Rosekiller

Summer of '77|Thirty-Six|Fighting and Marriages. Bleh.

John, I'm only dancing
She turns me on
But I'm only dancing

Friday, August 5th, 1977

Barty truly hated everything going on in his life. He was constantly arguing with his father over everything, Evan was still choosing Rabastan over him, Dorcas was away on vacation with her family and was unable to answer letters, Pandora's whereabouts were unknown, and he could only talk to Reg so much. Barty had never felt so alone.

He thought his head was gonna explode, with the constant thoughts in there. He couldn't focus right, the only thing he could think about was his Evan. And his Evan talking to another guy.

At a meeting, Barty noticed Rabastan rest his hand on Evan's thigh, and he didn't brush him off. Barty could at least admit that it was ballsy.

Barty glared daggers into the sides of Rabastan's head during the meetings, which were mandatory to attend, and at least twice a week. It was a little exhausting.

Rabastan caught him glaring a few times, but he'd yet to say anything about it. Evan didn't appear to have caught on, so at least that was something.

Finally, one day, Barty's gaze caught Evan's eye near the end of a meeting (they'd had to watch a woman be tortured out of her wits. What the fuck?). When the meeting was over, Evan approached Barty.

"I know you've been staring, dipshit" he said blatantly.

"Sorry?" Barry replied, trying not sound ecstatic that Evan was talking to him. "Yeah. I see you staring at me and Rab, so stop" Evan warned, with that infamous murderous look he had when he was serious about something.

"Okay. Sorry, love" Barty apologized.

"Don't fucking call me love, you lost that right" Evan scowled, "you're a fucking jealous pig and I'd like to never see you again".

That hurt Barty. It was like a knife to the chest. But he wasn't about to let Evan know that. Or maybe he was.

"You know what? Fuck you. I never loved you anyways, I was just saying that cuz I pitied you" Barty responded. That was a total lie, but knowing Evan, he wouldn't take it as one.

"Wow. Kill yourself, Crouch" Evan said in a hushed voice and sauntered off. His words stung like salt in a wound, but he kept his poker face and left the meeting.

Friday, August 19th, 1977

Evan missed Barty. He only ever saw him at meetings, and he could always feel him staring daggers into the side of his and Rabastan's heads. Until that one meeting, of course.

Barty went too far, saying he never truly loved Evan. That felt like someone had shot him in the heart, and his stomach sank to his ass. He combated it by telling Barty to kill himself, but he deeply hoped he wouldn't.

"Evan, darling. Come down here!" Evan's mother shouted. They'd been awfully nice since Evan received the dark mark. It's as if the mark was all he needed to get to gain his parent's affection.

"Coming!" Evan shouted back. He made his way down the hall, towards his parents' bedroom.

"Oh, Evan dear. Sit, sit" His mother encouraged. Evan sat on the bed next to her.

"So. Your father and I have been discussing something with the Meadowes family, and we've come to a decision that I feel you'll deeply appreciate" his mother started.

Evan did not like where that was going.

"What decision did you make?" Evan asked, attempting to sound somewhat cheery.

"You and the Dorcas girl will become wed at the end of your last school year!" His mother said excitedly.

Evan's heart raced. His stomach sank. His mind I'm was going a million miles a second.

Will Barty still like him after he finds out? Will he think it was Evan's idea? Will he have to be affectionate with Cas in front of people?

He didn't want to be married to Dorcas. She was one of his best friends, but seriously that was a bad choice for him. He and Dorcas could never be anything more than friends, especially since Evan's coming out all that time prior.

"Oh" was all Evan could choke out.

"I know! Isn't it exciting?! You two will have the most gorgeous pure blood babies that will make us proud" Evan's mother began to babble on, but Evan really couldn't muster up the energy to listen. So instead, he counted to 100 in his head until she quit talking.

"Okay, hun?" His mom asked. Oh shit, Evan thought.

"Yes, mother" he said instinctively. He stood and retreated back to his room, with intent to send a latter to Reg, panicking.

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I am so so so sorry for my disappearance. School started up and then I just totally lost inspiration to write. Until now, which is quite ironic (I have exams in a few weeks).

I dunno how I feel about this chapter. I just needed something new to throw in, yk?

More canon compliant angst coming up!!!

Ily🫶