”

You looked to Barty who met you with a cheeky smile and a wink. 

Turning your attention to Evan, you asked, “And you?”

“Well at first I was smart enough to stay far away from it. But then I felt left out.” He said.

You giggled at his explanation and laid back onto your bed, head falling in Regulus’s lap, thanking whatever higher power that the little fox wasn’t rummaging around in your underwear drawer. Those little freaks. “God you guys are so stupid. You really scared me.”

“It was funny.” Barty said, laying down next to you.

You looked over to him and smiled. “You know you’re quite a fat racoon.”

Regulus and Evan erupted in laughter, Barty looking offended as he whined, “I am not! I am well fed!”

You looked up at Regulus who met your gaze, smiling down at you. He had the same color eyes as a cat, how interesting. “Hey Reggie?” you asked.

He hummed in response.

“What do you think my animagus form would be?”

Regulus perked up, happy you asked. A mischievous grin spread across his face that made him look so much like his ‘brainless brother’. “I have an extra mandrake leaf. You want to find out?”

You matched that grin and nodded.

oh also I can't remember if transforming gets rid of your clothes... so this could be interpreted very differently lmao

[ellecdc]

Heyyyyyyy you’re one of my favorite writers on here. I love the way you portray the characters so well, I consume your fics like a feral animal and they are my salvation. Was hoping you could maybe do a poly rosewaterkiller (Barty, Evan, Regulus) about decorating for the holidays or spending the holidays together or something. I struggle with the holidays and I feel like they would too because of family trauma, but I feel like in the relationship they would learn to enjoy them together now that they are safe? Maybe just me? If you don’t have time or don’t want to that’s okay too. All my love :)

hey lovie! thanks so much for your request <3 I had a vision for this and now that it's written I'm not sure I've hit the mark, exactly. I'm sorry if my vision didn't translate well, but hope it was close to what you were looking for <3 <3 also, the holiday wasn't specified...so I went with Christmas

poly!rosewaterkiller x fem!reader who wants to do Christmas [1.3k words]

CW: Christmas fic, brief reference to the Black Family home, suggested negligent/aggressive parenting, bad memories from childhood, but the rest of the fic is mostly fluffy I think

Regulus supposed he really shouldn’t be surprised.

It had started when the four of you had gone to his brother’s for dinner; the four Gryffindor’s having completely transformed their home into what Regulus felt could be described as nothing short of a winter wonderland for the holidays. Everywhere one looked could you spot a christmas tree, candy cane, snowglobe or twinkling lights. 

Regulus isn’t sure if the other two noticed, but he couldn’t help but watch the cautious, almost nervous enthusiasm in your face as you took in all of the sights; the twinkling lights drawing you towards them like a Christmasy moth to a flame as they reflected in your glassy eyes. 

You’d been quiet for a few days following that dinner; chewing on your lip as your eyes danced across your walls, the windows, tables, and even along the furniture as though something was missing. 

Bloody hell, you’d even told them beforehand.

“I want to do Christmas.” You announced; standing in front of the TV with your arms crossed as you stared at your three boys - Regulus and Barty sharing the loveseat whilst Evan occupied one of the chairs.

“Well that’s good, doll. Pretty sure it’s coming whether you wanted it to or not, though.” Evan commented before he turned back to his book.

You let out a small sound of frustration as you tried again. “No, I…I want to do Christmas here, I want… I want a tree and lights and decorations, and… stuff…” 

Regulus felt something akin to guilt for the way your voice trailed off at the end of your sentence, suddenly sounding so small as if you were afraid they were about to laugh at you. 

Thankfully, no one commented on it. 

“Okay.” Barty agreed carefully. “That should be fine, I think? We can do Christmas here if you’d like.”

You chewed on your bottom lip before offering them a curt nod and all but fleeing the room again, and Regulus figured now - in hindsight - it was rather silly of him to assume that would be the end of it. 

He didn’t, however, expect to be interrupted from his reading the very next day to the sound of you bursting through the front door with your arms full of bags and boxes and a look of pure determination as you did so.

“Jesus, amour; why didn’t you ask for help?” He chided as he made to stand, ultimately disturbing Barty from where he’d been napping in his lap as Evan appeared from down the hall. 

“This was just trip one.” You let out with a huff as you let your parcels fall to the ground unceremoniously; Barty grimacing at what sounded like glass clinking together as it hit the floor. 

“Out of how many?” Evan asked slowly, furrowing his brows as he took in the sight.

You shrugged. “Depends on how quickly you boys get your boots on to help me bring in the tree.” 

“You heard the lady.” Barty announced as he quickly reached for his jacket. “We’ve been put to work, boys.” 

Regulus waited until you had left the entryway to return to your car to comment on it, watching Barty as he all but hopped out the front door as he tried following you whilst still tying his boot. “Should we be worried?”

Evan’s movements slowed as he wrapped his scarf around his neck; eyes far away as he considered Regulus’ question and how to respond to it. 

“I don’t think decorating could hurt.” He offered noncommittally. 

They were interrupted by a loud ‘oof’ followed by a ‘Barty!’ to see Barty on his arse having slipped in the snow and ice. 

“I think that might be record timing for Barty once again proving us wrong.”

Evan grumbled something that sounded like “the stupid fucking sod” that had Regulus mentally filling in the unspoken “he’s so lucky I love him so god damn much.”

It had taken the four of you three more trips to get everything in the house. More than a few curse words were spewed when it looked for a moment like the tree might not make it through the front door, which saw Barty threatening to send it through the kitchen window. 

“Poppet?” Evan asked breathlessly as the group of you looked at the tree; slightly worse for wear now - having been shoved and yanked through a narrow doorway - as it leaned in the corner of the room, supported by two walls.

“Yeah?”

“Did you get a stand for it, too?”

The sound of a frustrated, tearful exhale had the three boys shushing you and assuring you it was fine; you’d nearly sobbed at the thought of having to go back to the shops, but the offer from the boys to go on your behalf actually saw tears lining your eyes. 

No matter, the tree looked kind of sweet propped up in the corner of the room.

…and Evan also shot Barty and Regulus a look that translated to “I’ll pick one up tomorrow.” 

Barty broke seven baubles before he was barred from helping decorate the tree and demoted to hanging up various strings of lights throughout the flat. He knocked over two picture frames (smashing the second) which then saw him demoted to making hot cocoa. 

He broke a mug. 

By the time he made it back to the living room with four mugs of cocoa - three in Christmas themed mugs and one that was simply the shape of a narwhal - the tree (standing propped up against the wall) was covered in warm lights, multicoloured baubles, and silver angel hair. Evan had taken over the task of stringing lights throughout the flat which bathed the space in a warm, cosy glow. 

“It looks-” Barty started, though Evan interrupted him.

“Awful.”

“I love it.” You proclaimed; your hands folded underneath your chin as you smiled at the hastily, not at all planned out tree that would have been so unlike anything any of you experienced growing up. 

Any decorations at Grimmauld place were not for the benefit of cosy ambience or childlike joy, but rather prestige and status. His parents had to have most perfectly curated decorations to impress their guests, and he and Sirius never had anything to do with it. Oftentimes they’d be woken to the sound of decorators and personnel banging about their home, coming downstairs to find a christmas tree already set up that they knew they’d be getting a swipe up the back of the head at best should they so much as sneeze too close to it. 

This meant that Regulus never understood some people’s excitement or joy at the sight of decorations popping up mid November throughout the city, when shops would start playing holiday music or cafes strung fairy lights in their windows.

Christmas was, as Evan had suggested, something that simply happened.

You woke up one morning to a Christmas tree raised and decorated in your living room. You woke up one morning and your local coffee shop had little snowmen painted on their windows.

But as Regulus watched Evan smirk before putting down his Grinch mug of cocoa and pull you into his side to press a kiss to the crown of your head, and as he looked over at Barty who was smiling at the small hurricane jar you had placed the glass from the broken bauble’s Barty had accumulated, Regulus wondered if maybe - finally - Christmas might not be something that just happens. 

Maybe you were right.

Maybe Christmas could be something to do, too.

© ellecdc; do not copy, translate, or repost my work anywhere under any circumstances.

[ajthecrayon]

Barty Crouch Jr has never been religious, but any time he kneels before his lovers he's at worship. He's brought back to his Sunday mornings knelt before The Priest his mouth open and awaiting communion. Regulus and Evan his divine saviors.

[withdevovotion]

platonic or romantic transmasc + transmasc evan rosier and regulus black [ ft. the water, the concept of boyhood, and car seat headrest 𖦹 ]

1st poem credits to keaton st. james, couldn't find creds for the 2nd or 3rd!!

moodboard tag: #wdev moodboards!!