Barty X Evan - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
James: Regulus and Lily.
Regulus: James.
Lily: James.
Sirius: Remus.
Remus: Sirius.
Barty: Evan.
Evan: Barty.
Pandora: Xenophilius.
Xenophilius: Pandora.
Peter: Chess.
*from my fic*
"lupin, i honestly don't care what your troll-brained friends are doing out there. not my circus, most definitely not my monkeys- hold on, that's evan. that's evan and- is that pandora? fuck and that's barty! those are my monkeys! why did dorcas leave them unsupervised? lupin stop laughing! how did they get the squid in the tree?"
this fic is just crack atp
I find it very funny that I entered the marauders fandom for wolfstar and now CANNOT GET ENOUGH OF ROSEKILLER I LOVE MY LITTLE BABIES THEY’RE MAYBE PSYCHOPATHS BUT I LOVE THEM AND WOULD DIE FOR THEM EVEN IF THEY’RE BOTH CANONICALLY DEAD FUCK CANON MY POOR BABIES YOU DESERVED BETTER
(still love wolfstar though)
“boys beware” by Mad Tsai but it’s Evan talking about Barty
ok, but hear me out:
Evan Rosier who didn’t believe in love
Evan Rosier who came from a powerful family and therefore had to act accordingly
Evan Rosier who suppressed his passions for dead things
Evan Rosier who hid everything that made him ‘weird’ to seem ‘normal’
Evan Rosier who slowly died inside every time he had to pretend to be someone he wasn’t
Evan Rosier who, despite being one of the ‘popular kids’ hated everyone and himself most of all
Evan Rosier who didn’t believe that anybody would ever love him for who he truly was
Evan Rosier who couldn’t love himself
Evan Rosier whose world was shaken when he met a boy who seemed just as unstable as him
Evan Rosier who pretended to hate that boy because it’s what people expected from the Heir of the Rosier House
Evan Rosier who found himself slowly falling for this wild ‘freak’
Evan Rosier who, during a party, drunk out of his mind, kissed that outcast, that boy who he’d been dreaming about for years
Evan Rosier who was kissed back by avid lips who’d desired him since day one
Evan Rosier who felt something for the first time in his life
Evan Rosier who only showed his true colors to his feral lover
Evan Rosier who slowly learned how to love both himself and others
Evan Rosier who died with Barty’s name on his lips
“I promised you I’d be here when you got out of that wretched prison. I promised that as long as you lived, I’d never give up on you. Looks like I can’t keep promises that well. Sorry I didn’t say goodbye. I fought, but not hard enough, apparently. I’ll see you on the other side. I love you, Barty.”
(Note: this follows my previous post with Evan)
Once more, please hear me out:
Barty Crouch who hated the world
Barty Crouch who, despite his famous bravado, couldn't even look his father in the eye
Barty Crouch who preferred to be hated than loved, because that's all he ever knew
Barty Crouch who was terrified of losing himself to drugs yet who took them anyway, because they blurred everything
Barty Crouch whose heart skipped a beat the instant he saw that tall, blond and haughty looking boy from across the common room
Barty Crouch who became obsessed with that boy, to the point where he knew every detail of his life
Barty Crouch who would've burned the world down for a kiss
Barty Crouch who, when he finally receives that kiss, at a Halloween party, both of them drunk out of their minds, feels like someone's lit a brazier within him
Barty Crouch who begins to realize that this boy might be just as insane as him
Barty Crouch who falls in love with that boy a bit more every passing day, feeling love for the first time instead of hatred
Barty Crouch who died the day he learned that his love had been killed, becoming only a husk of his formal self, losing all that made him him, not to drugs, as he'd feared, but to heartbreak
Barty Crouch whose last thought as the dementor sucked his soul out was that he'd welcome death because it meant he'd see Evan Rosier again
"My love, my only one. I miss you so, so much. You left me all alone. I forgive you, love. Fuck. Maybe if I’d been there, I could’ve saved you. Too late. For both of us. I miss you so, so much. At least I’ll get to see you again. See you in hell, Evan."
Evan and Barty, sitting in a tree, they might kiss stab each other (lovingly)
Harry was lying in his bed, and he couldn’t sleep. He didn’t know why, but he couldn’t. Maybe it was that the Tournament scared the shit out of him. He didn’t know.
With a sigh, he jumped out of bed. He needed to take a walk. He wasn’t supposed to, but he didn’t really care.
He grabbed his cloak and pushed open the door of the common room.
The halls were empty, but that didn’t really surprise him. It should be empty.
After some time aimlessly wandering, he decided to head back, when he suddenly heard a noise. More of a voice, actually.
Who could it be? Another student who couldn’t sleep? Fred or George preparing yet another prank? A teacher? Peeves?
He was in a part of the castle that he wasn’t extremely familiar with and he was tired, yet his curiosity got the best of him.
However, as Harry arrived to the place he thought he’d heard the voice, in a dark hallway, there was no one. Just an open window.
As he turned around to leave, wondering if he’d lost his mind, he heard the voice again, a whisper followed by a sob. It was coming from the window.
Harry was now too intrigued to back down, and climbed out of the window, making sure that his cloak wouldn’t fly away in the wind.
As he stepped onto the roof, he nearly gasped out loud. There was the smallest of balconies just a little but below with a slumped figure lying down, but that wasn’t what had surprised him. It was the view.
From here, he could see all of Hogwarts, with its moonlit rooftops, the tall spires reaching to the sky, the lake, far ahead, looking like an endless void of darkness, the trees of a far-below courtyard swaying in the breeze, and a scent which he couldn’t quite place in the air.
He looked down at the figure below. It was a man who seemed oddly familiar yet who he couldn’t quite place. In the moonlight, Harry could make out brown hair with a greenish tint to it, but what was striking was the tears streaming down what must have been a handsome face long ago, now hollow and devastated by grief.
“Ev, Ev, Ev, I miss you. I’m so sorry. Ev. Please be here. Please.”
The man was strangled by another sob. Harry had no idea who he was or who he was talking to, but he felt a twinge of pain in his chest. Whoever this was, they should be left alone.
But, as Harry climbed back through the window, he slipped and a loose tile crashed down onto the balcony.
whoops
“Evan? My Rose, is that you?”
His heart racing, Harry did his best to keep quiet. If he was found here, the man was sure to get angry. At least a minute passed before Harry heard a quiet laugh.
“Merlin, I’m an idiot. You aren’t here. I’ll never see you again. You’re dead, and I’m an idiot who can’t let go.” Another sob.
*** Professor Moody -no, not Professor Moody, the impostor- was transforming.
Harry gasped. The man! The man he’d seen on the balcony and in the Pensieve! The Pensieve, that’s where he’d seen him. And he was here now.
Harry did his best to make his memory work.
The Pensieve… Barty Crouch… Calling out to “Evan”…“My Rose”…
Harry suddenly remembered another name from the scene at the trial. Evan Rosier. Killed. Moody saying he’d fought him. Now, Moody imprisoned in a trunk by the man who’d called out to Evan Rosier, while crying, in the middle of the night.
Things seemed to make sense just a little bit more. They were death eaters, Rosier and Crouch, and friends. Or maybe, given the way Crouch had spoken, more than friends.
Harry wasn’t sure what to feel. Anger for the man who’d tried to kill him? Pity for lovers separated by death?
He didn’t know. And he probably never would.
Ok but enemies to lovers Rosekiller
With lots of angst + tension
They’re both attracted to each other despite hating each other’s guts
They’ll be in the middle of a fistfight and get an urge to kiss
Half the school thinks they’re gonna kill each other, half the school ships it
Two mentally unstable + horny guys, what could happen?
Day 10: trying on costumes
Love them sm
Barty as the creature because ✨️daddy issues ✨️