#bellow

Yellow Diamond's rage and Blue's kiss (Short Comic) Peridot may have pushed Yellow a bit too far this time 💀..

Mermay 2026 day 31: ruins

There are some clothes that are more accurate for just before or just after the 1830s as it’s quite a hard period to accurately capture, but they’ve helped give me a sense of what they’d wear.

Yvonne:

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@rosekillermicrofic June 6, word count 878

Previous part First part Wolfstar series part 1

“Damn it, Ern!” a voice grumbled rose to his ear. He’d been thrown against the divider when the driver slammed on in front of the hospital. The driver was a madman, and Evan was glad they wouldn’t have to go any further with him. 

The paramedics pulled him up and then began to fuss over Barty, making sure he was still stable after Ern’s erratic driving. 

They wheeled him into the hospital, moving fast. Evan had to jog to keep up. The paramedics sprouted off a list of words that Evan couldn’t follow. They approached a set of double doors, and an arm shot out across his chest, stopping him in his tracks. 

“Sorry, medical personnel only through those doors,” the doctor nodded at the doors in front of them. “There’s a waiting room over there, and we’ll come out and update you when we can. You can say a quick goodbye, but the sooner we get him into an OR, the better,” Evan nodded and moved, so Barty could see him properly. 

“Don’t be a twat, okay,” he told him, kissing the back of his hand. “I love you.” Tears flooded down Barty’s cheeks as he was wheeled through those doors, and Evan’s legs fell out from under him. 

Somehow, he got himself into the waiting room. He’d called Sirius and Remus, and they were on their way. He called Pandora. 

“What’s up, baby bro?” She sing-songed at him. 

“Barty was shot,” Evan croaked out.

“What?!” All signs of joking had gone from her voice. 

“His dad sent someone, and they shot him.” 

“Where are you? I’m on my way,” she said. He told her which hospital, and the phone line went dead. 

“Evan!” Sirius came, skidding into the waiting room, his eyes wide with worry. Remus came in behind him, and Evan told them what had happened with Dolores. 

“That absolute piece of shit!” Sirius growled. “Sorry,” he apologised to a mother as she covered her daughter's ears. “Sorry,” he said again as she glared at him. “Moody had better be close to getting his case together.”

“I have no idea,” Evan admitted. “He won’t tell us anything.”

The hours ticked by, and they waited. Someone had come in and told them he was still in surgery, and it would be a few more hours yet, but that it was all going well and then left again. Pandora arrived and hugged Evan tightly. 

“He’ll be fine, you know. I can tell he’s a stubborn son of a bitch, and he’ll survive out of spite just to piss us all off once he’s conscious again,” she said as she stroked Evan’s hair. “What the fuck are you looking at?” She shot at the woman opposite them. “I bet she’s heard worse on the playground.” 

More hours went by. Evan looked up when he heard footsteps approaching. A man came through the door. He was wearing an expensive-looking suit and had his hair all slicked back. 

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!!!” Sirius suddenly shot up from his seat beside Remus and pointed an accusing finger at the man, his bellow ringing in Evan’s ears. 

“My son is in the hospital, Black. They phoned me as I am his emergency contact,” Crouch Sr, sneered, his oily voice made Evan tense.

“Get out!” Sirius yelled. “He wants nothing to do with you, you abusive piece of shit!” Remus was holding him back, and Evan was grateful he was there. 

“He has no choice, he is my son,” Crouch Sr replied. 

“Not any more, he’s my son now!” Sirius said proudly. A look of confusion passed across Crouch Sr’s face before it was replaced with disdain. 

“Er, Mr Crouch is out of surgery now and in recovery. He’s just waking up. He’s asked for Evan.” 

“Is he alright?” Evan pushed past Sirius and Crouch Sr. The doctor nodded. 

“He’s going to need a lot of recovery time and some rehab, but he should make a full recovery.” Evan let out a sigh of relief. He was going to be okay. 

“Don’t look so upset, Crouch. Barty’s going to live a long, happy life, no, thanks to you,” Sirius barked at him. Crouch Sr. glowered at him. 

“I demand to see my son,” he said to the doctor. 

“Do not let that man through. He is the reason Barty was shot in the first place. In fact, I’m calling the police.” Sirius whipped his phone out and dialled a number. “Yeah, it’s me. Crouch is at the hospital… No, his father… Brilliant, thank you,” he hung up the phone and put on a dazzling smile. “The police are on their way,” Evan left them to it. He had to see Barty. 

Barty was lying in the hospital bed, looking smaller than Evan had ever seen him. 

“Oh, Barty,” he sobbed as he gently placed his hand on Barty’s. Barty’s eyes cracked open. 

“What…” he gasped. Long pauses between his words. “No…grapes?” Evan shook his head as he let out a relieved laugh. 

“Pandora was right, you’ll survive out of spite just to piss us all off once you’re conscious again.” Barty gave him a half-hearted wink, and Evan moved closer, pressing a kiss on his lips. “I love you.”

THEY ARE my ocs shh..

i have human oc versions of them i plan to post🩵