Rosekiller

Barty paced back and forth, last night went to shite he could have waited and asked if everything was okay he could have opened his damn mouth, the man in the chair kept squirming, and Barty was getting more annoyed by the second, had he taken his pills today? No, he was too busy thinking about where he went wrong, did Evan hate him now?

Barty had reached his breaking point as the chair screeched on the floor, he picked up a knife from the table next to him and threw it, he didn’t know where all he knew was that the Screeching had stopped, he looked at the man in the chair, oh he missed, the man had stopped out of fear, good he should be scared of him.
The guy was around his age, that step was right, a blonde guy with brown eyes, Barty smiled to himself, what would Evan think if he saw him right now about to happily kill this innocent guy?
Would he listen to Barty if he told him he did this for him? All Barty felt behind the empty smile on his face was guilt, he felt guilty that Evan thought he was a good guy, that he believed all of Barty’s lies, that now after all of this Barty wouldn’t let him go, it was too late Barty fell for him, Evan could throw him aside, turn him in, fuck he could rip put his heart with his bare hand and Barty would still love him.

Love?

So that’s what this gut wrenching feeling is, the same one that made him cry himself to sleep last night, the same one that made him kill. God, being in love with Evan was Brutal, and Barty loved every second of it.

He looked back at the man, with a simple question on his mind, he took the gag out of his mouth and asked.

“Have you ever been in love?” The man looked stunned at his question but answered.

“Y-yes, I have a wife even” Barty hummed, if this man was looking for sympathy he wouldn’t get it, who would get married at 24? Madness.

“How does it feel?”

“I’m my happiest when I-I’m with her, and my gut wrenches when I’m not, she brings the best out of me”
Barty froze, was this what he felt when Evan was not around? Looking back on it he felt like he could confess all of his crimes as long as Evan stayed next to him, he’d tell the world he was the Rosekiller.

“What’s your favourite song?” the man’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“I don’t know”

“I feel the sudden need to talk about pretty women” he walked over to his phone and put on Pretty woman from the Sweeney Todd movie album. He remembered this was Evan’s favourite musical,
He walked back over to the man with what he could only describe as a sadistic grin on his face.

“I’ll send your wife my regards” Barty’s grin widened as he saw the fear in the man’s eyes, the man started to beg but Barty got his knife from the wall, and covered the man’s mouth with his gloved hand.

“This might hurt a little” he said, just as the chorus began. He then began stabbing the man’s eye, then he slit the man’s throat, he walked back over to the table where he got the rest of his tools, he laid the dead man’s body on a wooden table he made, got out his favourite axe and cut off the man's head, a shame, he thought, most of the table went with it.

He picked up the body once more, and placed it in a more fancy chair, he also redressed the man in a fancy black blood stained suit, he then got to work with carving the man’s skin on his face away, though only the part where he didn’t have an eye, once that was over he discarded the skin somewhere on the floor, perfect now the skull was showing.

He positioned the man’s body in a sitting way, and placed his head in his hands, then he got out his roses of course, and placed them where his head should be, though now the bone of his neck was showing, as he took a step back admiring his work, he got out his paints, brushes and his canvas, just as the song switched to Angeleyes.

He let his mind wander to Evan as he painted, he really didn’t mind that he was Demi, he just cared about him, he thought back to when Evan said his fine being called his boyfriend. Barty sighed dreamily.

“If only” he mumbled to himself.

Once he was done painting, he waited for it to dry, while scrolling on his phone, he got a message from Reg.

Reggie-bot 0.1.

Reg: Meet me at Emmey’s at twelve we need to talk.
11:51

Bee: Kk
11:54

He put his phone away, packed up his stuff, cleaned up a little bit, burned his clothes then drove back to his apartment.

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Once he arrived at the place, Reg wasn’t the only one waiting for him, he recognized the woman sitting next to him as Dorcas, he hasn’t had many conversations with her but overall she seems like a good person, the more he got closer the more Reg glared at the empty chair, as he sat down he tried, he really did but he couldn’t smile, and if he was it was half-hearted.

“Explain yourself” Reg crossed his arms over his chest.

“What do you mean?”

“What he means is; happened with Ev” Barty nodded, how does he go about saying this?

“Well we were watching a movie, then half way through things got heated, then Evan pushed me away and told me he was Demi, which I’m completely fine with by the way!”

“Okay then why did Evan leave?”

“Because I did something stupid” Reg narrowed his eyes.

“You know what I’m like Reg, the moment something good happens to me I fuck it up, and that’s just what I did, and honestly I wouldn’t blame him if he doesn’t wanna see me ever again-”

“What did you do?” Barty leaned back in his chair.

“We aren’t dating Reg”

“That’s not what I asked you” he sighed.

“I slept with someone and it was awful Reg” Reg looked about ready to punch him which he fully deserved, but Dorcas stopped him.

“When was this?” Barty thought a little, then froze he didn't remember, no matter how bad the shag was Barty always remembered, Reg knew this.

“I don’t remember, but I know it happened she was there the next day”

“Were you at a club or something?” he shook his head.

“One of my sponsors were throwing a party, there was this girl there she kept coming onto me, I told her I wasn’t interested, she kept on going then handed me a drink I thought maybe she’d leave me alone if I drank it but after that I don’t-” he covered his face with his hands.

“I was drugged” lucky him.

“Barty you need to go to the police, you were-” he held up his hand. “No what I need to do Is find Evan, and explain” he got up, but Reg grabbed him.

“Sit” he did.

“Evan’s at Remus and Sirius’ place moping, I’m going with you and I don’t wanna hear your shite, because I have an Idea, If this works you can thank Jamie’s old rom-coms”
He nods.

“And if it doesn’t?” Reg smiled.

“I came up with it, of course it’ll work”

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“Teddy, listen to me, never fall in love with a guy, girl or tree you met at an award party, especially if that person has tattoos and good taste in music and musical’s-oh god just don’t fall in love at all!”
He’s been doing this for the past hour, while Sirius and Remus are watching from the kitchen sipping coffee, and probably mocking him.

“Must you teach my son this now?” asked Remus.

“How did you deal with Sirius whoring himself out?” Sirius gasped.

“I waited until it was over, pulled him aside snogged him senseless, then talked then snogged, and look at us now”
Evan was interrupted, by the door going open, next thing he knows James was standing next to him with a phone in his hand and a bright smile on his face.

“James, as much as I adore you I cannot deal with your sunshine personality right now” Remus looked more irritated than him right now.

“Yeah he was just about to go into his baking stage” Everyone looked at him.

“What I have priorities, and that means taking advantage of someone’s sadness to get what I want”

“I can’t even be mad, James, if Reg cheated on you and you're not even dating, do you get to be upset?”

“First: we’re engaged, Second: I would kill my self, and Third: look outside” he took Teddy from his arms, and led him to the window, Evan opened it and he heard Angeleyes playing.

Then he looked down and saw Barty with a sign that said, “I WAS DRUGGED” and he had a smile on his face, Reg was leaning on his car holding thumbs up, and Dorcas was waving.

“Holy shite, Oi Crouch! Your cringe!” Remus yelled. Barty flipped him off.

“He was drugged at a party one of his sponsor’s hosted, instead of going to the police he came here” James said.
Evan stepped away from the window, and made his way outside. Just as the chorus started to play, Evan punched Barty in the face.
Pushed him against Reg’s car and kissed him, then he slapped him, and kissed him again.

“You absolute-Go to the fucking police station! Are you mental? You get-you could have come here afterwards!” Dorcas had stopped the song, and Barty did something he never did, he glared at him, and Evan definitely did not find that hot.

“Pick a fucking lane, are you mad at me or are you in love with me? Because I’m the latter!”

“Oh so now you're in love with me? Where was this yesterday?”

“If you would have given me a chance to talk-”

“Oh so now I talk too much?”

“Did I fucking say that?!”

“I don’t have any arguments. I like you, you like me, but I feel like we’re supposed to fight more!”

“Fuck your right, this is too easy. What will it take to make you believe me?”

“Tell me something about you no one knows”

“Reg and Me dated this one summer and we got into a fight about plants”

“You two dated!” Evan and James said at the same time, when did they make it outside?

“Very briefly, worst mistake of my life” Reg said.

“Fuck off Reg, Rosy I just need to know-is there a way we could work?”
Evan felt himself smile. Was it good that Barty got drugged, no, and Evan would have preferred if Barty went to the cops first then came here? Yes, but here he was still thinking about his feelings.

“There is, but first let's get you some ice for that mysterious injury, and then we’ll go to the station, okay?” Barty nodded.

“Okay”

“Do I still get Chocolate cinnamon rolls?” he sighed.

“Yes Remus you do”

“Fuck yeah relationships and all that shite!”

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After getting Barty something for his cheek, the two walked to the station, Evan really didn’t know he could punch that hard.

“Does this mean we’re dating now?” Barty asked slowly.

“I’m not sure, I know what I said last night and I mean it it’s just-”

“I get it, I’ll wait” he shrugged “ so what are we for now, Kissing friends?” he said jokingly.

“Post-Boyfriends” Evan said with a small smile. “All I can do now is apologise for my trust issues, even though I know you were drugged, god I feel like an idiot”

Barty stopped him. Then extended his hand.

“I’m Barty Crouch Jr. I went to law school for four years, and went to an art school in Italy for three. I'm 24, and I love Sabrina Carpenter” Evan blinked.

“Excuse me?” Barty laughed.

“I introduced myself, I believe it’s your turn now”

“Why?”

“You have trust issues and I have daddy issues, so I’m trying to fix both of those, by making you my new-”

“Hold on, where does you introducing yourself come in?”

“If you would let me finish, by letting you become my new-”

“Skip that part” Barty held up his hands in surrender.

“We’re starting over, we’re getting to know each other again, to build trust or something like that, I know it sounds stupid god why did I do this?”

“Evan Rosier”

“Huh?”

“My name, I studied criminology, psychology and creative writing, I’m also 24, I love animals and-oh my god, I just saw a cute guy”
Barty furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, and Evan bent down a little and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. “There he is”
Barty smiled and cupped both of Evan’s cheeks.. “God Rosy your gonna be the death of me”

“I hope it’s painful”

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Alice has regrets, the first one is never getting a cat, the second one is coming here, she met up with Bella earlier and they headed to Rita’s office, the good news is she was there the bad news is as soon as they saw each other her and Bella got into a fight.

Alice had never met the woman before, but she had read her works, Rita was a little shorter than Bella with a short blonde bob and hazel eyes, she seemed to stand her ground as the two fought, and now Alice was getting sick of it.

“Ladies!” both turned to her. “Give it a rest, you both love each other despite none of you admitting it so-”

“Ali, we’ve been dating for five years” Bella deadpanned.

“What? But you told Cissa-”

“I haven’t seen her for three weeks, plus she never comes home anymore”

“Oh save it Bell, you know how work gets and I was home last night” Bella pouted, and the blonde sighed.

“Look how about I work a little from home, then I can take the week of your show off huh? How does that sound?”
Bella beamed at her. And nodded.

Rita then turned to her. “You mentioned something about a case I covered?”

“Yeah, ‘The Crouch case’, you said it was obvious who the killer was?”
She leaned against her desk, with a raised brow.

“Is it not?” Alice shook her head. “At least not to me” she hummed.

“Trixy” Bella turned to her.

“A man died, the only three suspects are his wife, his co-worker and his son. The wife died the previous year, the co-worker hated him and so did his son, who killed him?”

“I’d say the co-worker and the son teamed up, but that’s a little far-fetched, no? Maybe the son?” Rita turned back to Alice with a grin.

“Satisfied?”

“Very” she got out her phone and called Frank. “Hello?” she walked out of the office building, she knew she couldn’t jump to conclusions.

{Alice?}

“Yeah hi, is it possible the son did it?”

{What?}

“Crouch Sr.’s case”

{Why are you asking me this?}

Before Alice knew it, it started to rain, she ran down the street until she reached a shop she quickly ran inside.

“Frank, trust me pull everything you can find on him, I’ll see you later” before he could answer she hung up.

She looked around, she was in a pet shop, she then saw this cute kitten with a chipped ear and a few scars on his face, she looked at the name tag. -Dobby-

“This one’s a rescue, are you interested?”
Alice looked at the owner, a middle aged woman with kind eyes.

“Yes, I am” she smiled.

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And that’s how she ended up here, at her front door with two bags of cat food, a few toys and other essentials, how was she gonna explain this to her wife?

Before she could knock the door opened, and Narcissa leaned against the door frame.

“What is this?”

Alice smiled nervously. “Surprise?” she didn’t look impressed, then she saw Dobby in Alice’s arms and immediately took him. She cradled him gently and Alice couldn’t wait for this case to be over.

“Well? Come inside! It’s bloody freezing I don’t want him to catch a cold” and now Alice has one more regret, she was gonna get replaced wasn’t she?

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Regulus had no regrets, two of his closest friends were kinda together, and he got to watch his fiance cook, oh did he mention his shirtless? God those toned abs he didn’t regret spilling juice on Jame’s shirt, to think none of this would have happened if Evan never found him crying in their dorm one day, for some reason Regulus thought James still liked Lily despite the now obvious flirting.
He giggled [god what has he become].

“Whatcha thinking about?”

“Just something Ev said to me” James turned to him, he dared to flash him when he was having such fond memories? The audacity of this man!

“What did he say?”

“‘If you keep being stuck in the past, then your not gonna have a future just an endless void of memories coming back to haunt you, your not gonna find what you're looking for down this road, you need to get your shite together and see that there are people in this world who care about you, and he is one of them so quit shutting him out and embrace the fucking light, or you’ll just end up alone’”
James pouted.

“Is he Barty?” Reg laughed.

“We dated the summer before I came to live with you and Siri, then we met again back in Uni, and Ev was talking about you” James smiled.

“Wise words, I can see he and Pans are related” Reg nodded, and James turned back to the stove.

“Jamie?”
He hummed.

“I wanna have a kid with you” James turned his head, with wide eyes, he took the pot off the stove and pulled him into a hug, when he pulled back he was crying, oh god.

“Oh, Jamie don’t cry, was that a bad thing to say?” he shook his head.

“I’m not trans like Siri, but we can adopt or have a surrogate? I don’t know I just want to you know take that step, after we’re married of course, and-”

“Reggie, I’d love too and I’m crying because I’m happy, I can’t wait to marry you and I really can’t wait to take that next step with you”

Great now Regulus was crying, stupid perfect James made Regulus cry.

“God can we just elope?” Reg laughs. “Sirius will kill us”

“How about James Jr.?”

“Hell no”

“Prongsie?”

“No”

“Prongslet”

“No”

“Bartolomeu”

“James, no just no”

He prays his future child will have a proper name.

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Remus stared at the sight before him in both disbelief and fondness, Sirius and Teddy had both fallen asleep on the couch, while watching The princess bride, and Remus had taken his fill of picture’s so the next question is what now? Does he wake them up or-his broken by his thoughts by the doorbell.

When he opens it nobody’s there, then he looks down and sees a medium sized box, he looks out into the hallway, then brings the box inside.

He placed it on the kitchen counter then opened it, inside were three dolls plus a note and a few pictures, Remus’s heart sank.

“Moony?” he turned, Sirius was holding Teddy while they both rubbed their eyes. “What’s going on, what is that?”

Remus thought back to what the note said.

[ Your son seems like a bright kid, it would be a shame if he grew up without parents, wouldn't it?----]

“D-dada?” Sirius beamed. “Remus did you hear that he called you Dada”

[oh and your husband, imagine if something were to happen to him? While you were asleep]

“We have to record this–Remus, are you okay love?”

[Find me at the following location if you want to keep your family safe–]

Remus looked back in the box and saw all three voodoo dolls with pins in them, and the pictures god the pictures, one was of Teddy playing on a swing in the park, the other was of Sirius at his and Marlene’s Parler, Remus swallowed hard.

Fucking hell…