Together

"Shit." Barty said. Evan had lost count of the amount of times he'd said that but he didn't shush him.

"You good?"

"Are you!" Barty retorted.

They often argued over who was closer to Reg, Barty argued that it was Evan because they were cousins but Evan believed Barty was Regulus's preferred friend. Barty was the friends Regulus had made himself, Evan and Reg only knew each other from their family relations but Barty was someone Reg had chosen himself. They had even dated back in 5th year when Reg still went by Cassiopeia and she/her pronouns at home. The skittles (A nickname James had come up with for Barty, Evan, Dorcas, Reg and Pandora because, 'they all look so different but insist on being in the same packet together) had called him Regulus since 3rd year and used they/them pronoun for him in 2nd and 3rd year which morphed into he/him in 4th.

"I'm okay." Evan said, smiling softly. He pulled Barty's cardigan and the other boy flopped into Evans arms. Evan kissed the top of Barty's black and green hair, he'd dyed it one night last week when he was bored.

"Shit."

Evan laughed kissing his hair again, "You sure your okay?"

"Yeah."

"Your not." Barty huffed a breath somewhere between a sigh and a laugh.

"Nah, I ain't. You?"

"Better than I thought I'd be."

"Hmm."

Evan was quiet for a minute, seeing if Barty would share more willingly or if Evan would have to pry it out of him. He didn't say more.

"Bat?"

"Hmm?"

"Is your Dad texting you again?"

Ever since Barty and Evan had gotten married Barty's dad had started to send homophobic texts to his son. The texts weren't very advanced but it hurt to get any sort of comment from your father. Barty tried his best not to reply but sometimes he'd be sitting, crying as he stared at his phone and, with out thinking he would answer. Answering didn't help, it only pushed his Father along. It had been happening for months. Evan had tried to get Barty to block his father but some part of Barty wasn't ready to fully block out his father. Evan understood that. His father was dead and despite hating him all his life it that didn't mean it didn't hurt to lose him. Regulus had killed his father, and -with Sirius's help - his mother too. Barty's dad was an awful man but he was still his dad.

(Texts between Barty and his father. Left is his dad right is Barty, I hope you can work out who's who if you want to skip this part I'll put a *** at the end of the texts just scroll to that)

April 27th.

Bartemius?

Father?

Is what I have heard correct?

What have you heard?

That you are married.

Oh yeah, I am

Too a boy. Rosier boy. Slytherin boy.

Dad, I’m a Slytherin.

What name did you take?

Dunno, we both kept our original names.

A boy, Bartemius! You are married to a boy.

Last I checked, yeah.

Filthy queer.

Woah! Dad, you can’t be saying that.

I’m pretty sure it’s illegal now.

I will say whatever the hell I want! And stop

calling me ‘dad’ you are no sone of mine.

Devastated.

Filthy queer.

Omg, seriously you can’t be saying that!

Filthy queer.

Alright, I’m gonna ignore you now.

Filthy queer.

Filthy queer.

Filthy queer.

April 30th.

Filthy, dirty queer.

Filthy, dirty queer.

Okay, what the fuck is your problem?

You are my problem.

Dude! I’m literally leaving you alone!

You're not leaving me far enough alone.

What the fuck do you want me to do!? I literally live in Italy, and you live in England! How much farther away do you need me to be!?

Kill yourself.

Holy shit!? What the fuck? What would you say that!?

Kill yourself. I can’t live a happy life knowing you're out there somewhere.

June 8th.

Just ignore me then Bartemius.

I will, Bartemius.

You're not very good at it.

Omg piss off, will you?

Why don’t you piss off to hell. Where you belong.

Yesterday.

Kill yourself you filthy, dirty, queer.

Literally what is your deal?

If you don’t do it yourself then I’ll kill you.

Did you just threaten me??

If you want to look at it like that.

What the fuck?

So, what shall it be, me or you?

Fucking hell! Piss off actually!

Me then. I know your address. I’ll book a plane.

Omg, bro’s actually gonna come to Italy. Wtf as if u can move you fatty.

Planes booked cost me £300, I think it’s about time me and my wife took a holiday. With some extra fun activities.

Wtf is actuly ur problm?

Kill yourself quickly, I’d rather not get locked up. But if it means righting the wrongs I will.

Omg shhut the ufck up ur not veen know my adress.

I do.

Empty threat lol.

Not even.

Shut the fuckup

***
Barty's POV

"Babe? You even listening to me?"

"Huh!" Barty snapped out of his daze and realised slight tears had formed in his eyes, he tried to blink which only resulted in them falling.

"Yo, Barts! You good?" Evan sat up and turned Barty to face him.

"Barty." Evan said, the tears kept falling as Images of the texts flashed behind his eyes. He didn't believe his dad, he was just threatening him. But at the same time he wouldn't be surprised if the old hag turned up on his doorstep.

"Barty, baby." Evan pulled Barty onto his lap, they had been sitting on the floor backs against sofa, Evan pulled Barty in to his legs wrapped around Evans waist and his head burred in his shoulder .

Evan stroked Barty's hair. After about fifteen minutes Barty began to stop crying, he pulled away from Evan shoulder whipping a hand down his face.

"Has he texted you any new stuff?" Barty nodded.

"Can I see?" He wanted to say no, he didn't want to upset Evan but at the same time, he really needed someone else to know. He pulled his phone out of his back pocket and scrolled for his dad's- Bartemius Senior's contact. He tried not to look at the messages as he scrolled up to the last one Evan had read.

"Damn, yesterday!" Evan said as he took the phone. Barty nodded and hid his head back in the crook of Evans neck, he felt even wrap an arm around his back the other outstretched so he could read.
After a bit Barty felt to other boy move slightly as the phone was placed on the couch, two arms came and squeezed his back hugging him close.

"Shit Barty. I'm so sorry, you should have told me." Evan whispered.
Barty made a muffled sound of acknowledgement against his neck.

"And Reg too. Shit."

"Just add it to the pile I guess."

Evan hugged Barty closer. "You sure you still wanna take Luna?"

"Of course."

"We gotta go soon then."

"How soon?"

"An hour."

"Hmm."

Barty pulled back from Evans shoulder and leaned back to look at his face.

***

Evan watched Barty's eyes as they scanned his face. Barty often did this, he'd cry and cry until he had nothing left in him and then he'd take all the energy he had left and use it on Evan. Evan could tell this would be the case today as Barty's eyes rested on Evan's lips.

"We have to get Luna in an hour." Evan breathed,

"Mhm," Barty said and then Evan was knocked back on the carpet as the force of Barty's body met him unprepared.

Evan smiled as Barty's reflexed kicked in, his hand catching Evans head before he could hit it on the ground, his other hand snaking up his t-shirt and resting on his chest. Evan smiled despite himself and Barty took his opportunity, sliding his tongue into Evans mouth and he felt the familiar feeling of everything shrinking, all worries and cares shrinking down to Barty's tongue in his mouth. Evan retuned the favour and Barty let out a soft noise, before pressing his mouth harder against Evan's.
With all the strength he had, Evan managed to roll them over so Barty was beneath him, he pulled away from the other boy, looking him up and down slowly, causing Barty to squirm and let out a small moan, Evan grinned delighted with himself and then lent back down lips pressing into Barty's.
Barty's hand began to reach down, two fingers locking round his belt, Evan was about to give in before he remembered himself, he caught Barty's wrist just as he began to unbuckle the belt and instead pinned it up above his head,

"We have to get Luna in an hour." He breathed in Barty's ear before planting wet soppy kisses in the spot where it met his jaw. Barty inhaled sharply before thrusting his hips forward pressing into Evan and he almost gave in, "No Barty, not now." Barty let out a noise of protest as Evan rolled off him but Evan just laughed.

"Later?" Barty said, turning on his side to lay his head on Evan's chest.

"We'll see." Evan smirked.

"Later?" Barty said propping himself up on his elbows, eyes burning into Evan.

"Later." Evan breathed. Barty smiled like a little kid with chocolate and pulled himself up,

"Your weak, Rosie." Barty said, standing up and looking down at the boy on the floor with raised eyebrows, I'll make pasta."

Evan sighed, dragging a hand down his flushed face as Barty walked to the kitchen, "Yeah." He breathed to himself, "Really fucking weak."

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"Oh, hi! Yes, um, come in!" Lily looked rather flustered as she opened the door for them later that night, "She's eaten, just went to the toilet so she shouldn't need again for at least two hours, here's her bag, I'm so sorry about this Harry's just started throwing up and ugh-" She ran a hand through her hair,

"I can tell." Barty said pointing to the vomit on the side of Lily's shirt, Evan slapped his hand out of the way as Lily looked at it,

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry that's so gross!"

"Don't worry, we'll take Luna off your hands." Evan said smiling,

"Oh, Evan! Hi!" Evan looked up, at the top of the stairs Pandora stood holding Luna's bag, beside her stood Luna herself with a large stuffed Elephant the size of her own small body.

"Hi Uncle Ev."

"Hi Dora, Hi Luna."

"Hi Barty!" Barty said sarcastically from behind Evan,

"Hello, Bartemius." Pandora nodded to him and he raised a hand in greeting.

"Look Uncle Barty, I got an elephant!" Barty leaned down to her level as the small girl help up her toy,

"Any where did you get that?" Barty asked playfully, Luna grinned,

"From the attic! Mum says it might have been my real Mum's! They used to live here you know!"

"I do know! That's so cool!"

"MUM!" Harry's voice came from the bathroom,

"I'll go," Pandora offered, "Good too see you Evan!"

Evan nodded smiling and watched his twin sister run off down the corridor to assist her girlfriends son.

"Poor soul," Evan said turning back to Lily, Barty and Luna, "Sounds awful."

"It's his own fault. I told him not to eat the crayon." Luna said. Barty snorted out a surprised laugh before quickly covering his mouth.

"Well maybe this will teach him a lesson." Lily said as she picked up Luna's overnight bag.

"When do you want us to drop her off?" Evan asked swinging the bag over his shoulder as Barty took Lunas hand.

"Oh whenever suits." Lily said,

"Two pm?" Barty suggested, Evan nodded.

"Perfect." Lily said leaning down to pick up some of Luna's trainers. Evan took them.

"Alright, two tomorrow. See ya then."

They apparated back to Barty and Evan's apartment. Young Luna didn't like apperating but she was much better at it than Harry who threw up every time.

"Okay, What do you wanna do?" Barty asked slipping off his shoes and jacket.

"Can we make the brownies!" Luna asked excitedly, last time she'd been over her and Barty had made lava brownies. They looked like normal brownies but when you bit into them it was warm melted chocolate. Even if you put them in the fridge.

"It's a bit late," Evan said glancing at the clock, 7:30, "Tomorrow though."

"Okay. My bedtime's eight, and so is Harry's even thought he says it's half past eight."

"Yeah we know." Barty laughed and Luna grinned.

"We've got half an hour until you go to sleep." Evan said.

"I know!" Barty announced and ran unto the living room spinning around in the middle to face them, Luna was giggling already as Barty held his arms out as though he were about to make the most important announcement ever. Evan crossed his arms shaking his head slightly but he was contious on the small smile on his lips.

"What if... Luna!" He pointed right at her and the small girl straightened up as though she were a solider about to receive orders, Evan blinked twice to clear the flashbacks that brought, he often found himself worrying that none of them really liked Barty and Evan because that were death eaters during the war. But then again so was Reg and now he and James are engaged. But he was also the one who killed Voldemort in the first place. Evan shock his head as Barty continued his drama.

"You, are going to get you pyjamas on, Uncle Ev-" He pointed to Evan who blinked in surprise, "You are going to make a fruit salad supper and I-" He pointed to himself, "Am going to convince Uncle Ev to put some chocolate in the fruit salad! Then-" He spread out his arms as though reciting Shakespeare, "We are going to watch cartoons and eat fruit salad!" The now had his arms dramatically flung towards the celling and Luna began to clap, "Go, go, go!" Barty said and Luna ran through to the spare room dragging her overnight bag behind her as Barty ran forward and grabbed Evans arm, pulling him towards the kitchen.