Heart beats and knockouts

Some background Evan is a sophomore in college, and he’s 19. Barty is also 19, Barty goes to some nice ass collge but lives in a shitty house because his parents cut him off anf fogthfpts for money and Evan has no idea who Barty is or Evan what the ring is even. The only reason Evan is at this fight is because Marlene And Sirius have obsessed with this ring and been watching there fights for a while now and finally forced Evan pandora and regulas too come with them Dorcas is going to too because Marlene asked her and she loves her girlfriend.

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It is quite cold when Evan leaves his dorm throwing on a coat and walking with his friends as they pay to get into the ring, and Sirius and Marlene are rushing them to “hurry” as they enter the ring.

Pushing through a bunch of drunk, sweaty people to get to the main pit. Evan stands towards the back, next to Pandora and a very unamused Regulus.

They are further back than Marlene, Sirius and Dorcas but still where they can see the action. Now Evan has never seen fighting like this before, but he has to admit, he’s a bit intrigued, considering how many people are here all to watch this fight.

Just then the lights get some how dimmer in the already poorly lit arena and the overhead speakers start blaring “PLEASE WELCOME TO THE PIT MAD EYED MOODY”

The current fighter is well, he is…ginger and kinda muscular, He is a bigger looking guy, the crowd seems to know him as they do cheer quite loud. But then after mad eye walks out very cocky, the overheads shout again

“AND NOW ENTERING THE PIT IS THE VIPERRRR” This is when Marlene cheers loudly as a scrappy looking black and green haired boy comes out, he’s also muscular, but skinnier. He has a lot of tattoos, and you can tell he's seen fights.

He is wearing black shorts No shirt, with venom green gloves and has snake bite piercings, he kinda looks like he would bite… Evan thinks to himself. He sakes his head then refocusing on the fight.

The black and green haired boy stands on the opposite side from the ginger. Both of them go to the center to touch gloves, and then the overhead bell rings out and the match starts.

The Viper is quick on his feet, dodging and blocking hits, throwing hits of his own. The other guy is good at fighting Evan won’t lie, but The Viper seems better. The Viper dodges and weaves, throwing punches, kicks, and elbows when he sees the chance.

His opponent is doing his best, but The Viper is faster, more experienced, and more brutal. When he does get hit, it doesn’t seem to phase him, and after a few minutes, he seems to get more rough.

His movements are fast, sharp, and strong. You can tell that everything he does is to win, not to just have fun and be entertaining. While some people seem to cheer, others seem surprised. The Viper hits land with a thud, and you can hear grunts and gasps from the crowd.

The Viper hits land hard, brutal, almost like he’s trying to hurt the other guy as much as possible. He’s focused, his mind set on one thing only—destroying the guy in front of him. It doesn’t take long for The Vipers hits to start taking their toll.

The other guy tries to fight back, but The Viper is too fast, too strong. He doesn’t even seem to notice or care that he’s covered in blood. His opponent is him slowing down, but The Viper doesn’t seem to notice, or care. All he seems to care about is winning.

His opponent hits the ground, groaning and trying to get up, but The Viper he doesn’t let him. Instead, he straddles him, and starts to rain blow after blow. This isn’t a fight anymore, this is a beat down.

The crowd gets louder roaring, watching poor Mad Eye get absolutely demolished, and no one seems to make any effort to intervene. The Viper doesn’t stop until the other guy goes limp under him. He didn’t hesitate, he’s breathing hard. He stands up, blood and sweat covering him.

The ref comes over and grabs his arm, raising it up, signaling that he is the winner. The crowd is screaming going batshit crazy ,Evan still a bit shocked by the bloodbath they just saw. The Viper wipes his face, looking like he didn’t even care about the blood.

He smiles a cocky smile showing his bloody teeth and as he runs his tounge along them you can see the bottom of a sliver tounge piercing. Evan’s face gets a bit hot at the sight, catching him very much so off guard.

He watches as the viper exits the ring and walks off as a people move around. grabbing at him a bit.

The crowd still, loudly yelling, cheering, and clapping. Some of them are more shocked than excited, while others are completely hyped. There are a few cheers of The Vipers name, and some others of the opponent's.

“Holy crap!!”

“That was insane!!”

“Did you see that!!“

Dorcas and Marlene are going wild, mainly Marlene. But Dorcas does laugh as marlene shakes her “I won’t it lie I think of all the fights we have seen here his are my favorite” She says smiling a bit then Sirius cuts in “No way I think that Moony boy is the best” he says crossing his arms.

He was about to say something else when Regulus cuts him off saying “your all wrong the guy we saw last week shit what’s his name… prongs, he is clearly much better” Sirius whips his head back quipping back “you just think that because you think he is hot”

Regulus turns pink a bit and scowls “as if that is not the only reason you watch Lupin fight” Regulus snips. Sirius is about to retort again till Marlene rolls her eyes and says that..

“they are both great okay now shut up”

Evan watches as Barty walks away into the back, pretty bloody but a small smile on his face. He’s never seen anything like this before, the brutality of the fight, and Barty’s demeanor. he hates to say it but fuck it is kinda hot.

He’s interrupted when Marlene yells and grabs his arm, shaking him around.

“Evan! Did you see that?!” Evan is shaken out of his thoughts and looks at Marlene.“Yeah, it was something.”

He then looks over and sees Sirius and Reg arguing and Dorcas breaking it up. Evan turns left to look at Pandora, noticing her curious expression.

“What do you think of the fight?”

His voice is barely audible over Marlene and Dorcas, both who are talking loudly about the fight.
“I dunno I dont really like this ” she shrugs, playing off the strain of her voice. but Evan can sense Pandora’s discomfort, even if she tries to hide it.

He realizes that this is most likely too similar to their parents' treatment of the two growing up.
Pandora has never been one who liked violence considering how the two were raised. Evan feels a pang of guilt, knowing that he brought her here.

Marlene, Dorcas and Sirius decide to watch another fight, which is with a guy named Prongs, which seems to be the reason Regulus decided to be there. Evan takes this as a chance to check on Pandora.

“Are you okay?” He asks, keeping his voice soft and quiet. Pandora nods, forcing a small smile.
“Yeah, I’m fine.”

Evan can tell that she’s still uncomfortable, but trying to play it off. He looks at her, his eyes soft and links arms with her Evan has always held a soft spot for his twin sister.

“Wanna leave” he asks, Pandora nods again, her smile a little more real this time.“Yeah, I think I’ve seen enough fighting for tonight.”

Evan nods gently and starts get ready to go, keeping his arm linked with hers. Marlene comes bouncing over, her excitement showing in her every move. “Cmonnn!! You gotta come see this! It’s gonna be awesome!!”

Evan looks at Pandora, then back at Marlene. He doesn’t want to leave her, not when it’s his fault she seems uncomfortable .“I think I’ll pass. I’m gonna take Pandora back to the dorms.”

Marlene looks a bit disappointed, but she nods understandingly.“Okay, well, you’re missing out.”She turns and starts to walk back towards the ring with Dorcas, chattering excitedly.

As they weave through the crowds, Pandora suddenly stops. "Evan, I need to go to the bathroom. I'll be back in a few minutes." She points to a sign that says "Bathrooms" and starts to head in that direction.

He leans against the wall, waiting for Pandora to finish. The atmosphere is different here, and he finds himself distracted, his thoughts wandering back to the brutal fight and The Viper.

He remembers how quick he was, how he beat the other guy without mercy. He feels a mix of excitement and discomfort. It’s the same violence he grew up with, but there was something different about this, something almost captivating.And he was not gonna lie it was strangely hot.

He’s pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of the bathroom door opening. He straightens up, expecting to see Pandora. But instead, it’s The Viper who enters the men’s room, not noticing Evan right away. He’s still a little battered from the fight, but he doesn’t seem to care.

Evan can barely hide his shock as The boy entered the men’s room looking like more beat up up close. His eyebrow is split open, blood pouring down from it, while his hand looks battered and bruised. He’s surprised to see him here, but even more surprised at just how injured he is.

His med student instincts kick in and he ends up asking “H-Hey man you good?”

The fighter doesn’t look up, just grunts and mutters a quiet "No photos, sorry." He’s focused on trying to fix his injuries, using a wad of tissue to dab at the blood flowing from his eyebrow. He's too preoccupied to notice Evan.

Evan can't help but grimace at the sight of His poor attempts to Clean his wounds. He steps closer, his voice blunt.

"You're doing a Shit job of that, you know."

Finally attention is drawn to Evan, and Barty finally looks up. He’s surprised to see someone he doesn’t know talking to him, but he’s still too tired to really acknowledge it yet.

“Yeah, well, it’s not like I have a medic team to help me out here.”

Evan takes a closer look at him and Tilts his head. The cuts and bruises all over his face, particularly the bad one where he split his eyebrow, are not gonna heal properly if he keeps making a mess of it.

Come here he say grabbing the rubbing alcohol that he was using off the counter and grabbing a tissue as well

The boy hesitates for a moment, not used to someone offering to help him. especially not so boldly. But eventually, he relents, walking over to where Evan is standing. He leans against the counter, looking at Evan with raised eyebrows.

"You sure you know what you're doing, mate?"

Evan rolls his eyes at the vipers' skepticism, but he decides not to comment on it. Instead, he takes hold of bartys face with his hand, holding it steady so he can clean the wounds with the tissue.

"Yes, I'm sure. Now stay still."

The green and blacked haired boy winces as Evan starts to clean the wounds, but he try’s stays still as he is told. He can’t help but be a little shocked at how gentle Evan is being. No one’s ever really been gentle with him before.

"You do this often?” he asks, trying to hide the pain in his voice. "i am a med student" Evan answers bluntly, focusing on cleaning the wounds. He dabs the tissue gently over the split eyebrow, noticing how deep it is.

"But… I've dealt with enough injuries to know what to do…." “Med student, huh?", Barty says. "You seem a little too young to be in med school.”

He tries to act nonchalant, but Evan can see a hint of curiosity in his eyes. “well you seem young to be a ring fighter” he snips back He Is about to say something but then winces again as Evan continues to clean his wounds, flinching at the pain."You sure you know what you’re doing? Cause it still hurts like hell."

"Yes, I'm sure," Evan says sighing. "And if you would just stop moving for a moment, it would be easier."He continues to clean the wounds with careful, precise motions, his focus completely on the task at hand. Barty scoffs, a small smirk forming on his lips."Oh, yeah? You're an expert, are you?"

Despite his cocky tone, there's a hint of question in his eyes.“No, but I have sure as sjit am doing a better job than u were.”

Evan says, as he continues to clean the cut. after a bit he speaks “Your the viper guy right” barty nods then smirks, "What are you a fan?” He asks cockyness clear in his tone

No first time seeing you actually he says, “your a good fighter tho”

The boy smirks “I kno-“

Evan cuts him off “but between us you tend to block with your face a lot .” He says tilting his face to check the cut

Barty can’t help but wince a little at Evan’s bluntness, not used to someone speaking to him like that. Normally, people are either scared of him or in awe of him, never in between.

“Well, I won the fight, didn’t I?” he snaps back, his ego getting the best of him. “That you did” evan says

Barty can't tell if Evan is patronizing him or not, but it irritates him either way.

"You don't have to sound so condescending about it."

His tone is defensive, even a bit hostile. He's not used to people talking to him like this, like they're his equal, or even a fan of him. But Evan is simply not trying be rude but focused on the cut he is more blunt than intended

Barty takes a moment to look at this boy closely for the first time, his gaze roaming over his face. The boy is undeniably pretty, with sharp features and a confident but gentle aura about him.

Barty has been with many guys before, but something about this one’s appearance is captivating

the whiteish blonde hair and then the contrasting chocolate skin with small freckles on his face and green and sliver stud earrings, he was not gonna lie the guy was really hot.

Evan then steps back and says that he should be fine but the eye brow will need stitch’s

Barty nods, finally seeing his reflection in the mirror. The cut on his eyebrow is deep like Evan said.

It’s still bleeding a little, and he knows he needs more than a couple of tissues to deal with it properly.

He turns to the annoyance fading from his expression. "You said you're a med student, right?"

"Yeah," Evan nods, putting away the tissue and leaning against the counter. "Why?" Barty hesitates for a moment, seeming to weigh his words."Think you can stitch it up?" He gestures towards the cut,

Barty shrugs about to say something else but Evan's phone vibrates in his pocket, and he pulls it out to check the caller ID. It's Pandora. He hesitates for a moment, wondering why she's calling him.

He excuses himself from Barty and walks over to a nearby corner, answering the call."Hey, Panda, what's up?" he says, his voice low.

“Where are you she says I wanna go home please” she says clearly annoyed Evan noe fembers he was surprised to wait for her “sorry I ran into the boxer we saw at the fight and he well he cut his eye so I am helping him in th-” pandora cuts him off “omfg I am coming stay there” she says hanging up

Before Evan can even say anything, Pandora hangs up the phone. He sighs, slightly annoyed but also amused. He knows how curious Pandora can be, and there's no stopping her now.

Barty raises the non injured eyebrow at Evan, clearly amused by the whole interaction.
"Is your girlfriend always so... enthusiastic?" he asks, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Oh god ew no, she is NOT my girlfriend, she is my twin sister gross dude” he says crumpling his face “she just saw your fight with me and my friends and well…”

Barty chuckles, amused by the way Evan reacts to the assumption "Sorry sorry my bad?" he teases, crossing his arms. "so is she a fan of me?" His voice returning to that cockyness again

Evan rolls his eye and says “No she actully hates this place I am not sure why she would-“ Evan's words are cut off by the sound of footsteps approaching, and he turns to see both Pandora and Marlene entering the bathroom area.

Marlene is bouncing with excitement like a child given way too suger, and Pandora is looking around, her eyes flat as she spots Barty.

Marlene's eyes widen even more when she sees Barty,.

"Oh my God, it's you! You're The Viper, right?" she says, practically vibrating with excitement.

Barty is thrown off guard by Marlene's excitement, but he can't help but smirk at her enthusiasm.

"Yeah, that's me," he says, leaning back against the counter. "You a fan, huh?"

Marlene exclaims, taking a step closer to him. "You have no idea! I've been to all your fights, Moony are my favorite fighters!"

Evan's attention is pulled away from Marlene and Barty as Pandora scolds him for leaving her alone.

"I was just helping him patch up his injury," he defends himself, gesturing towards Barty.

Pandora's still clearly annoyed, but her gaze flickers towards Barty, her eyes scowling a bit at the sight of him.

Barty notices the way Pandora is staring at him, and he raises an non injured eyebrow. He's used to people being intrigued by his fighting persona, but there's something different about the way Pandora is looking at him.

“I think it’s stupid you fight on purpose” she tells him bluntly crossing her arms. Evan’s sighs at her comment pandora will always tell other exactly what she thinks of them.

Barty rolls his eyes at Pandora's comment, not in the mood to be lectured by some girl he doesn't even know.

"Mind your own business, sweetheart," he says, his tone sarcastic. "I don't recall asking for your opinion."

“She is not your sweetheart” Evan snips, now Evan knows Pandora can handle her own but still takes offense when others are rude.” Barty bristles a little at Evan's sharp tone, his temper flaring.

"Relax, princess," he retorts, his words edged with annoyance. "It was just a figure of speech." Evan Then rolls his eyes then tells Marlene that him and panda are leaving

Marlene frowns a little at the thought of Evan and Pandora leaving, but she's too busy fanboying over Barty to protest. "Can't you stay for a bit longer?" she asks.

“Nah I have an exam tmmr anyway“ Evan says starting to leave with pandora. Barty can't help but feel a pang of emotion at the thought of Evan leaving. He had been enjoying the conversation, even if it had been a bit chaotic.

"Hey medic boy wait ," he says, causing Evan to pause and turn back to him. Barty hesitates for a moment, wondering why he even cares if Evan leaves or not.

"You said you're a med student, right?" he says, his gaze fixed on Evan's face. Evan tilts his head, a little surprised by Barty's question.

"Yeah, I am,I told you this already " he replies, wondering where this is going

"You any good at your job?" he asks, a hint of taunting in his voice. Evan rolls his eyes about to leave again.

Barty sees Evan getting ready to leave and takes a step forward, his hand lightly grasping Evan's wrist to keep him from walking away. "Woah, wait," he says, his tone firm but not aggressive.

Evan tenses slightly at the touch, but turns to face Barty again. "What?" he sighs, his patience clearly running out.

“Can you please stitch my eyebrow? Come one I got a fight next week”

Evan narrows his eyes at Barty, suspicious. "what in it for me?" he asks. Barty pauses then says I will give your friend here some front row tickets to the fight he says pointing it Marlene

Evan hesitates, glancing back at Marlene, who's now practically jumping with excitement at the thought of getting front-row tickets to the fight. He sighs, knowing he can't say no to her.

"Fine," he relents, turning back to Barty.

Barty smiles, satisfied that he was able to convince Evan to help him. "Great," he says, his tone smug. With that Marlene practically topples him over hugging him Evan has to steady himself on the wall not to fall over form the force of her “ thank you thank you thank you Evan!!!” She says

Evan rolls his eyes, amused by Marlene's enthusiasm. "Yeah, yeah, you're welcome," he says, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably.

Barty leans against the counter now knowing Evan’s name and saying “yeah thanks Evan”
Evan narrows his eyes at Barty's cocky tone, but there's a hint of amusement in his gaze.

"You're welcome," he replies, his voice lacking any real annoyance. “Here text me when you can this week” he says scribbling his number onto a tissue in the bathroom

Evan can't help but raise an eyebrow at Barty's forwardness, but he's not entirely opposed to it. He takes the tissue with Barty's number and smirks a bit.

"Alright, I'll text you," he says, slipping the tissue into his pocket.

“Come one panda let’s go“ he says “nice to meet you pandora smiles and then they leave the bathroom

Pandora smiles back politely at Barty and follows Evan out of the bathroom. Marlene is still squealing with joy at the thought of getting front-row tickets, and Evan can't help but roll his eyes at her enthusiasm.

Barty then is left with Marlene in the bathroom “hey any chance my friend can get that moony boys number?” She asks leaning in

Barty smirks at Marlene's request, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Yeah, I could probably get you loony lupins number," he replies, leaning against the counter. "But... what's in it for me?"

What do you want? Marlene shrugs

Barty pretends to ponder the question, tapping his chin thoughtfully. Then, a sly smile creeps onto his face.

"bring that medic boy to my next fight yeah?" he suggests, a hint of smoothness in his tone.

Marlene's eyes widen in anticipation, and she nods eagerly. "Deal”

"Good," Barty says, satisfied with the arrangement. "I'll get you that number then."

Barty pulls out his phone and scrolls through his contacts, locating Remus's number. He takes a moment to copy it down on a tissue before handing it to Marlene.

Thank you she smiles taking it and putting it in her pocket quickly "No problem," Barty replies with a plain face . "why you want it anyway you got the hots for lupin or smth "

Marlen crumples her face stepping back and saying “Oh no! No! I have my wonderful girlfriend Dorcas, who is the love of my life…. sorry anyway, it’s my friend Sirius my friend who wants it!”

"hmm, Sirius,?" Barty says, amused "Your friend has good taste, I'll give him that." And there is a pause between them

“You should, prolly leave the men’s room…..considering your a chick and all” he finally says

With that barty leaves the bathroom Grabs his stuff changes and heads outside at the bus stop

Then he hops on the bus sits on one of the multicolored seats his bag next to him as he leans on the window, head throbbing as he watches the blurry streets of the south Side of London , the neon lights of the city casting colorful shadows on his face. Despite the run-down appearance of the buildings and the narrow streets, Barty doesn't seem fazed. He's been living on his own for a while now, and this life has become his norm.

As he approaches his flat, Barty can already see the familiar peeling paint and the flickering light above the entrance.His knuckles and ribs hurt a bit but he got to his flat and headed to the bathroom

Barty limps his way into the bathroom, the adrenaline from the fight beginning to wear off, making him feel the sting of his injuries. He turns on the light, wincing at the harshness of it against his tired eyes. The bathroom is basic, with cracked tiles and a small mirror above the sink.

Barty takes off his shirt, wincing as the fabric brushes against his bruises and cuts. His body is lean and toned, but covered in scars and fresh injuries from countless fights.

He sighs and dabs some drug stores ointments on the new bruises on his ribs and his Knuckles as he pulls off the tape and the wraps

Barty grits his teeth as he applies the ointment, the sting of the injuries adding to his discomfort. He examines his body in the mirror, his eyes flickering over the various scars and cuts that cover his skin. Some of them are old and faded, while others are fresh and still healing.

Barty takes a deep breath and starts to clean his knuckles, wincing at the pain. He's used to this routine, but it never gets any easier.

Once he’s done cleaning and bandaging the wounds, Barty steps out of the bathroom, the exhaustion setting in. He drags himself to the small kitchen area, grabs a pack of frozen vegetables to ice his ribs, and collapses onto the couch.

Barty closes his eyes, the silence of the flat engulfing him. He thinks about the fight and the boy with the pretty eyes who had cleaned his wounds. He had never quite met anyone like that before - someone who could be both rough and gentle, sharp but kind.

Evan. Yeah Evan was his name

Evan…

Barty's exhaustion finally gets the better of him, and he drifts off to sleep, the ice pack falling off his ribs and the dull pain in his body fading into the background.