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atlasdoe · 4 months
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tempted to write a fic where Severus accuses Lily of only rejecting him because he's a Slytherin so Lily goes around a dates as many Slytherins as she can just to prove him wrong
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daddiesdrarryy · 6 months
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"Hear me out he didn't do anything wrong" No! Stop erasing my man's flaws. He did everything wrong and that's why I love him, for all the bad and the worst parts of him
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Bartemius Crouch jr. doing his little tongue thing™ with lip rings and a stud on his tongue.
thank u for listening to my TED talk.
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bri-cheeses · 3 months
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Evan would sleep on a silk pillowcase because he’s extra like that. Just saying
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sixlane · 3 months
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tricks up sleeves and all that
rosekiller microfic | 1,180 words | magician Barty, single dad Evan
The first thing Evan thought when his daughter told him she wanted a magician at her birthday party was how did I raise a child who enjoys close-up magic? It wouldn’t have been his first choice, probably wouldn’t have even been his last. He would’ve gone with something classier, more elegant, like a tea party or a day at the museum. Something to live up to the extravagance of previous years. Sure, Eleanor is only seven but that doesn’t mean she can’t enjoy the finer things. 
So, in between meetings and phone calls, Evan researched children’s birthday party magicians, and as you’d expect, not much was living up to his standards. After days of sifting through resumes and background checks, he was eventually able to find a well-designed website with good reviews and speak to a representative who promised to send their best.
This is why Evan is so confused when he opens his front door to find a tall, lanky man in ripped jeans and a worn out t-shirt, his look complete with ruffled hair, an eyebrow piercing, and excessive amounts of tattoos. 
“You must have the wrong house,” Evan says. He thinks he should probably close the door but something about this man is intriguing. He wants to look for just a second longer.
The man leans back to check the address beside the door. “You’re Mr. Rosier, right? I’m here for the birthday party. I’m Barty, the magician.” 
Evan raises a brow. “You don’t look like a magician.”
“Were you expecting a full tuxedo? It’s like 95 degrees out.” A tilted grin spreads over his face, showing off a pointy canine. “Here let me show you.” Before Evan can back away, Barty is reaching behind his ear and producing a shiny quarter, flipping it between his fingers confidently. “Ta da.”
“That’s hardly magic,” Evan says, crossing his arms. He better get a full refund if this is the best they had.
“No, you’re right. That’s just the decoy.” He raises his left hand, and between his thumb and pointer finger he holds Evan’s watch, which had previously been secured to his wrist.
Evan’s mouth drops open slightly. He hadn’t even felt it. “That’s not magic either, that is literally stealing.” He snatches the watch back, putting it on.
“It’s the art of misdirection,” Barty explains. “I do a dumb coin trick, and while you’re paying attention to that, I do something more impressive. It’s like, the basis of all magic.”
Evan doesn’t even know what to say. This man has just pickpocketed him on his own front porch and now he wants Evan to let him into his house? 
At the same time Evan is getting ready to slam the door in Barty’s face, Eleanor appears at his hip, smile wider than a mile across her face.
“Is this the magician, Dad?” she asks, tugging at his shirt while she bounces up and down.
“You must be Eleanor,” Barty says, squatting down so they’re at eye level. He’s performing now, Evan can tell. He lights up and his smugness from before is washed away. “Would you like to pick a card?” 
Eleanor nods enthusiastically.
Barty pulls a deck out of his back pocket and starts shuffling. Evan watches the way his fingers move deftly around the cards. Bending and flipping them expertly before fanning them out in front of her.
“Okay, go ahead. But don’t tell me what your card is, just show it to your dad and put it back anywhere in the deck.”
Eleanor does as instructed and shows Evan the card, ace of hearts, before sliding it back in.
“Thanks Eleanor, that’s great.” He starts shuffling the cards again, adding in flourishes here and there. Evan watches intently, trying to track his every move, see where he might be switching cards out or taking a peek, but he moves too quickly for Evan to stay on top of everything. “Now Ellie, can I call you Ellie?” Eleanor giggles and nods her head. “Your dad here,” he tilts his head up at Evan, “has already seen me do a trick similar to this, but I think I can put a new spin on it, what do you say?” 
Eleanor looks up at Evan, affronted. “Dad! You’ve been playing with the magician without me?”
Evan hears Barty try to stifle a laugh and feels the beginning of a tension headache spreading behind his eyes. “I was just making sure he was up to our standards,” he grits out.
“Don’t worry Ellie, your dad was just doing his due diligence.” Eleanor looks appeased and waves her hand in a motion that tells Barty to continue. He does one last shuffle and then reaches behind Eleanor’s ear. When he pulls back, he has the ace of spades in between his pointer and middle fingers. “So Ellie, was this your card?” 
She looks confused and a little disappointed. Evan holds himself back from kicking Barty directly in the face. “Um… close,” she says. “Mine had hearts on it.”
Barty looks at the card. “Huh. You know, sometimes the cards don’t always do what we want them to so we have to shake some sense into them. He starts waving the card quickly back and forth. When it comes to a stop, Barty holds the ace of hearts where the ace of spades had previously been. He smiles in triumph. Evan still kind of wants to kick him in the face.
Eleanor lets out an excited squeal and rushes forward to tackle Barty into a hug. “Can we keep him, Dad?” she screams directly in Barty’s ear. He doesn’t even flinch.
Evan lets out a resigned sigh. He’s really never been able to deny Eleanor anything, so he steps to the side, opening the door wider, a smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. “Of course Eleanor. Go gather your friends in the living room. Barty will be right in.” He places a hand on her head as she runs by.
Barty stands up and straightens his pants out, sliding the deck back into his pocket. “Good enough?” he asks, shrugging a shoulder.
Evan scrutinizes him for a second, running his eyes over every inch of the man. The line of his cheekbone, the curve of his neck, the way his thumb rubs a circle into the side of his pointer finger. There’s something about him. Evan hasn’t heard Eleanor scream that loud since Pandora got her a bug collection kit for Christmas last year. 
“I want you to know that I keep a detailed inventory of everything in my home, so if you steal something I will find out, and you won't be happy about the consequences.”
Barty smiles, something mischievous glinting in his eye. “We’ll see about that,” he says brushing past Evan to make his way into the living room. Evan closes the door behind him. Right before Barty turns the corner, he throws something over his shoulder. Without thinking, Evan catches it. His wallet. With the ace of hearts sticking mockingly out of the top.
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foursaints · 3 months
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but like what if barty accidentally walks into evan’s lab while he’s conducting one of his creepy little experiments and barty gets all hot and bothered watching evan squishing around elbow deep in various organs and then they fuck and it’s all bloody and gross and lovely because they would live and die for each other and then i go to jail because i’m fucked in the head
no your head is perfect and you would receive a medal of honor instead.... grim put me onto the idea of evan being the one who's really into blood & viscera and i do agree that (jenny holzer voice) surgery is his sex. i think blood doesn't do it for barty but he's EXTREMELY into seeing his little darling doing something objectively disgusting and clearly getting off on it. like barty is simply deeply attracted to the concept of Evan doing something Gross and Liking it. i was about to say something else but im trying to restrain myself on here like it was so terrible
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starbiesluv · 9 months
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rosekiller where everyone thinks Evan is the smarter one of the two but actually he needs to take his time to remember what to say for expelliarmus and Barty could recite the entirety of his transfiguration textbook back to you,
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rewritingcanon · 3 months
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no girl tell us what you think about jegulily!! im so here for it (tone is weird but I mean that genuinely, I don't ship them so I'm not here to be weird)
dw bae ur tone is fine ! (i’ve been waiting for an ask like this 💀) i think jegulily is... yeah its…. like usually as long as its legal idgaf as long as shippers portray their characters right but regulus fans are literally incapable 😭🙏 WHY WOULD U PAIR A MUGGLEBORN AND A BLOOD SUPREMACIST IM SO DONE WITH DIS FANDOMMMM!! that actually goes for a lot of lily ships like bartylily as well (no clue where that came from either but it’s equally as stupid lmfao).
and jegulily just feels like shoving in lily because people feel bad for ditching her, or shoving in regulus because some people like jily and jegulus and want them (for some reason) to coincide even though it makes zeroooo sense for it to. like, idk if i said this with jegulus before (i yap sm on this account i forget what i say), but like it, jegulily can be done well if a realistic dynamic is taken into account, but the marauders fandom is allergic to nuance and so just chalks up everything regulus does and believes to his neglectful homelife. hes not all-bad, sure, i do feel bad for him, but im nowhere close to shipping him with a woman whos part of the people hes trying to eradicate, or with her man who purposefully went against all pureblood tradition (which is such a large part of james’ character— he is a pureblood that chooses to be seperate from that culture hellooooo plz wake uppppp).
marauders fandom has a chronic “i can fix him” mentality when it comes to wizard neo nazis, i have never understood it. but thats a topic for another day.
jegulily should be filled with envy, toxicity and prejudice stop nerfing it to be some fluffy feel-good polyamorous stable marriage where they raise harry together. yall are looking over the potential. this ship has blood and guts in it plz act like it or else idk what to say 😭 if it doesnt end with at least one of them getting murdered i dont want it.
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honeybcj · 6 months
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evan has nipple piercings
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star4daisy · 7 months
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Toxic Bartylus
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"He’d cook his organs and make Regulus and himself a romantic dinner with candles, he’d always complained Barty wasn’t romantic enough.
He wondered what Regulus would think of this. Was it romantic enough for him?
Barty killed someone for him.
It would surely show him there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for Regulus.
It was the greatest love declaration anyone could offer.
Regulus would never be able to doubt Barty’s devotion to him after he was done."
from: my devotion
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englishboylover · 2 years
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barty *screams into evan's ear* : I LOVE YOU!
evan *pins barty against the wall, holds a dagger onto his throat* : IF YOU EVER WAKE ME UP AGAIN, I WILL SKIN YOU ALIVE.
barty *grins* : everything's fine as long as you're touching me.
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lexithwrites · 2 months
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i will die on the hill that sirius and james make a successful podcast together
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crepus · 6 months
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Barty's father had been very specific when he told him where he should seat in the train to hogwarts, which is why Barty went in the complete opposite direction as soon as he got on board.
He looked into the compartments until he found one with only two people, he opened it and peek inside, the two boys sttoped talking and looked at him
"Can I seat here?" Asked Barty with a smile, the one that won his mother back at home.
They look at him for a second, then the blonde one speaks
"Who are you?" The black haired one crosses his arms and leans back, looking at him expectantly.
Barty feels his stomach turn a little, but maintains the fake positivity
"Bartemius" The two kids look at him spectantly, that is not what they were asking, Barty realized. "Crouch" He adds.
He sees recognition flash across the two boys eyes, and that's how it's going to be right? the shadow of his all important father looming over him forever, even when he just wants to make friends not tied to him.
"Black" says the black haired one, how fitting, he moves his eyes to the other kid "And this is Rosier"
Now it's Barty's turn to recognize surnames, he's heard his father mention them, how he longs to storm into the Black residence and throw them all in Azkaban, same with the Rosiers.
His father would hate it if he talked with those two (even more so if they became friends) which was all the best for Barty. He made his decision. Now, this two would be his friends not tied to his father in any way.
"So, can I seat?" The kids exchanged glances, and Rosier moved closer to the window, Barty took seat next to him.
"It's Evan, by the way" Said the Rosier kid. "And this is Regulus." The boy gave him a nod.
Barty had to put in practice his best acting skills, he was euphoric, this would piss his dad so much.
"You can call me Barty."
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otrtbs · 1 year
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oh my god I see the vision it's like a movie I see it I see all of it like... even my bartylus brain rot is coming back and that's been dormant for a LONG time it's unrequited but I don't care it's there and it's ready I'm so obsessed with baseball player James already I need him
okay yes!!! like unrequited but like barty had regulus first (wildly toxic mindset ik but hear me out) and now he doesn’t know what to do bc him and regulus were so close they could’ve had EVERYTHING but regulus went and had his pretty little head turned by james fucking potter (who wouldn’t? man’s sweat glistening skin in the sunlight,,, arm muscles bulging w every swing of the bat,,, his stupid cocky little smile he does as he walks up to the plate,,, the whole town is falling over themselves for him I WANT THEM TO PLAY WALKUP SONGS WHEN THEY GO UP TO BAT (remus and peter are in charge of the music boombox)) and barty hates him so much he wants him dead and he’s seething and boiling over with a rage he’s never known like full on eye twitching at what’s happened bc it was barty who suggested they go watch a baseball game,, barty who introduced regulus to james ,, and now it’s all gone to pieces
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nikolai-alexi · 7 months
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A new challenge I’m setting myself: can Nik write a oneshot under 40 pages?
We’re at just under 5k words for the very first scene…will update when I get a chance to write again
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foursaints · 3 months
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evan the kombucha addict x barty the diet coke addict. neither of them drink WATER
no because evan rosier is the person to take a sip from a thermos and earnestly exclaim "ah... that's so good" but when you check the drink expecting to see some delicious beverage it's plain water
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