rosierslove

[rosierslove]

from the amount of times barty and evan have just- played around each other’s blood, they practically share the same DNA

[rosierslove]

James: why didn't anyone tell me that adult life is so difficult?

Euphemia: I told you

James: literally no one

Fleamont: I told you

James: why didn't I know anything???

Fleamont and Euphemia:

Sirius: sorry guys he's such a child

[rosierslove]

Barty: I feel like I’m forgetting something

Evan: Morals?

Barty: No, it’s something important

[rosierslove]

I can imagine rosekiller announcing their relationship on April Fools and laughing their ass off watching Hogwarts try to figure out if they are actually dating or not.

[rosierslove]

Bartylus, baby!!!!

Summary: Barty is in jail and Regulus wants to break up with him. Inspired by that one Shameless US scene.

"Barty..." There are no words to describe what Regulus is feeling right now, holding a phone to his ear and looking at Barty through the stained glass.

"I did it myself," he smirks proudly like it isn't obvious with his wobbly R and smudged g. Regulus is going to kill himself. And then Barty. Don't ask how.

What were you thinking?

Why are you making this so hard for me?

"That is not how you spell Arcturus."

"The fuck it isn't." Barty frowns and looks down at his bare chest. "A-k-t-u-r-u-s."

"I think I would know how to spell my own middle name, Barty."

"Fuck. Are you messing with me right now?"

"Are you?! Who the fuck gets a prison tattoo? Do you know what kinds of infections you could have gotten? Did you even sterilize—"

"—So you don't like it, is that what you're saying?"

"Jesus Christ." Regulus runs his hands through his hair, a fruitless attempt at soothing himself. "Whatever made you think that I'd like it?"

"I don't know, Regulus, the fact that it's fucking romantic?" Barty stared at him with raised eyebrows and Regulus resisted the urge to slam his head against the glass. "I was thinking that once I got out I'd have enough practice to make it look better, maybe even move on from the rusty needle. Then maybe I could give you one of my name. Maybe of my face? Definitely of my ass."

"I'm so not doing that."

"I'm kidding! You don't have to get one of my ass. Although, I must say, you're kind of missing out."

"I will not be getting any tattoos in your honor, Barty. It's over."

"What do you mean?"

"You and me. We're over. We're bad for each other, B."

It was startling, Barty's face changing from his usual couldn't-give-a-damn expression to something so solemn. Regulus had scarcely seen it happen over the course of their friendship. He saw it once, when he'd found out about Walburga's anger issues and how she chose to deal with them. And twice, when he'd pushed Regulus away after their first kiss.

And now, obviously.

"You don't mean that," he says gravely.

"I know we're not boyfriends, I know you hate that word but I thought—" Regulus takes a deep breath and makes himself look Barty in the eye. "I know about Evan."

It's funny. How Barty doesn't even try to deny it. Then again, he didn't think he would.

"Fuck," is the only thing he says.

Regulus agrees.

"I just came here to say that, so..." he grimaces, almost hanging up.

"Wait, Reg!" He sees more than hears the words leaving Barty's lips. He picks up the phone again. Barty is silent on the other end.

"What?" Regulus snaps. It irks him how the other boy enjoys making things harder for him. He knew how much this meant for him. How much he meant to him.

"Just–Don't go." Regulus scoffs. "I'll be your fucking boyfriend or whatever. I don't care but— Stay."

"That's exactly the problem, B. You don't care. I like you—"

"—I like you too!"

"Well I like you more! Clearly! I have been at your beck and call for months and you might pretend like you don't notice and everything is the same and we're still the Barty and Regulus from years ago, but we're not. I'm not. I refuse to spell it out for you, B, so read between the fucking lines."

Barty is silent for a long time before he speaks. Something about the shadows lurking in his eyes makes Regulus lean closer. Everything about Barty is magnetic, and he fucking despises it.

"I know," he nods slowly, "I have always known I don't deserve you. This is not me pitying myself, I know I'm a fucking scumbag, I'm proud of it. But Reg. Fuck. If you could see yourself the way I see you... Well, you'd freak out. I'm properly mental." He chuckles half-heartedly. "It's actually fucking annoying having you running around my head all day. Pretty sure my cell-mate thinks so too. Any day now he's gonna stab me in my sleep with my soap-knife—"

"—Your what?"

"It's a knife carved from soap. Don't worry about the details," Barty says, waving a hand dismissively. "My point is he's told me I'm getting on his last nerve by talking nonstop about you. Or at least that's what I think he said, half of it was in Spanish so, you know..."

"Oh."

"Yeah," Barty says while scratching the back of his neck. He avoids Regulus' searching gaze.

He knows he shouldn't press. That Barty is uncomfortable right now and that to leave it alone is for the best.

And yet...

"What do you say about me?"

It makes Barty throw his head back with a laugh. "Oh, baby, you'd be surprised."

"Well, go on." Regulus twirls the cord around his index finger. The one with the ring Barty gave him. "Surprise me."

"I talk about you at lunch, and make sure everyone knows how much I miss tasting your delicious food."

Regulus laughs but it's more of a punched breath. Barty practically bites through the spoon whenever he offers him a taste.

"I talk about you in the yard when I see the ridiculous cliques and know they'd make you laugh."

Barty describes them for him. He hates that it does make him laugh. He tells him he should join the retired christian hitmen. Barty disagrees, but only because he's forming his own clique.

"I even talked about you when some guy tried to beat the shit out of me. Told him how you weigh half as much as he does and could still kick his ass easily."

"Barty," he chastises. Try to stay out of trouble, he'd told Barty when he first visited him. To which he had replied, Don't worry, I'm going to make prision my bitch. It had done nothing to put Regulus at ease.

Barty smirks. "Shut up. You're flattered."

It makes him snort. Not bothering to deny it.

"I don't talk about you at night but that doesn't mean you're not up here being a little shit." He taps his forehead with the plastic phone and smiles languidly. "You haunt me. I want to know what you're doing, who you are with, it drives me up the walls."

Regulus swallows hard.

"I think often about how I'm here for you. And eventhough I know you hate me for it, I'd do it again. And again. I'll always look out for you first, Whiskers."

"You shouldn't."

"You see... I knew you would say that."

Regulus isn't surprised. They know each other better than anyone else.

"I'm still gonna do it," Barty adds, shrugging. "Even if you get rid of me."

"Like I could," Regulus scoffs. "Fucking parasite."

"Good," he declares. "Now, about Evan—"

Regulus' throat constricts. Right. He'd forgotten for a moment. Evan accidentally let it slip, how he spent the night at Barty's some weeks after their first kiss.

"It's over. I promise. It's been over for a long time. I haven't been able to–ehem–perform with anyone else since we..." he trails off but Regulus got the gist of it.

"Are you kidding? That was months ago!" Barty looks mortified which makes Regulus feel quite accomplished. Barty is naturally unashamed, unbothered and proud, and Regulus feels a rush whenever he manages to get him to snap. Pressing his finger on a bruise has always brought him pleasure. "Don't tell me you were suddenly feeling shy?"

"Fuck you, first of all. I don't want to talk about this."

"Did little Jr miss me so terribly he had to go into hiding?"

"Yes he fucking did!" Barty screams, all loud energy and electrifying gaze. Everything Regulus is fundamentally against concelead in a grimy boy who happens to be his favorite person in ths world.

"So you must like me a lot, huh?!" he goads.

"Yes, you asshole! Very fucking much!"

Regulus chuckles, chest warm and pleasant buzz under his skin. "Adorable. I guess your dick isn't the only thing that went soft."

Barty crackles at that, flipping him off as he laughs.

"I hate you so much," Barty mutters when the shared laughter dies down.

"Yeah, I know." Regulus smiles, gently tracing Barty's stupid tattoo with his eyes.

Regulus Akturus Black

"I hate you with my bones."

[rosierslove]

sum domestic jegulus ☕️☀️

[rosierslove]

✨ put us on ice by xjustakay ✨

“When you think about it, the rink is kind of like our circus.”

in celebration of finally wrapping up put us on ice, i was very lucky to be able to commission the loveliest @cuckooboo to do this incredible cover art piece!! truly the biggest of thank you's to cuckooboo for doing such an amazing job with this art, and all of my love and appreciation to each of you who have shown so much love to this story! it's been so very, very special to me<33

[rosierslove]

Jegulus Prompt: Amortentia

12.04.24, @jegulus-microfic

681 Words

____

James has often heard about the phenomenon of "X fell first, Y fell harder".

And he is certain that he is the exception.

Because it's not possible to idolise someone harder or stronger than he does it with Regulus Arcturus Black.

Because, and this is the problem, Regulus thinks James is terrible. He makes him feel it all the time.

Ever since the younger black moved in with James and Sirius (or rather James' parents), he at least talkes to James. But it's mostly just insults or snide remarks. But that's a start, isn't it?

So James has been the only one to fall so far.

James needs a plan to show Regulus that he's actually quite cool.

And the best way is for Regulus to just think he's cool!

Okay, yes, James knows how that sounds, but listen to him!

If he could theoretically infuse Regulus with a certain potion that would make him like him, then.... That would be a step in the right direction, wouldn't it?

James has even spoken to Sirius about it and he's totally on his side. (Okay, you see, James didn't tell Sirius it was about Regulus, but he agreed anyway, so it's all good).

So one morning, James puts a few drops of Amortentia in Regulus' juice at the breakfast table. And less than 2 minutes later, he sees Regulus finish the glass.

(Just don't ask where James got the potion from, he won a few bets against drunken teachers at the Three Broomsticks)

James knows that someone who drinks Amortentia turns pale and looks ill, but Regulus (and Sirius to be honest) is always as pale as if he's about to catch the flu.

So you can't tell the difference on the outside.

Normally the potion should take effect immediately, but James hardly notices any difference. Is the potion broken? Can something like this have a best-before date?

"What are you staring at, James?" Regulus suddenly snaps him out of his thoughts.

"I'm not staring at-" he breaks off mid sentence, only to continue shortly afterwards, "What did you just call me?"

"...James? Isn't that your name anymore?" Regulus replies snippily.

"You've never called me James before."

Regulus blushes, briefly averts his eyes, but immediately looks at him again: "Why does it smell more like you here today than usual? How pungent can your heavenly scent be?" Regulus' face takes on a strawberry colour and he immediately jumps up, wants to leave, but goes straight to James and hugs him.

James laughs softly, "Is everything all right, Reggi?"

"Shut up."

He runs his hand through Reggi's curls, putting an arm around him.

"I'd be a really good friend for you, you know?"

"I know."

"I wish you were like that too, without Amortentia."

"James, I'm not on drugs."

"Yes, darling, I put something in your juice."

"I drink the juice every morning, I can tell when something's different about it. I can do magic too, you know."

James pushes Regulus away from him and looks at him, confused. "What do you mean?"

Now it's Regulus who grins. "Well, let me put it this way, I hope for your sake Sirius hasn't drunk his juice yet."

"Regulus, what are you doing here with me?" James looks at Regulus, who is still clinging to him and hugging him.

"What do you want it to be?"

"I don't care, as long as it's with you."

"Sop"

They both smile shyly at each other until James realises that Regulus is looking at his lips rather than into his eyes.

But just as their lips almost touch, the door to the kitchen is yanked open. "Jammiieee-" cries Sirius, staring wide-eyed at James, "Hello, dear! What took you so long? I've been looking for you!" He sprints towards James and Regulus, tearing them apart and clinging to James with his arms and legs. "Sirius! I'm busy with -" but he sees Regulus goes out of the room, with a kiss, which he symbolically throws at James through the air before closing the door and disappearing.

Seems like James wasn't the only one who fell.

[rosierslove]

the fine man that he is

inspired by a picture of wonho (of course)

@/wherearethevampires (instagram)

[rosierslove]

I volunteer

Somebody needs to come talk to me about Evan Rosier immediately and continuously for the foreseeable future

[rosierslove]

Same, social anxiety makes it hard

Am I the only one who feels like I'm the only marauders fan ? Like, I can't find anyone !

I want friends who are obsessed with the Dead gay wizards of the 70s !!!

[rosierslove]

for their first time, james makes love to regulus under the stars. he rolls him over onto the soft grass, threads their hands together, and takes him apart under the comfort of the night sky. they are young and fumbling and innocently in love, and it’s so so special. i am a firm believer of this

[rosierslove]

Remus: I don't think you want me driving your car.

Regulus: Why?

Remus: I don't have a license!

Regulus: Why don't you have a license?

Remus: I'm poor!

[rosierslove]

James Potter is the kind of guy who would stop on the sidewalk to pick a dandelion and make a wish. And Regulus stands patiently waiting and asks, “What did you wish for?”. James kisses him softly while the dandelion fluff swirls around them. And James smiles and replies, “You tell me.”

[rosierslove]

I need soft rosekiller

I need the slowburn of them being best friends and over time realising how much they mean to each other

I need rosekiller who will do anything for each other

I need the soft kisses, the desperate longing, the rants to regulus about each other.

I need them being morons together 24/7

I just need rosekiller

[rosierslove]

Regulus *having a minor breakdown*

James *reaching up to wipe his tears*: Hey, it’s gonna be okay.

Regulus *grabs James’ wrist inches before his face*: Don’t fucking touch me.

James: I love you, do it again.

[rosierslove]

this would make a very funny jegulus fic