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whydousernamesevenexist · 2 days

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James: Aww, Reg, so romantic with all those candles!

Regulus: first of all, I'm summoning a demon-

#jegulus incorrect quotes #Starchaser incorrect quotes #sunseeker incorrect quotes #jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #james potter #regulus black #james potter x regulus black #marauders incorrect quotes #slytherin skittles incorrect quotes #marauders era #Slytherin skittles

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k-llforme · 2 days

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Evan Rosier was the silliest, creepiest, dumbest, most ethereal, crazy and drop-dead gorgeous guy in the whole universe.

Periodt.

#evan rosier #barty crouch jr #slytherin skittles #rosekiller #maraders era #skittles squad #marauders #rosier #pandora rosier #rosier twins #regulus black #dorcas meadowes #dead gay witches #dead wizards from the 70s #dead gay wizards

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my-castles-crumbling · 22 hours

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rings - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 153

Barty was not crazy.

Okay, perhaps he was a bit…unhinged, sometimes. But he wasn’t completely mental.

It was just…Evan had these rings.

They were all different sizes, on all different fingers, and they were constantly making Barty stare at Evan’s hands. Making him think about those hands. What they could do. Where they could touch. How they could touch.

It was normal, and definitely not a problem.

But when Barty looked for too long, he started imagining those ringed fingers tracing up his spine and curling around his wrist. Moving down his hips to quest lower, the cold metal-

“B? What are you looking at?” Evan asked, interrupting Barty’s thoughts, his eyes boring into Barty’s own.

“Fuck, Rosie. Those rings are driving me insane,” Barty mumbled, his cheeks turning pink at the admission.

And Evan, his pupils enlarging, moved quickly toward him, those sinful rings finally connecting with Barty’s skin, lighting it aflame.

#rosekiller #rosekiller microfic #harry potter #marauders era #marauders fandom #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #the marauders #marauders #slytherin skittles #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #barty x evan #evan rosier #evan x barty #evan rosier x barty crouch jr #barty crouch x evan rosier #rosekillermicrofic #rosekiller prompts

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not-rab · 1 day

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Regulus *deadpan*: I’m like… if depression was a person

Pandora: And I’m like if Pandora was a person!!!

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moonyswarmsweaters · 1 day

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Barty Crouch Jr Exposed !!!!

#bartemius crouch jr #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #slytherin skittles #marauders era #the marauders #rosekiller #pictures from pinterest

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jamespotterbbg · 3 days

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barty would turn all the lights off so that he could take flash pictures in the dark because wit made him look cool

#projecting #marauders #marauders era #the marauders #marauders fandom #the marauders era #crackhead energy #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #slytherin skittles #barty crouch jr headcanons #rosekiller

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forevermorelupin · 2 days

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Regulus “I hate everyone” Black that has the softest spot for you.

pairing(s): Regulus Black x gn!reader

warning(s): none.

poetry enthusiast. if you speak a different language he takes time to find poetry from your country of origin. reads them out loud in private to recite them to you one day.

doesn’t say anything if you lean your head on his shoulder while you two study together at the library, but deep down he adores that you find comfort in him.

whispers answers to you or writes them in little notes during class if you struggle in any subjects. but if anyone dares to ask him for help they get a death glare and sometimes a threat of being jinxed.

leaving little love notes in his books before lending them to you! they’re in very random and obscure spots so they always catch you off guard. loves it when you write responses before returning the books to him.

due to his issues he sometimes struggles with accepting the fact that he can be loved by you or even at all. doesn’t say anything about it but deeply craves your reassurance and validation. just hug him, run your fingers on his scalp, let him know he’s safe and he’ll melt in your arms.

#regulus black #regulus arcturus black #r.a.b #regulus black x reader #regulus black x you #regulus black x y/n #regulus x reader #regulus black headcanons #regulus black hc #marauders era #slytherin skittles

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theidlespoon · 2 days

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rip barty crouch jr you would've loved måneskin

#marauders era #the marauders #slytherin skittles #fuck jkr #barty crouch junior #barty crouch jr #bartemius crouch jr #maneskin #damiano david #regulus black #evan rosier #dorcas meadowes #pandora lovegood #rosekiller #fandom #marauders fandom #rip to a real one

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i-need-of-a-hobby · 2 days

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"i need women to have equal pay because i plan on marrying rich and i can't do that if dorcas is making 75 cents to every mans dollar."

- Marlene McKinnon

#harry potter #marauders era #marauders #the marauders #slytherin skittles #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #dorlene #incorrect quotes

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where-is-vivian · 2 days

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rosekiller and a seagull

original post by @whydousernamesevenexist ! I couldn't not draw them it's too funny

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bri-cheeses · 2 days

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“Evan,” Barty said in one big rush, crashing through the door to their dorm, “if you had to rate my kissing skills on a scale of one to ten, what would you give me?”

Evan paused in the middle of closing the bathroom door behind him. His hand still hung on the doorknob as he stared at Barty.

“What?” he said. His hand slid off the doorknob and came to rest awkwardly at his side.

“What would you rate my kissing skills?” It was clear from Barty’s tone that he was very insistent on getting an answer from Evan.

Evan sighed, realizing he wasn’t going to get out of this.

“I don’t know.” He groaned and scrubbed a hand over his face. “I’ve never kissed you before, so I can’t really judge.”

Barty’s face fell, corners of his mouth turning down. Evan hurried to finish his thought. “That being said, other people seem to like kissing you well enough—” maybe too well, he thought bitterly— “so I’d give you… an eight, maybe?”

Barty looked taken aback.

“An eight?” he said incredulously. “And what would you rate yourself?”

“Merlin, Bee, I don’t know,” Evan groaned again. “Something like… an eight and a half?”

“Oh, no. That won’t do. That won’t do at all,” Barty responded. “I’m at least a nine, and I’m not saying you’re bad at kissing, but there’s no way I’m not better than you.”

“How would you know?” countered Evan. “You’ve never experienced one of my kisses.”

And oh, what was he doing? There wasn’t anything but pain waiting for him at the end of this road. He knew that. And yet… he was curious about what Barty’s reaction might be.

Evan looked closely at Barty as he took several steps forward, squinting at Evan. Barty’s eyes traveled down, then back up again, and goodness, had he just checked Evan out?

“That won’t do at all,” Barty repeated. “I really need to prove that I’m the better kisser.

Evan scoffed to distract himself from the pounding of his heart.

“You are not the better kisser,” he said.

“Oh, but I am.” Barty’s smirk caused Evan’s brain to temporarily short-circuit, making it difficult for him to even think about backing up as Barty stepped closer.

“I think,” Barty began, reaching out a hand. Evan followed his gaze downward as Barty began to fiddle with the edge of Evan’s shirt, then continued, “that we should hold a contest, of sorts. Just to see who’s better, of course.”

“Of course,” Evan echoed, still distracted by Barty’s fingers playing with his shirt. He sucked in a breath as Barty’s hand grazed his skin.

Barty looked up at Evan’s face with a mischievous spark in his eyes. Their faces were now barely a hairbreadth apart, and Evan could feel Barty’s breath on his skin as he whispered, “I think you’ll find that I’m much better than a mere nine.”

Evan couldn’t stop himself from blurting, “You gonna do anything to prove it?”

Look—Evan had been waiting for this moment for years, and he wasn’t all too keen on waiting any longer.

“Maybe I will,” Barty said, and slid his hand around to Evan’s back, hand underneath Evan’s shirt as he pulled him in sharply. Evan’s breath hitched, and Barty grinned wolfishly.

A rush of heat spiked in Evan’s chest.

“You, Barty Crouch Jr,” Evan breathed, “infuriate me.”

“Mmm,” murmured Barty, leaning in closer, “is that so?”

“Yes,” Evan stated somewhat distractedly. It would be so easy to tangle his hand in Barty’s hair and pull him down for a kiss.

So that’s exactly what Evan did.

The kiss was messy, both of them trying to prove a point, but it was perfect. Barty’s hands were everywhere—on his waist, gliding across his back, brushing against his cheek. It sent shivers through Evan, and he fisted his other hand in Barty’s shirt. Honestly, he didn’t think he would ever be able to let go.

“Tell me I’m right,” Barty whispered against his lips, and Evan thought that he might just do anything Barty asked if he only kept on kissing him like that.

“You’re right,” Evan gasped. “Definitely higher than a nine.”

He could feel Barty’s answering smirk against his mouth.

“Thought so,” Barty said smugly, then kissed him again. And again.

And again.

“Wait,” Evan gasped some time later, a thought having occurred to him. “I thought this was just to see who the better kisser was?”

He regretted having to stop kissing Barty, but it was a necessary question. He needed to know the answer before he did something he really regretted—such as confessing his stupid crush, for example.

Evan braced himself for the worst, to have his heart torn to shreds and stomped on like so many times before. But Barty just smirked, then said, “I just wanted an excuse to kiss you. It was never about who the better kisser was. Although, I must say that you happen to be somewhere in the nines yourself.”

He grinned again and started to lean back in, but Evan’s mind was reeling.

“Wait,” he said, and Barty immediately froze. “You wanted to kiss me?”

Barty blinked. “Well… yes? I’ve wanted to for a while now, if I’m being totally honest. Why? Is that not okay?”

Evan shook his head vehemently. “No, no, it’s definitely okay. More than okay, really,” he confessed.

Barty smiled in that lovely way of his, where his eyes crinkled around the corners and his face seemed alight with joy.

“Good,” he said, “I had hoped so.”

Then he leaned in for another kiss, and this time, Evan was more than happy to oblige.

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#rosekiller #evan rosier #barty crouch jr #slytherin skittles #marauders era #rosekiller microfic #bri’s microfics

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whydousernamesevenexist · 1 day

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Barty: *rolling down a window* what seems to be the problem, officer?

Cop: get the fuck out of my car

#barty crouch jr incorrect quotes #barty crouch junior #barty crouch jr #barty jr #barty #slytherin skittles incorrect quotes #slytherin skittles #marauders incorrect quotes #marauder era #marauder #harry potter marauders #the marauders era #marauders era #the marauders #marauders fandom #marauders #dead gay wizards from the 70s #dead gay wizards

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a-great-big-tragedy · 1 day

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Rip James Potter, you would have loved Just Dance

#james potter #jegulus #sirius black #remus lupin #regulus black #the marauders era #marauders #slytherin skittles #dorcas meadowes #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #lily evans #jily #marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald #sunseeker #starchaser #just dance

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my-castles-crumbling · 2 days

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infuriate - @rosekillermicrofic - word count: 153

“I’m clearly better at Charms,” Barty shrugged, trying to keep his expression neutral. He looked sideways at Evan, who was laying next to him on the bed, reading a book. “I mean, Flitwick loves me. Actually, I heard him say my Bubble-Head Charm was better than yours…”

“Oh?” Evan asked, finally rising to the bait. “And what about your Potions? Did you hear Slughorn say you’re better at those?”

Barty let out a jokingly superior laugh. “Don’t be ridiculous, Rosie. I wouldn’t spend two extra minutes with that man. But I did hear McGonagall say my Transfiguration is far better than your-”

All of a sudden, Barty felt pressure on his entire body, fire exploding through his veins, as Evan rolled quickly, pinning him down.

“Anything else you want to prove you’re better at?” the taller boy whispered into his ear, making him shiver.

Yes, infuriating Evan was one of his favorite pastimes.

#rosekiller #rosekiller microfic #harry potter #marauders era #marauders fandom #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #the marauders #marauders #slytherin skittles #barty crouch jr #barty crouch junior #barty x evan #evan rosier #evan x barty #evan rosier x barty crouch jr #barty crouch x evan rosier #rosekillermicrofic #rosekiller prompts

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digital-kam · 11 hours

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*barty playing with regulus in cat form*

dorcas: barty use a toy, you’re bleeding

barty: awh but he likes it when i bleed

dorcas:

#sure… just reg likes it..#marauders #marauders era #dead gay wizards from the 70s #dead wizards from the 70s #slytherin #regulus black #barty crouch jr #slytherin skittles

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isabel-lillah · 1 day

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The one thing both the friend groups have in common is how much the members of the groups take care of each other.

In the dungeons, Barty, Evan and Regulus loudly express their hate for abusive parents.

The same thing is going on in the Gryffindor tower.

At the Gryffindor table, James is pushing food onto Sirius's and Remus's plate.

At the other end of the hall, Pandora is doing the same for Reg.

While Regulus helps Dorcas with homework, Remus is doing the same for Peter.

While Evan, Barty and Pandora go to quidditch matches to support Regulus and Dorcas, you can find Remus and Peter cheering on James and Sirius.

Yes, the friend groups are different, but they are both a kind of found family without which most of the members would have gone crazy.

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