Fic; Detentions, Revenge Runs Sweet, Something I Hate [Evan Rosier, PG, PG-13, PG]
Title: Detentions
Character(s): Evan Rosier, James Potter
Prompt: the cruelest month
Rating: PG
Word count: 496
Author's note: Use of the f-word a couple times. A bit of a sequel to I Know.
Day 1
“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” the Slytherin proclaimed.
“I’m not serving detention with that prat,” the Gryffindor added.
“Mister Potter, Mister Rosier, you will be serving your detentions together for the next month. No buts, no questions. Do I make myself clear?”
“Crystal, Professor McGonagall.”
“… you stay on that side, and I’ll stay on this one.”
“Deal.”
Day 6
“Are you really a death eater?”
“I thought we agreed not to speak to each other.”
“Just a simple question. If you were one, I wouldn’t expect you to be ashamed of it.”
“I’m not ashamed of it.”
“Ah, so you are one?”
“Do I have to show you the mark, Potter, or will me saying ‘yes’ be enough to shut you up?”
“Someone’s on the rag…”
Day 10
“Pass me that can of wax, Potter. This one isn’t shiny enough.”
“Looks good enough to me.”
“Last time you said that, McGonagall made me do them all over again, remember?”
“Ha, yeah… don’t know how I forgot that one.”
“Perhaps your mind wasn’t capable of holding that much information.”
“… you know, you used to be nice before your dad fucked you up.”
“…”
Day 17
“What did you mean?” the Slytherin asked.
“I didn’t say anything,” the Gryffindor said slowly.
“I know that. Last time we cleaned the trophies, what’d you mean?”
“By what?”
“’My dad fucked me up’? That ring any bells?”
“Oh that.”
“Yeah, that.”
“Well, he did. You used to be an okay person to hang out with.”
“We were eight the last time we ‘hung out’.”
“I know. And by those standards, you were alright.”
“That really warms my heart, Potter.”
“Your sarcasm isn’t cute, Rosier.”
“Shut up.”
Day 21
“You never came back,” the Gryffindor mused.
“Excuse me?” the Slytherin demanded.
“The last time we talked as friends, you said that you’d tell me what your dad said and you never came back to tell me.”
“You waited?”
“It was either that, or harass the house elves again.”
“You were good at that.”
“Still am.”
A laugh. “Those were good times.”
“Yeah, they were.”
Day 24
“You have lipstick on your cheek, Potter.”
“I-what? Oh. I do. Wonder where that could’ve come from…?”
“I really don’t need to hear the details of you and Black’s relationship.”
“You can’t see it, but I’m giving you the bird right now.”
“That’s nice.”
“By the way, it’s Lily’s.”
“I said I didn’t want to know details of your life.”
“Just mentioning it.”
“Are you done?”
“Yeah.”
Day 31
“Thank Merlin, this month is finally over.”
“No shit, Lily owes me a closet-snog.”
“Details, Potter.”
“Right, forgot. So, um….. I’ll see you around, I guess.”
“Around then.”
The Gryffindor reached the door and turned around unexpectedly. “Look, if you ever need anything, I still live in the same place.” Then he nodded to himself and was gone.
The Slytherin wouldn’t have had a response even if he’d stayed.
Title: Revenge Runs Sweet
Character(s): Evan Rosier, Bellatrix Black, Rodolphus Lestrange
Prompt: disheveled
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 761
Author's Notes: Some swearing, not much.
“Bella, sit still, please.”
With a glare and an overly exaggerated huff, the dark haired woman stopped her pacing and plopped down on the one of the rickety bar stools. She hated waiting around, hiding cowardly in this shit hole of a pub. It was dark, and rank of sweat, stale beer, and sex. But she had to come here, every week, and be exposed to its foulness for hours if she was going to go out with her fellows.
That didn’t mean she couldn’t bitch about it though.
“Rodolphus, you promised,” she said after only a minute of silence.
Annoyed, Rodolphus took his time blowing the smoke from his fag out of his lungs before answering her. “I know. Be patient, it won’t be much longer.”
Bellatrix scowled. “You said that an hour, ago,” she retorted. “Who are we waiting for?”
“A couple of people.”
“Like who?”
“My brother, for one. Wilkes… Rosier’s coming as well.”
She didn’t mind the first two much, they barely were even a blip on her radar but… Rosier. Merlin, she hated Rosier. “That things’s coming?” she spat, her scowl growing with every syllable as she jumped off the bar stool. “He’s a little shit, and have you heard about him and-?”
“Gossip doesn’t become you, Bellatrix,” a cold voice, only a few paces away from the black haired woman snarled quietly.
Bellatrix didn’t have to turn around to know whose voice that was. She’d just been ranting about him after all. “It isn’t gossip if it’s true, Rosier.”
“Then pray tell, what have you heard about me?”
She hadn’t been expecting him to demand an answer about what she’d heard from her sister about him, so she floundered in her coldness for a moment. “Well…”
“Or maybe you haven’t heard anything, and you’re just being a spiteful whore like always,” Evan continued, completely aware of her uneasiness and reveling in making her squirm.
“I have so heard something! Right from my dear sister’s mouth!”
“The blood traitor or the cowardly one?”
“Narcissa.”
“Oh, so the blood traitor then.”
Bellatrix hissed, and dark eyes flashing, turned to face him. She stopped, unable to believe for a moment that the person standing in front of her was Evan Rosier.
Hell might’ve taken him and then spat him back out, for the way he looked. Pale, thin faced, dark circles around his eyes, his always neat hair disheveled on his head. If he hadn’t spoken to her already, she would’ve doubted that the person in front of her was actually Rosier. Leaving Hogwarts hadn’t been kind to the boy.
She threw off her musings, and resumed her glare. “I’ll have you know that she’s made a respectful, pureblooded marriage and--”
“I really could care less,” Evan remarked, finding that his wand was much more interesting than her.
Infuriated by his lack of fighting back and his looking at anything but her, she moved to strike him.
He caught her wrist before she reached his face and with a cold laugh, threw her limb back to her like a rag doll. “Wilkes won’t be coming, and your brother is tied up,” he commented to Rodolphus.
“I hope you don’t mean that literally,” replied Rodolphus.
Evan only smirked in response.
“Does that mean we can leave now?”
“You really need to teach this woman, patience, Lestrange,” Evan remarked.
Rodolphus smirked. “I’m working on it.” He reached into his pocket and held out a fag for Evan. “Smoke?” Evan took the stick silently, his own lighter appearing in his hand to light it.
Bellatrix wanted to scream and would have if she hadn’t remembered that she was a Black and Blacks did not scream. They were too good for such lowly human responses to unfair and stupid situations. “I thought we were leaving.”
“In a minute, Bella,” Rodolphus murmured.
“What’s your hurry?” Evan added. “They’ll still be there in five minutes… and you could really use this time to relax. You’re getting lines around your eyes.”
Bellatrix ignored the both of them, seating herself on the bar stool once more. Let them smirk and laugh at her, she didn’t care. She had the favor of the Dark Lord, and nothing else mattered but that. She’d get her revenge against them. She would. No matter how long it took her.
The opportunity came sooner than she thought, and with a secret pleasure, she agreed to let Wilkes and Rosier take the Dover raid. No one but her knew about the Aurors waiting for them there until it was over.
Title: Something I Hate
Character(s): Evan Rosier, Regulus Black
Prompt: a drinking song
Rating: PG
Word count: 406
Author's note: I should feel bad for messing with what was probably an entirely platonic relationship but... -shrugs- Then life would be boring if I didn't.
He doesn’t know how much I long for him. He doesn’t know that I invent excuses to be around him, like the drinking song that I’d made up not five minutes before approaching him. He just doesn’t know.
He’s too blind to my feelings. I know that he’s not the most attentive person and I know that any fancy can take him from me. But you know what, I don’t care. Let him chase those skirts, they could never love him like I do. And I know that after he’s done with every single one of them, he’ll come back to our common room and have a smoke with me.
I’ve tried several times to tell him how I feel. It’s always been right there, on the tip of my tongue, begging to be said but it never does. I let my fear and insecurities stop me from professing my love. Even if he were to return the feelings, what would people say? I know what they would say. ‘There goes that fag Black again, why couldn’t he be like his brother and like girls?’ Everyone at school loved Sirius that was no secret.
They don’t love Regulus and that’s what held me back. I don’t think I could stand to be hated even more.
Especially not by him. Not the one that I loved more than anything. I couldn’t take the chance of him hating me and it was likely that he would. He liked skirts, not blokes. All of Slytherin knew it, and all the girls would attest to his prowess. I hate each and every one of them purely because he loved them at one time, and not me.
He’ll never know how I feel about him. Like I said, he’s too blind and I can’t tell him. I can content myself with being his friend though and so I shall. He’ll accept me as his less talented younger friend. Never as his lover though. Never his lover.
They say that the Rosiers are descended from the demon himself. That they use their inhuman beauty to trap mortals and make them act foolishly and I have no problem believing that. It’s what he’s done to me. He’s trapped me and made me make a fool of myself over and over and yet still I yearn for him.
Damn you to hell where you belong, Evan Rosier, for making me into something I hate.
Comments are love.
Character(s): Evan Rosier, James Potter
Prompt: the cruelest month
Rating: PG
Word count: 496
Author's note: Use of the f-word a couple times. A bit of a sequel to I Know.
Day 1
“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” the Slytherin proclaimed.
“I’m not serving detention with that prat,” the Gryffindor added.
“Mister Potter, Mister Rosier, you will be serving your detentions together for the next month. No buts, no questions. Do I make myself clear?”
“Crystal, Professor McGonagall.”
“… you stay on that side, and I’ll stay on this one.”
“Deal.”
Day 6
“Are you really a death eater?”
“I thought we agreed not to speak to each other.”
“Just a simple question. If you were one, I wouldn’t expect you to be ashamed of it.”
“I’m not ashamed of it.”
“Ah, so you are one?”
“Do I have to show you the mark, Potter, or will me saying ‘yes’ be enough to shut you up?”
“Someone’s on the rag…”
Day 10
“Pass me that can of wax, Potter. This one isn’t shiny enough.”
“Looks good enough to me.”
“Last time you said that, McGonagall made me do them all over again, remember?”
“Ha, yeah… don’t know how I forgot that one.”
“Perhaps your mind wasn’t capable of holding that much information.”
“… you know, you used to be nice before your dad fucked you up.”
“…”
Day 17
“What did you mean?” the Slytherin asked.
“I didn’t say anything,” the Gryffindor said slowly.
“I know that. Last time we cleaned the trophies, what’d you mean?”
“By what?”
“’My dad fucked me up’? That ring any bells?”
“Oh that.”
“Yeah, that.”
“Well, he did. You used to be an okay person to hang out with.”
“We were eight the last time we ‘hung out’.”
“I know. And by those standards, you were alright.”
“That really warms my heart, Potter.”
“Your sarcasm isn’t cute, Rosier.”
“Shut up.”
Day 21
“You never came back,” the Gryffindor mused.
“Excuse me?” the Slytherin demanded.
“The last time we talked as friends, you said that you’d tell me what your dad said and you never came back to tell me.”
“You waited?”
“It was either that, or harass the house elves again.”
“You were good at that.”
“Still am.”
A laugh. “Those were good times.”
“Yeah, they were.”
Day 24
“You have lipstick on your cheek, Potter.”
“I-what? Oh. I do. Wonder where that could’ve come from…?”
“I really don’t need to hear the details of you and Black’s relationship.”
“You can’t see it, but I’m giving you the bird right now.”
“That’s nice.”
“By the way, it’s Lily’s.”
“I said I didn’t want to know details of your life.”
“Just mentioning it.”
“Are you done?”
“Yeah.”
Day 31
“Thank Merlin, this month is finally over.”
“No shit, Lily owes me a closet-snog.”
“Details, Potter.”
“Right, forgot. So, um….. I’ll see you around, I guess.”
“Around then.”
The Gryffindor reached the door and turned around unexpectedly. “Look, if you ever need anything, I still live in the same place.” Then he nodded to himself and was gone.
The Slytherin wouldn’t have had a response even if he’d stayed.
Title: Revenge Runs Sweet
Character(s): Evan Rosier, Bellatrix Black, Rodolphus Lestrange
Prompt: disheveled
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 761
Author's Notes: Some swearing, not much.
“Bella, sit still, please.”
With a glare and an overly exaggerated huff, the dark haired woman stopped her pacing and plopped down on the one of the rickety bar stools. She hated waiting around, hiding cowardly in this shit hole of a pub. It was dark, and rank of sweat, stale beer, and sex. But she had to come here, every week, and be exposed to its foulness for hours if she was going to go out with her fellows.
That didn’t mean she couldn’t bitch about it though.
“Rodolphus, you promised,” she said after only a minute of silence.
Annoyed, Rodolphus took his time blowing the smoke from his fag out of his lungs before answering her. “I know. Be patient, it won’t be much longer.”
Bellatrix scowled. “You said that an hour, ago,” she retorted. “Who are we waiting for?”
“A couple of people.”
“Like who?”
“My brother, for one. Wilkes… Rosier’s coming as well.”
She didn’t mind the first two much, they barely were even a blip on her radar but… Rosier. Merlin, she hated Rosier. “That things’s coming?” she spat, her scowl growing with every syllable as she jumped off the bar stool. “He’s a little shit, and have you heard about him and-?”
“Gossip doesn’t become you, Bellatrix,” a cold voice, only a few paces away from the black haired woman snarled quietly.
Bellatrix didn’t have to turn around to know whose voice that was. She’d just been ranting about him after all. “It isn’t gossip if it’s true, Rosier.”
“Then pray tell, what have you heard about me?”
She hadn’t been expecting him to demand an answer about what she’d heard from her sister about him, so she floundered in her coldness for a moment. “Well…”
“Or maybe you haven’t heard anything, and you’re just being a spiteful whore like always,” Evan continued, completely aware of her uneasiness and reveling in making her squirm.
“I have so heard something! Right from my dear sister’s mouth!”
“The blood traitor or the cowardly one?”
“Narcissa.”
“Oh, so the blood traitor then.”
Bellatrix hissed, and dark eyes flashing, turned to face him. She stopped, unable to believe for a moment that the person standing in front of her was Evan Rosier.
Hell might’ve taken him and then spat him back out, for the way he looked. Pale, thin faced, dark circles around his eyes, his always neat hair disheveled on his head. If he hadn’t spoken to her already, she would’ve doubted that the person in front of her was actually Rosier. Leaving Hogwarts hadn’t been kind to the boy.
She threw off her musings, and resumed her glare. “I’ll have you know that she’s made a respectful, pureblooded marriage and--”
“I really could care less,” Evan remarked, finding that his wand was much more interesting than her.
Infuriated by his lack of fighting back and his looking at anything but her, she moved to strike him.
He caught her wrist before she reached his face and with a cold laugh, threw her limb back to her like a rag doll. “Wilkes won’t be coming, and your brother is tied up,” he commented to Rodolphus.
“I hope you don’t mean that literally,” replied Rodolphus.
Evan only smirked in response.
“Does that mean we can leave now?”
“You really need to teach this woman, patience, Lestrange,” Evan remarked.
Rodolphus smirked. “I’m working on it.” He reached into his pocket and held out a fag for Evan. “Smoke?” Evan took the stick silently, his own lighter appearing in his hand to light it.
Bellatrix wanted to scream and would have if she hadn’t remembered that she was a Black and Blacks did not scream. They were too good for such lowly human responses to unfair and stupid situations. “I thought we were leaving.”
“In a minute, Bella,” Rodolphus murmured.
“What’s your hurry?” Evan added. “They’ll still be there in five minutes… and you could really use this time to relax. You’re getting lines around your eyes.”
Bellatrix ignored the both of them, seating herself on the bar stool once more. Let them smirk and laugh at her, she didn’t care. She had the favor of the Dark Lord, and nothing else mattered but that. She’d get her revenge against them. She would. No matter how long it took her.
The opportunity came sooner than she thought, and with a secret pleasure, she agreed to let Wilkes and Rosier take the Dover raid. No one but her knew about the Aurors waiting for them there until it was over.
Title: Something I Hate
Character(s): Evan Rosier, Regulus Black
Prompt: a drinking song
Rating: PG
Word count: 406
Author's note: I should feel bad for messing with what was probably an entirely platonic relationship but... -shrugs- Then life would be boring if I didn't.
He doesn’t know how much I long for him. He doesn’t know that I invent excuses to be around him, like the drinking song that I’d made up not five minutes before approaching him. He just doesn’t know.
He’s too blind to my feelings. I know that he’s not the most attentive person and I know that any fancy can take him from me. But you know what, I don’t care. Let him chase those skirts, they could never love him like I do. And I know that after he’s done with every single one of them, he’ll come back to our common room and have a smoke with me.
I’ve tried several times to tell him how I feel. It’s always been right there, on the tip of my tongue, begging to be said but it never does. I let my fear and insecurities stop me from professing my love. Even if he were to return the feelings, what would people say? I know what they would say. ‘There goes that fag Black again, why couldn’t he be like his brother and like girls?’ Everyone at school loved Sirius that was no secret.
They don’t love Regulus and that’s what held me back. I don’t think I could stand to be hated even more.
Especially not by him. Not the one that I loved more than anything. I couldn’t take the chance of him hating me and it was likely that he would. He liked skirts, not blokes. All of Slytherin knew it, and all the girls would attest to his prowess. I hate each and every one of them purely because he loved them at one time, and not me.
He’ll never know how I feel about him. Like I said, he’s too blind and I can’t tell him. I can content myself with being his friend though and so I shall. He’ll accept me as his less talented younger friend. Never as his lover though. Never his lover.
They say that the Rosiers are descended from the demon himself. That they use their inhuman beauty to trap mortals and make them act foolishly and I have no problem believing that. It’s what he’s done to me. He’s trapped me and made me make a fool of myself over and over and yet still I yearn for him.
Damn you to hell where you belong, Evan Rosier, for making me into something I hate.
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