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whyistarchaser · 4 months

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A WORKOUT TO REMEMBER ! ROSEKILLER

Barty is always eager to fulfil his boyfriend’s dreams, goals and especially, his dirtiest thoughts.

Evan pov, Rosekiller microfic, slightly NSFW.

With his arms slightly numb and drops of sweat trickling down, disappearing beneath his shirt, Evan grabs the towel he had left between his legs to wipe his face. He sighs, running his hand through his hair as he contemplates the gym surroundings.

"Did you enjoy the lat tower?" Barty's voice takes him by surprise, a warm breath brushing against his ear, sending a shiver down his neck.

"Only you can know what that's called," Evan responds, trying to maintain a neutral tone, concealing the nervousness provoked by Barty's proximity. Rising from the machine, he notices Barty leaning back for a moment before feeling his lips on his neck.

"Damn, Barty, that's disgusting. Don't do that," Evan chides, watching Barty roll his eyes with a mocking smile.

Barty crosses his arms, displaying the biceps he diligently works on every day. Evan feels an urge to squeeze the skin under his fingers, but he restrains himself. Barty's gaze focuses on Evan's body as he stretches his arms, attempting to relax his muscles. Evan meets Barty's eyes.

"Want an autograph? A pic?"

Barty doesn’t answer, leaving them both in a weird silence. Evan tries to mask the discomfort, raising an eyebrow and staring at Barty. Not receiving an immediate reply, he furrows his brow, turning to pick up the water bottle from the floor. Barty doesn't miss a beat, whistling at the new sight, causing Evan to punch Barty's arm in response, earning a hearty laugh.

"How aggressive," Barty says, massaging the spot where Evan hit him. "Save it for later," he continues, winking. Evan, unsure how to respond, lands another punch, this time on the other shoulder. Barty laughs again, and Evan does his best not to roll his eyes.

He really tries.

Ignoring Barty's provocations, Evan walks past him, brushing his shoulder on the way. He heads towards the locker rooms, attempting to keep embarrassment at bay. Sensing Barty's presence right behind him, Evan feels his eyes scanning him from top to bottom. Glancing over his shoulder, he catches Barty looking at his ass. When Barty realizes he's been caught, he smiles shamelessly and trots to Evan's side, brushing his arm against Evan's and emanating a warmth that has become familiar.

"Not many people around," Barty comments casually, brushing their fingers together with a mischievous smile. Evan looks at him with a furrowed brow, not understanding what he means until the spark in Barty's eyes confirms his thoughts. Evan snorts and quickens his pace.

“That’s better. Fewer people to deal with,”

Evan pushed open the locker room door, holding it for Barty to enter first. Barty thanked him amidst curses.

"Don't be a killjoy; you know it's a good time for your idea," Barty said.

Evan shook his head, trying to ignore him, hoping that maybe he would be quiet. He wasn't in the mood for the people in the locker room to find out about his erotic dreams.

A blush took hold of the lower part of Evan's neck and parts of his cheeks as he recalled everything in a rush. He shook his head, leaving the towel and the bottle on the benches in front of the lockers. Barty didn't move away from Evan's side, insisting on a response while tapping his arm. Evan scanned the locker room out of the corner of his eye.

The truth was, there weren't many people around either...

"Stop," he replies, giving Barty a light smack, unsure if he's addressing himself or Barty. Barty snorts again but doesn't press further. Evan rummages through his pockets for the locker key, finding it in his right pocket.

Approaching his locker, Evan has Barty pressing his body against the grey door. Evan looks at him irritably, attempting to push him aside to access the locker, but Barty presses harder against the metal door.

"You're acting like a child; stop it."

"Or what?"

Normally, the typical juvenile game of "I dare you to..." shouldn't work with an adult, but Evan's decision was made the moment they entered the gym.

Suppressing the smile that wants to form on his lips, Evan glances around. The few people in the locker room don't pay them any attention. Taking advantage of the situation, he leans just enough to brush their noses.

"Or we won't be able to fulfil my fantasy," Evan whispers over Barty's lips, watching the spark intensify in his eyes and his lips curve into a sly smile.

Stepping back, Evan allows himself to put his things in the locker while Barty does the same in the one next to his.

Biting his lip, Evan takes a last look at the room, finding fewer and fewer unfamiliar faces. His mind wanders between memories and dreams, where the gym fantasy begins.

Not long ago, Barty suggested joining his old gym, as if gym dates were the best way to win over someone who would rather die than go for a morning run. At first, Evan flatly refused, proposing better ways to spend time together. But after much begging and a couple of favours... he ended up giving in.

On the first day at the gym, Evan tried to follow Barty's routine, a big mistake considering that the only thing saving him from death by strangulation the next day was his sore muscles. After years of not setting foot in a gym, it took Evan a while to get used to the evening routine. The only things that really comforted him during the first few weeks were the views provided by Barty and his stupid routine.

That, and the wonderful showers.

Evan's mind reserved a special place for those spacious and grey gym showers. So special that after a long day with Barty at the gym, his brain decided to project its best ideas into dreams.

Barty. Cold walls. Steam from hot water. Mouths.

The dream ended up escaping from Evan's lips one night with Barty, who had the habit of telling him every one of his dreams. Barty loved the idea, and from that moment on, not a single day passed without Barty looking at him with a playful smile every time they returned to the gym.

Of course, considering the number of people coming to the gym, the moment hadn't presented itself.

Until today.

Barty clears his throat while sitting on the bench, holding a medium-sized towel intended to cover himself after the shower.

The shower.

Evan looks at him and grabs his towel, closing the locker and putting the key back into his sports pants. He runs his tongue over his lips and makes a small gesture for Barty to follow him.

The sound of water running in a few stalls reaches Evan's ears, and internally, he's grateful that the last one is empty. Nerves take hold of him as soon as they enter, seeing again the grayish marble walls. He hangs the towel on one of the hooks away from the shower just before Barty appears, tossing his towel into a corner and looking at Evan with a smile.

Evan rolls his eyes, returning the smile, stretches his hands in Barty's direction, and Barty doesn't hesitate to lock the door and push Evan against one of the walls to kiss him fiercely while he holds him by his thighs.

Evan's moan dies on Barty's lips, feeling the key to the shower hitting the lower part of his back, causing the shower to turn on immediately, soaking them still with their clothes on. Neither of them cares because Barty doesn't let go, and Evan doesn't push him away. He plunges his fingers into Barty's wet hair, pulling with force and smiling when he sighs against his mouth.

The water prevents the kiss from lasting too long, prompting Barty to change walls. Evan appreciates the new position and focuses on sliding his hands under Barty's shirt, touching the tense muscles with the tips of his fingers and enjoying the sounds he makes against his neck.

He took the edges of Barty's t-shirt, removing it and throwing it somewhere. He didn't get distracted and quickly slid his hands under Barty's shirt, touching the tense muscles with the tips of his fingers and enjoying the little sounds his boyfriend made against his neck.

Evan took the edges of his own t-shirt, removing it and throwing it somewhere. It didn't take much time, and he started caressing Barty's back again while the boy kissed him, biting his lower lip hard, and making his short nails sink into broad shoulders. They broke the kiss again, and Evan sighed, resting his head on the wall and leaving his neck at Barty’s disposal. Barty took pleasure in sucking and biting the sensitive skin on his throat, making sure to leave marks that would last for days, maybe even weeks.

Evan could feel his body trembling and his breathing heaving. His mind repeated the images of his dream, and an involuntary moan escaped his lips.

"Barty... Please," he whispered his name, bringing his hands up to grab him by the hair, pulling him away from his neck and making him look Evan in the eye.

"Stop playing games," Evan said with a frown. Barty smiled at him and attacked his lips again, softening the kiss halfway through. He took Evan down from his arms, and with his feet on the ground, turned Evan around without warning, squeezing him back against the wall.

"As you like," he whispered back, caressing Evan’s waist and pressing his body against his. His lips lingered on Evan’s neck, but his hands glided over his boyfriend’s body, wrapping around his waist and paying special attention to his belly. Evan squirmed against the touch, feeling the warmth of Barty’s chest against his bare back. The chill of the tiles sent a shiver down Evan’s belly.

He felt Barty's smile on his skin, accompanied by small kisses along his shoulder. Evan swallowed hard and tried not to let out pathetic sounds from his mouth, which was impossible when Barty's hand travelled past his belly and into his pants. Barty's cold fingers caressed Evan’s most sensitive area, a sigh of relief escaping his lips, and his head instinctively threw back. He closed his eyes and gasped at the little rubs above his boxers. A bite made his skin crawl, and Evan bit his lower lip, smiling.

"Did you imagine it like this, baby?" Barty whispered in his ear.

He hoped no one heard the loud moan slip out of his mouth.

#whyistarchaser writes #rosekiller #barty crouch jr #barty x evan #evan rosier #slytherin skittles #slytherin #nswf little warning ig #i wrote this a while ago with oc characters but this screams rosekiller #marauders era #microfiction #rosekiller microfic

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not-so-fearless-stiles · 16 days

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Okay, I’ve had this story up since the 21st of march (I think.) and in all honesty? I’m absolutely in love with it, I’m currently working on the next chapter, along with fic edits for TikTok and I’m really excited! So if you enjoy oc insert stories, along with Ron Weasley x Male, while the oc also being Sirius blacks son, then I think you might enjoy it! If you want to please check it out!

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murderoushagthesequel · 1 year

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the next from the mlp au!!!

the rosier twins <3 they're zebras!

for the jewelry, i kept with the theme of each band being something that needs to be earned so i figured, neither of them would have 5 like zecora so i gave pandora 3 and evan 1!

so yeah, pandora is rainbow and evan is river :)

i'm really proud of these two ngl (they've probably involved the most actual creation beyond tracing so far)

Rainbow

twin sister of river

lives in the everfree forest

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earned her cutie mark mixing random herbs in water for fun

zebra!

magical genius

potions apprentice

River

twin brother of rainbow

healer & meditation instructor

earned his cutie mark meditating & floating water w/ his mind (y'all remember that episode where zecora's training twilight for trixie?)

lives in the everfree forest

he/they

spiritual genius (knows nothing about potions)

also a zebra lol

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#marauders x mlp #hag's mlp au #evan rosier #pandora rosier #pandora lovegood #rosier twins #marauders #marauders era #my little pony #mlp gen 4 #mlp g4 fanart #mlp oc art #hag's art

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sayafics · 9 months

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The Makings of an Army - Chapter I

The sound of cheers echo through the crisp air.

It was a cold winter evening, the snow was thick, lying over the woodlands like a dense blanket, most of the trees were stripped of their leaves but the spindly branches were still weighed down heavily as soft mounds of snow collected on them.

Shrubs of beautyberry and mahonia were dotted around chaotically, the hues of blue and purple flowers gleaming brightly against the stark white that had lulled the woods to sleep.

The sky had already darkened, but the three stumbling figures felt as though nothing could dim their glowing spirits.

They had escaped.

They’re free.

The realisation had been spiralling around the mind of the shortest boy, his heart racing with adrenaline, hands trembling as he laughed in disbelief causing his shoulders to shake lightly and strands of blonde hair to fall and brush against his forehead with every breath.

His eyes glanced down at a mop of dark curls. The boy he was holding up, tired and wrecked, had also been laughing, relief filling his body as the air from his lungs escaped with manic glee.

The shortest boy then glanced at his other friend, his hair shining almost red in the moonlight as they caught each other’s eyes, there was a whisper of incredulity reverberating through the gap between them.

“We did it Barty,” the blonde boy’s voice shook, his blue eyes wide in joy, the colour almost glittering in the slivers of light as they burned at the realisation before he looked down at the boy the two were holding up, “we’re free Reg,” he pulled the dark-haired boy up higher, pulling the arm over his shoulder tighter so he wouldn’t slip, “we’re free.”

Regulus sighed quietly, his body slumped over and his eyes were closed as he moved his feet subconsciously to match the strides of his friends and leaning his head on the blonde-haired boy’s shoulder, a lop-sided grin tugged at his lips, “we made it Ev.”

Silence stretched between them soon, but it was the type of silence they had longed for over so many years. It was calm and quiet, there was no urge to fill it with endless rambles, or dares and gossip meant for distraction, or questions about schoolwork and exams to avoid what truly haunted their thoughts.

It was a silence they relished in as they tried to settle their frantic hearts and convince their paranoid minds.

They were free. Truly free.

The silence was broken by Evan’s squawk of indignation as Regulus seemed to hunch over further, his breathing laboured and shallow, dizziness overtaking him as he screwed his eyes shut further, in an attempt to shake away the feeling he was on the verge of collapsing.

“Shit,” it was the first word Barty had spoken, his voice rough and raw, as he threw a hand around Regulus’ waist to stop him from keeling over. He stopped abruptly, forcing Evan to come to a halt as they both manoeuvred Regulus between them so they could hold him upright once more, when Barty continued his voice was tight, “we have to get somewhere safe. Fuck, we can’t apparate anywhere like this, it’d bloody well kill him if anything goes wrong.”

Barty was right, but Regulus still tried to protest. As his head raised against the nausea that weighed heavily on him, Evan interrupted his pained whispers of protest.

“Bart’s right. You’re still hurt from the first time. We can’t risk doing that again. Look we’ll go somewhere close, okay? We’ll stay for the night, try and fix you up and then we’ll leave.”

Regulus still shook his head in dissent, his tongue feeling too thick to speak in his usual aloof tone.

“This isn’t up for debate Black,” Barty had used his last name, that only meant he was getting annoyed with Regulus, he was already paranoid and seeing Regulus like this? Both Barty and Evan were on the verge of losing their minds, their hearts sinking in dread.

Without another word, Barty lugged Regulus further up, nodding at Evan to do the same. Between the two of them, they shared the burden of Regulus’ wilting body, feverous wishes whispered into the darkness as they searched for somewhere safe.

Anywhere safe.

Evan felt his breaths stutter when he saw it. A small path was outlined by pebbles and slabs of rocks, the dirt path led up to a quaint and homely cabin.

Off to one side Evan could hear slow running water, and as his eyes followed the path ahead, they began to trace over the wooden residence. It looked neat and tidy, it was made of rough logs, the oak covered in growing moss and twining vines that leach up every corner they could find, and although it seemed small, he knew it would be safe.

It had seemed Barty had caught sight of it too, and the two began to lug Regulus’ collapsing body its way.

Barty’s eyes roved over the bushes of firethorn and winter jasmine, secretly admiring the shrubs of daphne and winter aconites.

The air was tinged with a floral scent, it was overpowering. But in some way the boys found themselves relaxing at the scent, such fragrances had never graced the halls of the houses they grew up in. And it seemed to further cement the fact they had escaped.

As they drew closer, they looked around the cabin cautiously. Barty heaved Regulus’ weight onto Evan, ignoring his yelp at the sudden load, before trekking around the house, looking for any sign of life.

There was not even a lit candle, and he deemed it safe enough to enter.

If there happened to be a muggle inside, he could always take care of the problem. For now, the more important thing was to get Regulus out the cold, and to help him before they formulated a plan to escape.

Barty came back to his friends, helping Evan bear Regulus’ weight as he gave them both an affirming nod – this place would do, for now.

They began to stumble their way in, reaching the door. There was a moment of hesitation then, as the boys hoped that the door would open with no resistance.

They were defenceless. Wandless.

Regulus had lost his wand to his brawl with the Inferi, Evan had snapped his from his own clumsiness and Barty had tossed his away, afraid his father might have charmed it with a locator spell.

It was Evan who reached for the doorknob, his hands were now steady as he calmed from the adrenaline that had been racing through his blood when they had first apparated into the woods. They wrapped around the handle, pushing down on it.

Click.

A surprised laugh escaped him, a gasping sound as he realised the door was open. That they could go in, they could help Regulus and they would have somewhere warm to sleep.

“C’mon Ev, let’s get him in.”

Needing no further prompting, the pair dragged in their tired and injured friend, crossing into the threshold with darting eyes.

Barty didn’t see much sense in taking in the decor, accepting the burden of Regulus’ limp body as Evan spun around in one place and took in the house.

Barty dragged Regulus towards a tattered sofa, it was a muddy brown colour with mismatched throwovers strewn across the arms and back. It was just long enough for Regulus to fit comfortably, but his long legs still hung over one side as his head rested against the arm on the other.

Regulus released a soft sigh, his heart calming as he sank into its warmth.

Barty had taken that as a sign to survey the room, and so his eyes began to dart and trace every item he could find within reach.

The cabin was larger than they expected, they stood in the living room, which was pieced together with shades of nude, brown and grey.

Apart from the sofa Regulus began to lightly doze off in, there was also a reclining armchair glowing a hideous yellow that sat on one side of the room, beneath a large window. At the centre of the room sat a teal tea table, potted plants and drained cups of tea littered atop, and underneath it was a plush cream rug.

Behind them sat a fireplace, outlined by a wall of cobblestone. In it was the ashes of a fire that had been doused long ago.

So far, the trio had been eyeing each other and their surroundings in the dark, the moon as their only source of light. But it didn’t take long for Evan to fumble with the trinkets nailed to the walls and switch on the lights by accident.

He flinched when the lights flickered on and pooled the room in a hazy yellow, glancing across the room to find an open kitchen, separated from them by a counter. The kitchen was blooming with hues of teal and green.

His lips twitched in amusement; the cabin was a myriad of mismatched colours. But it looked cozy, like it had been well used and was filled with a kind of warmth the boys had never gotten close to scratching.

It didn’t take long for the boys to track their eyes back to Regulus’ form, guilt flooding their eyes at the sound of his pained breaths. Evan looked to Barty, “find some stuff we can use.”

Without their wands they were practically useless, and being so unfamiliar with the muggle world meant they had no clue how to use their resources.

Still, Barty replied with a steely nod as he began to rummage through the kitchen drawers looking for something that could help.

Evan made his way to Regulus. The curly-haired boy was still dressed in his school robes, so Evan began to pull those off first. They were damp now, an earthy and musty scent emanating from it with each movement. As the robe was thrown aside Evan had to hold his breath at the sight in front of him.

It wasn’t the first time he had seen Regulus in such a state. No, the first time had been when Kreacher had apparated them to the outskirts of a dark and despicable cave, where they had found Regulus’ body broken and limp at the mouth. Kreacher had begged them to take him. To take him and run, to save his Master.

And of course, they did.

Regulus had looked so small in that moment, and it caused a fiery sense of protection to bubble in the hearts of his friends.

Their first attempt at apparating somewhere safe had gone completely wrong, causing Evan’s wand and Regulus’ thigh to get splinched.

Evan profusely apologised as he wrapped the shredded pieces of his robe tightly around the wound, hoping to stop the bleeding.

Barty had discarded his wand on the rocky island, fearful of getting caught by his father. So there was not much to do but hope Regulus did not die until they could get him somewhere safe.

It was only now though, that Evan got a clear look at the damage Regulus had faced alone in that cave. His shirt was splotched with blood, deep gashes and light lacerations marking his body, tearing itself across his stomach and back and shoulders and neck.

Evan drew in a shaky breath, Regulus had either fallen unconscious or succumbed to the deep sleep his body had been begging him for, which only caused Evan to panic further.

His voice raised, his eyes round and face pale in distress, “Crouch! Hurry up and find something!”

Find something. But what?

Barty didn’t know.

He knew everything there was to know about the Dark Arts, consuming every book and novel he could find, researching every legend and every myth.

But healing? Especially as a muggle?

Still, he rummaged chaotically through the drawers, uncaring of the thuds and crashes he causes. He had just made it to the cupboard under the sink when he saw it.

First-aid kit. That had to be a muggle tool, right?

He wasn’t too sure, but tearing it open he found bandages. And he was sure he had seen Madam Pomfrey use them numerous times during his visits to the nurse, so they had to be helpful.

Yes. Yes, this would do.

He stumbled to his feet, lurching out the waist-length door attached to one side of the kitchen counter so he could make his way back to his friends.

“Here,” he thrusted the first-aid kit into Evan’s hands as he took a seat next to him on the floor, “here, use these.”

Evan looked at the materials in confusion, the boys had no clue what they were doing. But if they didn’t try, they weren’t sure if Regulus would ever be okay.

His gashes had stopped bleeding, and Evan was sure the place where he was splinched had stopped bleeding too.

Still, he looked at Barty in poorly concealed fear, “I don’t…I don’t know how to- fuck, I don’t know how to use this stuff.”

Barty opened his mouth, unsure of what he was going to say but trying anyway, before he was cut off.

“Oh.”

Evan’s lips hadn’t moved, and a glance at Regulus showed he was still in a blissful sleep. To make matters worse, this voice was quiet, it was soft, and it was feminine. It had come from behind them, and the two boys twisted viciously as they clambered to their feet, standing defensively in front of the sofa Regulus occupied.

It was a girl. A muggle?

Barty closed his eyes in frustration, he should have checked the house. He should have made sure they were alone. He thought back to the potted plants that were still alive and the cups of tea that were freshly drained and berated himself for his carelessness.

The girl that stood in front of them was shorter than them all, her dark hair flowed around her in unruly waves, her eyes squinted against the light and in her hands, she held tightly onto a pink slipper. The dim lights made her brown skin glow golden under the yellow hues.

Evan snorted quietly at the sight of that, but Barty only released an angered sigh as he began to step forward to the girl.

Evan could tell from the way Barty’s shoulders had raised, the way his lips curled with ferocity and the way his muscles tensed that Barty was getting ready for a fight.

He would kill this girl if he had to, if it meant Regulus and Evan would be safe. He would kill her with no remorse.

But he was stopped by a tight grasp to his shoulder, fingers clenching tightly into the material of his school robes as Evan tugged him back, so he stood at his side.

Barty looked at Evan with narrowed eyes, but Evan was only looking at the girl as she raised her slipper higher as though she was ready to take aim. Barty could see how Evan was holding back his amusement at the sight, his worry for Regulus outweighing his urge to pull his usual antics.

Barty’s back straightened at Evan’s voice, it was low – almost a whisper, full of pleading as his other hand came up in a placating manner.

“Please, can you help our friend?”

The girl’s eyes glanced towards the legs that hung over the arm of the sofa in scepticism, and Evan nudged at Barty to make a path for her to see.

The girl had so many questions running in her mind. Who are these people? How did they get here? Why are they here? Are they going to hurt her?

Every question died as they tried to escape past her lips, every protest squashed as she took in the sight of a boy who looked so small and so frail as he laid back against the sofa. His shirt was bloodied and torn, and around his thigh was a tightly wrapped piece of clothing.

Her brows furrowed as she struggled to make a decision, but Evan spoke again, “he’s our friend. He’s hurt, badly. Please.”

Her eyes flickered back to meet his, the blue eyes were drowning in guilt and in sorrow but a glance at his friend made her hesitate a moment longer.

It was then Barty had chosen to speak, “we won’t hurt you. Just help him.”

His words were not as kind, nor as pleading but she could see the grief-stricken expression he tried to restrain, the stoic mask he tried to put in its place.

So, she stepped forward, the hand holding her slipper lowered as it dropped to the floor. She treaded her way closer cautiously, holding her breath as she brushed past the two boys who stood at the end of the sofa like guard dogs, before coming to a stop at the injured boy’s side.

He looked like he was sleeping, but his face would tighten in pain every now and then, his breathing would become sharp and laboured before slowing down again. She glanced to the first-aid kit left on the ground at her feet.

She had three strange boys in her house, and she couldn’t do anything which would spook them unless she wanted them to hurt her. She recognised the spark of violence in the eyes of the taller boy when he stalked his way towards her before the blonde-haired one had stopped him.

She takes in a shaky breath, taking one final glance in the direction of the boys and noticing how they had come closer – they watched her with wide eyes and terrorised grimaces – before kneeling next to the limp figure on the couch.

She could do this.

She would help them and then they would leave.

Taglist: @xcharlottemikaelsonx

#regulus black #regulus black fic #regulus black x reader #regulus black x ofc #regulus black x oc #harry potter #hp marauders #hp fandom #hp fanfic #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #evan rosier #slytherin

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riousluvs · 2 months

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what i write/future masterlist

harry potter (marauders era)

harry potter (golden trio era)

haikyuu

voltron legendary defenders (dead but imma bring it back y'all)

she ra (2018)

sherlock bbc

marvel (any)

atsv

oc x oc

ill add more as they come to me

also please!! send me requests i LOVE doing those- ill post a prompt list very soon

SIDENOTE: since it's ramadan right now I'm not going to be posting any writing until it's over, however please send in requests and i'll post them asap- it'll be helpful for me to know your user so i can tag you as soon as i post it! feel free to send up to 5

#fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #harry potter #marauders era #atsv #spiderman atsv #iwaizumi x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black x reader fluff #evan rosier x y/n #writeblr #writers on tumblr #tumblr writing community #oc development #across the spiderverse #artists on tumblr

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shockinglystablecapricorn · 1 year

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Year 5&6 mood board for my Gryffindor x regulus black fic found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43802217/chapters/110146086

Each chapter is a moment from a semester at Hogwarts for these two. But I’ll probably add in a few summers as our time is coming to an end. Might do a secondary series with shorter drabbles if there are other scenarios that don’t drive the plot, but would be fun to read about these rascals getting into over the years

Also, really entering Rosemary’s Wonderland by Taylor Swift era. Spooky times ahead.

Series Summary:

Some Slytherins are sorted there because of necessity; they grew up in homes where being clever and cunning was the only way to survive, where ambition stems from being better than their parents. Exhibit A: Regulus Black.

Some Gryffindors are sorted there because of circumstance; growing up in homes with thoughtful fathers and curious mothers created an individual belief system rooted in compassion, with the security to be bold in pursuit of what they think is right. Exhibit B: Rosemary Fawley.

Two Sacred 28 purebloods growing up at Hogwarts during Voldemort's first rise to power. Is one girl enough to save Regulus from his fated end in the cave? Or is she the real reason behind the sacrifice?

#regulus black #regulus black fic #regulus black x gryffindor!oc #harry potter marauders #regulus black x reader #regulus black wonderland #life was never worse but never better #evan rosier #barty crouch junior #harry potter ao3 #sacred 28 #death eaters

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witchywomanrunningupthathill · 2 years

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Veritaserum

Pairing: Regulus x Female!OC

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: (very minor) swearing, Evan Rosier??? (I feel like he’s a warning)

Description: Regulus and Iris brew veritaserum for their NEWT Potions project

The castle dungeons were always freezing at night. And drafty. Very drafty. Iris Avery puts her face directly over a steamy, bubbling silver cauldron. She closes her eyes, willing the chill she’s caught to go away.

The deserted potions classroom lies in shadows, save the set of lab tables at the center of the ancient room which are illuminated by moonlight from the oculus in the ceiling. Iris removes her head from above the cauldron to check the copy of Advanced Potion Making laying open on the table. She reads down the ingredients list:

Distilled water – half a cauldron (dependent on its size)

Erumpent fluid – 3 teaspoons

Newts – 5 of, boiled

Black beetle eyes – 57, boiled

Jobberknoll feathers – 7 of, wing feathers

Next to her stands Regulus Black armed with a knife as he severs the tails of five Newts. Iris grimaces at the bloody sight laid on the wooden cutting board, trying not to gag.

“Of course you had to pick one of the most difficult potions to make,” Regulus chides. Iris scoffs at him.

“Is that a complaint I hear Mister Potions Master?” Iris prods flippantly. Regulus rolls his eyes.

“Well, if you’d actually contribute, we might be able to get this done before the next moon cycle starts.”

“You say it like I do nothing around here…” Iris challenges. “I boiled the cauldron…and did one of the Newts—”

“You barely got halfway through cutting its tail!”

“Hey, you know how I am around blood!

“Right… And good thing I’m doing it now because the last thing I need is you spewing into my potion.”

“Our potion! Plus, this isn’t how I had planned my Friday night would go…”

“That makes two of us. Will you get the Erumpent fluid from the cupboard?” Iris gets up from the table, playfully glaring at Regulus. She returns with the ingredient after a moment, adding in the first teaspoon.

“How does one harvest Erumpent fluid, do you think?” Iris asks as the potion begins to turn magenta. Regulus shakes his head, smirking slightly.

“You’re asking the wrong person, dear,” Regulus answers. Iris frowns as she adds the second and third teaspoons.

“How long do you think Slughorn will go on about it if I bring it up during class Monday?” Regulus chuckles.

Professor Slughorn was surely not a man of brevity. Regulus remembers asking the man about substituting sage for peppermint in the Elixir to Induce Euphoria. Slughorn proceeded to recount an extended anecdote of when he and his fellow roommates snuck a draught of the elixir from the Potions Master to…enjoy at a party following Slytherin’s win in the Quidditch House Cup.

“Depends. If it’s something he’s not personally invested in, maybe it’ll take…hmm… thirty minutes this time? Clip those Jobberknoll feathers, will you?”

Iris giggles as she grabs the shears. She cuts the feathers then returns to the back cupboard for the Black beetle eyes. Regulus drops the first Newt into the simmering cauldron just as the classroom door creaks open, drawing both of their attention to the tall, blonde-haired boy standing in the doorway with his eyes covered. Somehow, even in this daft display, Evan Rosier still managed to exude pretension and an acute sense of entitlement.

“Is it safe for me to uncover my eyes?” He asks.

“Nope, we’re naked!” Iris quips. Regulus stirs the steaming cauldron before adding another Newt to the potion, a wry smirk spreading across his face.

“Oh, Merlin!” Evan scowls as he starts for the door.

“Pull your head out of the cauldron, Rosier! Not like we both haven’t seen Reg in various stages of undress…” Iris retorts as she closes the cupboard door and pads back to the table, a glass vial of beetle eyes in hand.

“You two were put on this earth to give me a headache...” Regulus says, shaking his head as he adds the last Newt. Evan walks over to the couple.

“Ah, but you still love us, don’t you Reg?” Evan pats Regulus’ shoulder.

The potion begins to take on a garnet hue just as Iris returns to the lab table and sets down the beetle eyes. She glances at the potions textbook again then reaches for the clipped Jobberknoll feathers, adding them to the cauldron one at a time.

Evan eyes the textbook, picking it up and reading. “Veritaserum…” The potion turns a deep shade of violet as Evan looks at Iris. “How’d you manage to convince Sluggie to let you brew this one?”

Iris barely meets his gaze before she removes the cauldron from the heat. “Didn’t have to,” she declares, setting the cauldron down. “I’ve got this one working with me.” She puts her arm around Regulus as he tries to wiggle out of her grasp.

“Oh, yes, how could I forget you’ve got the teacher’s pet…”

“Alright, that’s enough out of both of you.” Regulus announces. Evan brings his hand to his chest, as if he’s been wounded by his best friend’s words. Iris lets out a huffed laugh. Regulus leaves the table to go to the back counter, his eyes scan the shelves above filled with glassware. Evan and Iris continue to banter behind him. He settles for a stout, green-hazed glass container with a cork stopper and brings it back to the lab table.

Iris waves her wand causing the stopper to rise off of the container and onto the table.

“Lazy,” Regulus prods. Iris lightly shoves his shoulder.

“You weren’t saying that yesterday in Herbology when that baby mandrake almost bit your pinkie off. Sprout would have had a conniption!”

“Totally different circumstances.”

“Whatever you say, Black. Just be happy that I’m contributing now.”

Iris points her wand at a large glass dropper, which levitates over to their lab table, tapping Evan on the shoulder in the process. The wizard yelps, slightly flailing his arms. Evan’s hand bumps the cauldron, causing some of the Veritaserum to spill over the lip.

“Oi! Mind the cauldron, Rosier!” Iris scolds.

“It’s not my fault your enchanted dropper startled me!” Evan challenges, trying to recover his smug, unassuming countenance. The dropper reaches the cooling cauldron, lowers itself into the solution then floats over to the container, squeezing the potion into it. The enchanted instrument repeats this until the glass is full and the cork replaces itself over the top of the container. Regulus moves the container under the room’s oculus, bathing the potion in moonlight.

“Well, if you weren’t in its way…” Iris replies snidely.

“Thank Merlin this is over with. I don’t know how much more of you two together I can take,” Regulus says.

“Good, then let’s get out of here, I’m fucking freezing” Evan suggests.

Iris and Regulus grab their bags then follow Evan out into the dimly-lit corridor. Regulus wraps his arm around Iris’ shoulders, bringing her into a side-hug. He pecks the side of her head.

“Why must I be subject to your PDA?” Evan whines.

“You could always join in,” Iris jests.

“Hm. Didn’t know you were into that, Avery… Reg, your girl’s a freak,” Evan retorts. Regulus facepalms, shaking his head at his absolutely ridiculous best friend and girlfriend.

#regulus x reader #regulus black x reader #regulus x oc #regulus black x oc #regulus black x ofc #regulus black fic #regulus black fanfiction #regulus black fluff #evan rosier #harry potter fanfiction #regulus black #regulus #hp #iz writes

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prtfrmhrtbrn · 8 months

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living an actual life for the first time in yeqrs but i miss posting writing excerpts so have this from a piece im working on :)

When Evan opens the door after a knock, his new neighbour is there, looking rather sheepish. He has a box of 20 flapjack bites from Tesco's in his hands, and despite the way that he looks vaguely at the ground near Evan's feet like he's unbothered, he seems quite unsure when he asks, "are you busy?"

The answer is sort of yes, and sort of no- Evan is babysitting his best friend's much younger little sister, Lana- but his new neighbour is sort of cute, and sort of depressed, and so Evan says, "mm, a little, but nothing company would hurt."

Regulus- that's Evan's neighbour's name- looks up at him from behind low hanging curls that seem to get in his eyes, and he bats them away with one pale hand, and then Lana comes to the door, hugging Evan's leg, and she says, "who are you?" Regulus blinks at her, and then, after a quick flick of his eyes to Evan (which seem to ask a question, which Evan answers with a nod), he crouches down, puts out his hand for her to shake, and he says, "hello. I'm Regulus. Do you like flapjacks?"

i dont really have anything else to say. hi :)

#fanfic #regulus arcturus black #evan rosier #sibling oc #(shes bartys sister yippee!)#evan x regulus #rosewater #thats all i got everyone cheer for me i feel alive

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anothermaraudergirl · 1 year

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Evan Rosier has been out of his coma for about 25 chapters now and all he has done is be a menace to society

OOC The Spider And The Fly

#the spider and the fly #fanfiction #fanfic #the marauders #love triangle #ao3 writer #harry potter #evan rosier #marauders era #marauders fandom #ao3 fanfic #sirius black x oc

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thosedamnhorcruxes · 2 years

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Fine Lines Ch 6 | Dark!Marauders fic

Chapter six of Fine Lines, my dark!marauders/regulus fic is up!

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #regulus black #sirius black #James potter #remus lupin #wolfstar #marauders #jily #rosekiller #regulus black x reader #regulus black fanfiction #regulus black x oc #evan rosier #barty crouch junior

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lixzey · 5 months

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if only

“If only I could read the signs in front of me, I could find the way to who I'm meant to be.”

sirius black x oc

sirius orion black x lyra evangeline malfoy

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stilesb0 · 1 month

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Betrayal of the red haired women.

Atlas Remus Black was Sirius’ everything. Atlas’ mother, Emilie Bourgeois, died during child birth, she didn’t even get to hold her son. She didn’t get to see his full head of golden locks, just like hers. She didn’t get to name him. She didn’t get to do anything. But Sirius was happy, as much as he was devastated by his wife’s death, he was happy to hold his golden haired son, who looks so much like his mother.

On all hallows night, a husband and his wife sat peacefully on their couch. The wife’s bright orange hair was being pulled on by a green eyed babe, no older than a year. The husband watched as his best friends son messily scribbled on a piece of paper. The babe was a little less then a year old, his full head of golden locks bounced as he clapped, babbling nonsense while he held up the colourful mess.

James potter smiled, taking the little boys picture and praised him. “My, my, what an artistic piece, I shall put it on the fridge with the rest.” The man stood, picking up the small boy and the two ventured off to the kitchen.

Just as he stuck the paper to the fridge with a magnet, a crash of lightning sounded out, and with that, the back door of the potter house burst open, a cloaked figure entering the house. James froze, silently moving away from the fridge before Racing back to his wife and their son.

“Lily! Lily, go, it’s him! It’s Voldemort. Take Harry and Atlas and go, I’ll hold him off.” The man ordered, placing the golden haired boy in his wife’s arms and pushing them towards the stairs.

“No, James, please-“

“Go!”

And with that, the red headed women raced up the stairs. James spun around, his wand pointed at the cloaked figure. And before he could even utter a word, the man was blown back, his head hitting the floor before he was out cold. The cloaked man slowly made his way up stairs.

Lily raced into Harry’s room, slamming the door close and placing her crying son in his crib, holding onto Atlas as he silently held onto her, not bothered by anything that was going on.

“Harry, mummy loves you. Okay? Mummy loves you.” The young women cried, letting out a terrified scream when the door is flung off its hinges. “Please, please not Harry. Take me instead, please not my darling boy!” She pleaded, her hold on Atlas weakening slightly.

“Step aside girl.” The cloaked figure known as lord Voldemort snarled, his wand pointed at the women who stood in front of one baby and holding another.

“Please, please, I’ll do anything! Anything at all!” She sobbed helplessly.

“Avada-“

“Take him!” Lily Potter blurted out, holding out the silent baby in her arms. “Take him instead! Not my Harry, please, not my boy.”

The man looked at the muggle born in disgust, his nose wrinkling. “You’d sacrifice a child that is not yours?” He growled in disgust.

“Anything to keep my boy alive, please.” She cried, setting the small blonde down on his feet, ignoring as he stumbled. “Take him, Take him!”

Voldemort growled in disgust, and with a wave of his wand, the red head was throw back, laying limp. The man’s dark eyes stared down at the blonde child, not even sparing the potter boy a glance, not even as he wailed like an alarm as blood trickled down his forehead, were a lightning shaped wound sat, most likely from the spell that Lily took. The blonde boy stared up at the lord, his bright blue eyes staring into Voldemort’s dark, almost black eyes.

The death eaters didn’t expect their lord to return so early, especially not with a young baby in his arms. No, they had expected him to return, victorious of killing the baby who was going to be his undoing, not bring back a golden haired boy with the black families eyes.

Lucius Malfoy was holding his son, his long platinum blonde hair pulled up into a bun, similar to how Sirius would style his hair so Atlas wouldn’t pull on in. The man looked sickly, bags under his eyes, his bright shiny gray eyes looking dead. but what would you expect, his wife died barely a year ago, Dragon Pox taking her not even a month after Draco was born and he was left to watch after his son, not trusting the house elves, along with working and being Voldemorts Right hand.

Evan Rosier sat next to Barty crouch jr, his electric eyes staring at his lord and the child, his blonde Hair was spiked up and he looked like he needed sleep. turning to his significant other, raising his brows confused.

Barty responded with a blank look, staring at Atlas like he was an alien. Barty’s hair was swept over his forehead, pulled into a small pathetic ponytail that gave, ‘I’m lazy, shut the fuck up’ vibes.

Severus Snape was nowhere to be seen, but if he was there, his hair would be hanging over his eyes, a grim look would be on his face, worried about his dear Lily. He’d look at Atlas with utter disgust, knowing full well who’s child he was.

Regulus black, thought to be dead by everyone but the death eaters, sat next to Barty, his wide silver eyes looking into his nephews, messy black hair hovering over his brows.

Bellatrix lestrange looked absolutely insane, her wild hair pulled into a half up half down style, her eyes as wide as sources and a snarl permanent on her face as she looked at her cousins son.

The lord looked around, they were the only five there, instructed to stay at the lords manor, the man with black hair walked towards the table, the silent boy tiredly wresting his head in the man’s necks.

“My lord, what is- that.” Bella asked with disgust, the psychotic women hated baby’s, I mean, she hated a lot of things but baby’s were number one.

“It’s a child, lestrange.” Evan stated in an obvious tone, rolling his eyes.

“Sirius’ child.” Regulus stared at the golden haired boy, watching his nephew turn to his lord.

“Baah!” Atlas exclaimed, beginning to hop Up and down in the dark lords arms. “Ba-ba!” The death eaters watched as the boy reached up, his tiny chubby hand resting on Tom riddles cheek. They watched confused as the lord froze, his dark eyes staring into the child bright eyes. He saw Atlas growing up. He saw the child walking, a one year old boy with bouncy golden curls wobbly walking over to a man, who Tom somehow knew was himself. He saw a four year old boy standing next to a slightly shorter blonde boy, both posing as a picture was taken, it look as though it was Christmas, there was tinsel and lights and the boys were wearing ugly itchy sweaters. He then saw a nine year old boy, standing on a frozen lake, skating to his hearts content. Next, he was eleven, jumping with joy as he held his hogwarts letter. It went on and on, happy moments in the golden haired boys life, moments of vulnerability, moment between what seemed to be father and son, until finally, Tom was back with the death eaters.

“…” Tom stared, he couldn’t form words. This child, this extraordinary child, was now his.

“Ba-ba!”

“Yes…” Tom stated. “Da-da.”

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Sneak peek of my upcoming book black and white! Ron Weasley is the love interest.

Also, if anyone has any fancast ideas for Desi James, chubby Lily, father Sirius and confident Remus (along with Desi Harry possibly) then that would be amazing as that’s what I’m going for in this fic, and I am definitely open to hear death eater fancast as well as they are an even bigger thing in this story!

Atlas is played by Walker scobell!

#harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #james potter #dad sirius black #remus lupin #lily evans #tom riddle #voldemort #even rosier #barty crouch jr #bellatrix lestrange #regulus black #lucius malfoy #Ron Weasley x male #character x oc #x male oc #male oc

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