Rosekiller Would Play Parkour Chase Tag.

Rosekiller would play Parkour Chase Tag.

Rules are simple.

Runner: Run.

Chaser: Chase.

However there is a change at the end.

•The chaser catches and kisses the runner.

James would casually learn "Je te laisserai des mots" without knowing it's meaning just because he found the melody to be brilliant.

But when he actually plays it for Regulus, he(Regulus) is in tears. Regulus couldn't suppress the extreme urge to hold James tightly in his arms and look at him in the eyes so that his eyes could speak the forbidden words.

In the same room, Sirius was sitting beside Remus and Remus too thought that the song was beautiful, even though he didn't understand the lyrics. But Sirius knew the meaning of each word in it. When James looped the words "embrasse-moi quand tu voudras" , he felt a foreign feeling veil his heart. In that moment, he just kept looking at Remus and his scars , knowing completely that he would never last a moment without comprehending them.

When the song ended, both Regulus and Sirius were overwhelmed.

Only Heaven knew what they promised to themselves while looking at the man opposite to them.

@rosekillermicrofic | Word count:~250 | 3 June | Prompt- wicked

The dormitory was tired and muted after a long and stretched day. Evan pulled open his robe and climbed onto his bed in a sharp move after spending the whole evening in detention. Barty could sketch out the tension in the bed next to his.

He slipped down and tip toed to Evan's bed and slowly lifted a loose length of the cloth shutter.

Evan was laid down with a pillow beneath his head and a pillow over his mouth that was pressed so hardly, as if the purpose was to suffocate.

Barty pulled the pillow from his face, with much strength. Evan looked at him with annoyed eyes. "What do you think you are doing?"

"Was the detention that terrible?", Barty slouched over the bed sheet.

Evan replied a muffled "No."

Barty nodded softly. He knew that the days were going hard for Evan. The day before, he got into a fight with a Ravenclaw at Hogshead. That guy made a serious note on his sister. If Barty would have been there, he might have done the same thing; make the Ravenclaw boy bleed his gums out. But Evan had to take detention as a consequence.

"What are you doing here, on my bed?", Evan asked. The hint of irritation clear in his voice.

"Well, I can't sleep", Barty lied with a doll face. But he wondered whether Evan himself could sleep. He crept closer to the Rosier boy and somehow, he could feel the anxiousness sedating.

"Count sheeps", Evan suggested as he scrunched up his face inocently.

Barty shook his head, "I do not see them. I only see you."

Evan sighed, "Then count my hair." He pressed his head against the pillow, shutting his eyes with a suppressed huff.

"Already counted", Barty moved closer to the pressed silhouette.

"How many?", Evan breathed, his voice clouding with either sleep or cold.

"Zero", Barty said, skating his fingers through Evan's bleached hair.

Evan peeped open an eye, "Are you insulting me, Mister?"

"Yes", Barty whispered. He could smell the scent of Evan as he drew himself closer to the tall torso.

"That is so wicked", Evan gestured a slight punch. Then he smiled. And when he breathed, they both inhaled together simultaneously, like a single soul, like the two flapping wings of a bird.

"So am I", Barty wrapped his hands around the well marked thorax of the laid man, then he pressed his lips against Evan's yester- bruised rough and red lips.

Evan suddenly felt an invisible energy melting the cold and igniting the heat in him.

Rosekiller is neither toxic nor abusive.

It's just how crazy people make love.

If Kaz Brekker is deadly, then Kaz Ghafa would be deadlier.

Barty "killing them would give me more dopamine than fucking them" Crouch Jr.