rosekiller microfic

Footsteps echo through the empty corridor. Paintings greet me as I pass them by, but it is not me they see.

It is the face of another man they greet.

No one will see me, look at me. For I am gone.

The last of me washed away with you.

The you who never came back. The you war stole from me.

The dungeons— a place we once filled with laughter— now only produces silence.

There is no you, leaning against the wall, waiting for me by the entrance.

And there is no more me for you to wait for.

I no longer belong in this place we used to call home.

All that remained of us has long since been forgotten by the castle, and by men.

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Every single one of them has noticed the way Barty sometimes shuts down. He's about to say something and then just doesn't. He becomes quiet, withdrawn, only speaking when spoken to. It's worrisome and, if Dorcas has to be fully honest, also a bit terrifying. It's Barty they're talking about. The ultimate stick-it-to-the-man kind of guy. He's the son of a politician for Merlin's sake — he knows how to talk! So why doesn't he?

Dorcas doesn't know what to do anymore. There should be no reason for him to shut down the way he does. The ridiculous shit he’s said in the past should attest to that. But for some reason, he does.

She sees him sitting on his own in the common room during her free period. While it's not strange to see him skipping class, he does not usually do it alone.

Dorcas plops down on the sofa next to him but doesn't say anything. Barty is curled into himself, face down and avoiding everything around him.

“Confess,” she says casually. There is no pressure or determination behind her voice, there is no worry or fear either. She says it in the same tone one would use to comment on the weather.

“What?” Barty asks, still not looking up.

“Confess,” she just repeats.

For a while, it's quiet. Barty fidgets with his rings, and Dorcas looks at the fire burning beside them.

“I love him,” he whispers.

Evan, she thinks. While this isn't a surprise, it wasn't the answer she had expected to hear him say — but now it all makes sense.

“I love him,” Barty repeats quietly, finally looking up, unshed tears shining in his eyes. “But he doesn't love me.”

“He does.” she whispers softly, laying her hand on his.

When she finally gets him to meet her eyes, she can still see the doubt in them.

~~~

"What are they doing?" Regulus asked, sitting down next to Pandora. "Are they…fighting?"

She looked up from her book, followed his gaze and rolled her eyes. Evan was standing across the courtyard, scowling. Barty was right next to him. Poking, prodding, pestering. "Worse," Pandora sighed.

Looks Like Yesterday, Tastes Like Tomorrow by @thisfrailheart art by @astronomyth-art and @moozyarts

Rating: Explicit Word count: 34k Tags: Toxic Relationship, Infidelity, Manipulation, Pandora Lovegood and Evan Rosier are Siblings, Mental Health Issues, Escort Barty Evan's life is perfect. It doesn't matter that he's being cheated on by the person who was supposed to love him or that he can't even remember when he last had fun. It doesn't matter that he doesn't recognize himself in the mirror. All that matters is that he's living the life his parents planned for him. So what happens when someone from his past shows up to shake up his present and all that perfection starts crumbling away?

~

There was a knock and then he heard Regulus' muffled voice. "The timer went off ages ago. What's going on?"

Barty's hands were shaking as he unlocked the door to let Regulus in. He slipped into the bathroom with a concerned look on his face. "What does it say?" Reg asked.

Barty shrugged. He hadn't been able to check, didn't want to see. His heart was racing and he felt sick to his stomach. More than he had in the last few days, which was the whole reason he'd locked himself in Regulus' fucking bathroom in the first place.

Regulus nodded and walked to the sink where Barty had put down the very thing that would decide his future. The stupid fucking stick was pink too, as if he'd needed that particular nod to femininity in this already fucked up situation. Shite, what if it was—

"Negative."

Barty gaped at Regulus. "What?"

Regulus picked up the test and held it up for Barty to see. There it was. One line in the little window, not two. Negative. Not pregnant.

Spots danced in front of his eyes, his vision going fuzzy. He felt Regulus grab his shoulder. "Breathe, come on," Reg said, shaking him a little.

Barty dragged in a deep breath, the air burning in his lungs. Was the floor moving? He felt unsteady on his feet.

"Again, Barty. Slow breaths, in and out."

He followed Regulus' advice, breathing slowly until his vision had returned to normal. "Fuck," he groaned, wiping at his damp forehead.

It felt like he'd sweated through his shirt as well. "Fucking fuck."

"Quite," Regulus agreed. He patted his shoulder. "You good now?"

Barty nodded, even though he wasn't sure that he actually was good now. They were always careful. Safe. Even in the moments when his manic brain pushed him to be reckless, Evan always took care of him and made sure that they used protection. But that all felt like such crap now. They'd been lucky. Barty's stomach turned. "No," he croaked, changing his answer before rushing to the toilet and losing his lunch in the bowl.

The thought that this could've gone very differently, that there would've been something inside his— He threw up again, convulsions shaking him as disgust took over.

When it was finally over, Regulus helped him stand and move to the sink to wash up. "I called Evan," Reg admitted quietly.

Barty wanted to protest, wanted to tell Regulus he shouldn't have done that, wanted to yell at him for waking Evan up after he'd gotten home early this morning after working all night. But most of all he wanted to see Evan.

Regulus took his arm as he wobbled to the living room and sank onto Regulus' sofa. His heart was still racing and he felt unable to stop the panic coursing through his body. He'd fought so hard to feel at home in it, fought so hard to make it his, the thought of having to give that up—

Evan's cold hand slid into his. Barty hadn't even realized Regulus had let him in or that Evan had sat down next to him. If Barty could cry, he would. His throat went tight. The way Evan was looking at him, concerned and lovely and sleep-rumpled made his heart clench. "I'm sorry Reg woke you up, he was just— I didn't— I can't do that again— I can't— I don't want—"

Evan simply pulled him close and held him as the panic flared again. Pressed gentle kisses to his temple. "We'll figure something out. Something permanent, okay?"

It was like those words alone had siphoned all of the tension and anguish out of Barty's body. He thought of the one scare he'd had years ago, before Evan. He'd been high off his arse to cope with his body and life and the world and he'd just found it funny, giggling to himself as he'd pissed on the test. But it wasn't a laughing matter now. It was terrifying and gross and made him want to throw up yesterday's food as well. And the fact that Evan knew how bad it was for him and that he accepted it without question meant more than Barty could say.

To Have You Back by @floretissogay art by @missaisdepressed and @juksuart

Rating: M Word count: 10k Tags: Canon Divergence, Resurrection, Necrophilia, Implied/Referenced Torture It happened before he could so much as turn and look. He wasn't even sure what exactly did it. All he knew was that Moody had done something to Rosie. Rosie, who was lying on the ground in a heap; Rosie, whose mask had fallen off and clattered to the ground; Rosie, whose eyes had slipped shut; Rosie, who wasn't moving. ______________ In the aftermath of a disastrous Death Eater mission gone wrong, Barty Crouch refuses to give up.

Hallowed by @enbyguously art by @glitchedcrows and @keksikart

The janitor’s closet smelled like bleach and old mop water.

Evan Rosier had long since stopped caring.

“You turned him down for a date?” Dorcas gasped, throwing her arms in the air as she faced Regulus, her expression infuriated. “Reg, what the fuck? You like James! You can’t–”

“It was…too fast,” Regulus grumbled, face stony. “He’s not…it’s probably a joke, anyways.”

“Too fast? You two have been snogging in broom cupboards for weeks! I swear to bloody Salazar, for a smart person you’re so stupid!” Dorcas groaned.

Barty, however, piped up from where he’d been listening on his own bed. “Nah, Cas, Reg’s right. I mean, Rosie and I have been hooking up for a while, yeah? But like…if I asked him on a date? That’d be stupid! It could ruin it!  Like yeah, he’s fit and he’s my best friend, but that would be way too risky.”

Both Dorcas and Regulus turned, absolutely gobsmacked, towards Barty.

“How….how long have you and Evan been sneaking around?” Dorcas murmured lightly, like she wasn’t sure how to react.

Barty tilted his head, considering. “We first kissed…third year, I think? So..”

“Three years. You’ve been doing Merlin knows what for three years, and…Godric, boys are so…” she murmured dazedly, standing and walking out of the room.

Barty just looked after her, confused. “Am I wrong, here?” he asked, turning to Regulus.

to you who i've damned by @z-eel art by @juksuart

Rating: Mature Word count: 20k+ Tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Blood and Gore, Medical Malpractice, Murder, Cannibalism Evan's on a hunt for the man that killed the only person he's ever loved, he was also unfortunate enough to find Barty along the way. Barty’s always hungry, and he's fighting the urge to eat the man who's reluctently decided to help him. Both of them monsters who find the remains of their humanity within the other.

Silver lining by @sadiekaneismysister art by @keksikart and @missaisdepressed

All The Things That Go Unsaid by @ajthecrayon art by clandestine_meetings7 and @lex-dr4ws

Rating: Mature Word count: 45k Tags: Substance Use/Addiction, Minor Character Death, Suicide Attempt, Non-Consensual Drug Use Barty is bad at breaking habits. However, when ghosts of his past follow him back into his destructive cycle he's forced to face the reality of his secrets. Evan hates a lot of things. Secrets for one. The only thing he doesn't hate is his job, and his niece. Abruptly, He's forced to re-evaluate what he's really living for.

heavenly bodies, imperceptable madness by @horrorosier art by @paletragedycandy and @moozyarts

The fire crackled softly against the darkening woods, sending sparks spiraling up into the violet dusk. Their horses had long since settled, tethered beneath the pines with heavy saddlebags still hanging from their flanks. Beyond the trees, the lake reflected the moon in fractured silver, disturbed only by the occasional ripple of fish near the surface.

Evan Rosier sat on a fallen log near the fire, one hand wrapped around a dented tin cup of whiskey while the other rested near the hilt of the sword strapped to his hip. Even now, hours after they’d stopped for camp, he remained alert. That was the curse of being assigned to guard Barty Crouch.

Not because Barty was weak.

Merlin, no.

But because Barty had an unparalleled talent for attracting trouble with the same ease he attracted attention.

~

Dorcas put her quill down. "What's wrong?"

Evan glared at her, then tried to go back to the paragraph in the book. He'd read it twice so far but something messed with his focus. Someone. His gaze slid over to one of the other tables.

Dorcas sighed. "You wanted to come to the library to study."

Evan grunted and slammed the potions theory book shut. "That was before I knew she would be here."

She was the girl at the next table. She was also Barty's girlfriend of the month.

"Don't be like that. She's lovely, Evan," Pandora told him.

Knowing Pandora that was probably true. Dora got along with all sorts of people. Unlike Evan, who liked his friends and nobody else. Least of all the girl at the other table. "She's a bloody—"

Pandora eyed him, eyebrows raised in warning. Evan leaned back in his chair. "—witch," he said carefully.

Dorcas chuckled. "Good save."

"She's really very nice," Pandora insisted. "I just don't understand why you dislike her so much. There has to be a reason."

"I'll finish this later," he said and began gathering his things instead of explaining himself to Dora.

what does a guy need to do to heat up this rivalry

by @colourful00desert

art by karasuno910 and @twosiptipsy

Rating: Mature Word count: 10.3k Tags: text fic, actor au, crack, non-explicit sexual content Bartemius Crouch Jr. and Evander Maximillian Rosier have very different reactions when the casting breakdown for the tv series adaptation of Heated Rivalry arrive in their inboxes. or epistolary (mainly text) fic about barty getting cast to play shane and evan getting cast to play ilya

Dread & Yearning by @thebibutterflyao3

art by @chuueppz and @olathenordmann

beta by @damnapathetic

Rating: Explicit Word count: 34.9k Tags: Post-Hogwarts, Omegaverse, Alpha x Alpha Evan is an Apothecary Shop assistant preparing to be a healer and Barty is the world's most incompetent Auror-in-training. As he steps off the Hogwarts Express platform for the last time, Slytherin Beta Evan Rosier makes eye contact with Ravenclaw Alpha Barty Crouch, Jr. and triggers an unusual phenomenon. As they pursue the careers their parents have chosen for them, the pair constantly run into each other. It happens so often that Evan wonders if Barty is stalking him (he is). While Barty tries to win Evan over, Evan can’t figure out why Barty thinks he’s interested. Cue a chaotic gay awakening, denial, and a secret situationship that blows up in their faces. Stir in a little illegal smuggling and a late presentation Alpha for seasoning in the pot.