They sometimes had longer breaks tho where Evan would go crash with Pandora. Their longest split lasted for a month but most of them were only a week or so long. Sooner or later Barty realized he couldn’t live without evan and fall to his knees and beg for forgiveness.

They were having one of these fights when Evan died. Well more or less. Evan had said “I love you” and Barty had replied with “As you should.” They argued for an hour and eventually Evan stormed out of the door and didn’t look back. It took Barty another 30 minutes to cool off and decide to go find Evan and apologize. Using a tracker charm he’d secretly cast on him he quickly knew to apparate to a small village a few miles away. But he was all too late. He appeared with a snap and rushed into the crowd of fearful muggles looking for Evan. But the aurors had beat him to it. He pushed his way to a clearing to find moody and Evan locked in battle. Evan’s face hidden by a death eater mask but moodys stubby demeanor all too recognizable. Evan shot first, hitting moody in the face. Blood gushed from his eye socket and he clenched his teeth.

“Evan” Barty had yelled, trying to get him to leave, “Let’s go!”

It was this moment of distraction that moody decided to attack. Barty snapped his head back towards their enemy at the faint whisper of “Avada Kedavra” but green light has already flashed from his wand and shot towards evan.

But it’s too late. Evan falls to the ground with a thump. His already bloody features stain the ground with red as Barty rushed towards him. Evan looks up at his boy friend one more time.

“It’s gonna be ok, Evan!” “It’s gonna be ok” Barty comforted his boyfriend.

Evan stared barty down as the light left his eyes. “Promise me you’ll be ok” The look seemed to say.

Barty screamed

“Evan”

“Evan wake up”

“Evan Please!”

Remus calls it 'shagging'

James calls it 'doing it'

"He's right!" A voice shouts in the distance.

Loustat missionary love-making that's pretty much an act of pure worship.

Louis gently,quietly taking both of Lestat's hands in his when Lestat is feeling restless.

Louis and Lestat riding hand in hand under moonlight bantering and talking about everything and nothing while Mojo runs around keeping pace.

Lestat making Louis laugh.

Loustat taking Mojo for a long walk, walking nearly embraced,arm in arm, Lestat sneaking little kisses,and stopping their conversation every other sentence to tell Louis how beautiful he looks,and how much he loves him.

Armand, from the other side of the room: To look pretty.

Louis: But he’s already pretty

Lestat: Aww

Some people freak out, but you know, it doesn't make any difference

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.

"God I love the way you look at me"