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evan-the-rose-ier · 2 days
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Hoes acting like I'm not sat right here 🙄
@babygirl-jr @secretly-belle
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foursaints · 4 months
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🧍‍♂️hello lilyrosekillers
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whatsitzface · 5 months
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I always had a thing for punk x prep dynamics :))
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We are proud to announce the Marauders Monster Mash! 
What is the monster mash?
A fest for Marauders fans who love the ‘unlovable’ to come and write the characters they enjoy doing the same.
How does this fest work?
You can choose to write any pairing from the Marauders era, then choose one (or both) of them to be a monster! Completed fics will be added to the fest collection on Ao3 to be revealed once the deadline has been reached. 
What is the timeline?
Sign ups: April 14th- April 27th
Monster approval: May 12th
Posting day: June 30th
All deadlines will close at midnight PST
What are the rules
The rules can be found here.
Who can participate?
You must be 18 or older, have access to Discord, and have at least one fic posted to ao3.
Any more questions?
Please feel free to reach out to the mods! @regscupid @siriusblackfamilytrauma @theapocryphaofantares
Sign Ups!!
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barty and his partner adopt troubled kids (bc he was also a troubled kid, and most of his friends were troubled kids, and he knows what's it like)
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sugarsnappeases · 4 months
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just had this thought of lily as a lit student volunteering at her local library and barty as this delinquent being assigned to do community service there. like she starts off with a bit of a ‘oh this poor criminal, i must save him’ mindset and then is constantly frustrated by barty as it’s clear that he just. doesn’t want to be saved. and he’ll deliberately mess up the book organisation systems and try to scam people by fining them when their books are nowhere near overdue so he can keep the money for himself. and lily is running around after him, huffing as she loudly puts the books back in their proper places, whacking him round the back of the head when she catches him trying to scam some old man. she’s screaming at him in the back room, leaning over him as he sits back unbothered on one of the chairs, shoving her finger in his face but he just grins and tries to bite it so she’s whacking him again and storming out bc he’s just SO infuriating. but then somehow he’s also going in depth with her about the motivations of iago in othello and whether the tragedy can be blamed entirely on him or if society itself plays a part in the plot’s development or animatedly discussing keats’ ode to a nightingale and the concept of negative capability and how it relates to the body. and she’s just completely fascinated by him, she wants to analyse him like one of the texts from her classes, she thinks she could write essay upon essay about his view of the world and the way his brain works and the tattoo she can always see just poking out of the top of his collar. and now she’s missing deadlines bc she wants to spend time w him, and laughing as he knocks over an entire bookshelf while trying to tell her about the book he’s just read, and really he doesn’t want to be saved but maybe he’s saving her instead…
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saintchaser · 4 months
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— “it’s a beautiful kind of ugly, of course.”; bartylily
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fernhelm · 5 months
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thinking about line cook barty and waitress lily again. hate each other but forced to work in close proximity. she’s got a work uniform that’s pink and clashes with her hair but works anyway. he’s covered in tattoos and most of them are bad. they’re bickering across the window at each other. she sends in orders wrong to fuck with him. they keep accidentally leaving for their smoke breaks at the same time and now he knows that she smokes reds. she orders the same thing from the kitchen every time, so he has it made and in the window when they’re closing. she wiping her eyes and hiding in the kitchen because a customer was a huge dick to her, and he’s yelling “you good?” across the window to her. he’s wearing a backwards baseball cat always, and the kitchen is bumping hot girl rap / spanish hits / johnny cash, and she’s holding two scalding hot plates with each hand and her red ponytail is whipping around as she runs the food out of the kitchen to the table, and he’s burning shit on the stove thinking about how nice her legs look, and she’s watching him carry stuff up from dry storage in the basement and her mouth is running dry, and she’s asking him for two specials on the fly because she forgot to send them in to the kitchen, but she’s smirking because she doesn’t care about fucking up his rhythm in the kitchen, and she’s thinking about how much her parents would be shocked if she brought this guy home and he’s thinking my mom would love her, and she’s on instagram in the bathroom and oh my fucking god why is he in a pic with her ex’s new boyfriend??
(and one day he comes in with a bandage on his neck, says it’s a new tattoo. everyone wants to know what it is, but he won’t say until one day the bandage finally comes off and it says lily)
@foursaints !!!!!
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starryfox0 · 5 months
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if you arent a multishipper in the marauders fandom, how do you even survive?
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rottin6 · 5 days
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mdni. 18+ | lilyrosekiller.
thinking about bartylily again but like, with evan. like barty and lily are just a totally normal couple, doing couple shit together, but there’s this guy in lily’s lab class who’s just a total fucking loser and when she tells barty about him, well barty’s just gotta have him. they befriend evan and take him everywhere with them, back to their houses, to parties, everywhere. they get him used to the overload of affection that they give him, passing it off as “well shit, ev, this is what all friends do.” — barty stroking the bit of skin between evan’s shirt and jeans, his thumb making soft circles and evan’s on guard the whole time. he doesn’t want lily to think he’s coming on to her man, but she’s looking back at him, encouraging him even.
lily’s way more touchy than barty, but evan doesn’t think too much of it ‘cause “all girls are like this, right?” and yet he’s ashamed of the way his cock twitches when she runs a hand down his chest, leaning too close into his side when they’re all sitting together at his house. or the way his breathing quickens and a drop of wetness appears on the front of his shorts when lily ‘accidentally’ lifts her skirt up, her ass too close to his crotch for a taken girl. but they’re friends, and evan figures it’s totally normal, right? friends are usually this affectionate, always showing their love.
but then they’re playing truth or dare one night and lily asks evan if he’s ever had sex with someone, gaping when he says no. but lily’s his best friend and it’s totally normal when she grabs barty from the kitchen, pulling him into the kitchen: “you’re telling me you’ve never even made out with someone? wait–wait, hold on, barty, come here.” and then they’re both pushing evan onto barty’s lap, barty grinning down at him yet evan’s still apprehensive, looking at lily but she rolls her eyes, “it’s okay, i’m here so it’s not even weird.”
a few drinks and words of reassurance later, evan’s naked on the couch, sat on barty’s hard length, taking him in slowly as lily encourages him. barty pushes inside, inch by inch, not wanting to hurt evan, and lily’s right there, massaging her tits and pushing her tongue in evan’s mouth. she whispers comforting words against his lips, giggling softly as evan nods, doing whatever she says. 
and barty would still be a complete dick about it, don't get me wrong, but also somehow really nice at the same time. he’d push his cock inside of evan, leaning down to grip onto his chin, forcing him to look up: “listen, don’t be a pussy—we won’t hurt you, or make you do anything you don't want.” and evan would just nod along, his eyes teary as he looks between the couple wondering what the fuck he got himself into.
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midnightsera · 4 months
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barty crouch jr moodboard
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foursaints · 6 days
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they could be so indie sleaze……
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sixlane · 13 days
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so sweet
Bartylily microfic | 1.4k words | NSFW
for india @certifiedl0verboy because they said the world needed barty and lily getting high and sharing a costco cheesecake, and also han @honeybcj because the image of barty and lily shotgunning hasn't left my head in days <33
Lily opens her fridge and stares. The cool air and soft light leaks out into the empty kitchen as she contemplates how she became this person. The type who, completely unprompted and for no good reason, buys a whole Costco cheesecake for herself. 
The soft, round monstrosity sits on the bottom shelf of her fridge, taking up so much space she was forced to shove her yogurt into the vegetable drawer. The thing stares back at her, mocking, taunting, begging to be left to mold when she inevitably fails to eat it all. 
The sound of a key in the door snaps her out of the silent stand off.
Fuck, Barty’s home.
She can already imagine his confused smile and snarky comments when he opens the fridge for his nightly Red Bull just to come face to face with Lily’s unexplainable decision. It’s not like they’ve been roommates for long, or friends for that matter. They keep it cordial, stay out of each other's way, smoke the occasional bowl and watch old seasons of America’s Next Top Model, but this seems a little too close to soul-baring for comfort. 
Lily sits down at the table with a glass of water, tries to act casual, tries not to look at the fridge. 
“Hey,” Barty says, dropping his keys on the counter.
Lily nods her head, taking a sip from her glass. For a minute she thinks she’s in the clear because he’s already started to leave the room, but he doubles back at the last minute, realizing he’s forgotten something. 
He pulls the fridge open, reaches down, and stops, just for a second, before grabbing his energy drink and letting the door fall shut. 
Lily pretends she hasn’t been watching him this whole time.
He pops the top on his can, takes a sip and gives Lily a once over. “You having a party or something?”
“Will you leave me alone if I say yes?” Lily deadpans, though she can feel her face heating up. 
“Nope. Then I’d probably have to ask why I wasn’t invited.” He walks over to lean against the island, just a few feet between them, and looks down at her. He takes another sip.
“Ok look I needed more laundry detergent so I went to Costco and obviously I had to look in the bakery section and it was just sitting there. So. I bought it.” Barty’s smile widens as she explains until he’s just grinning at her. “What?” she asks, defensive.
“So you just bought the whole thing for yourself?” He says it curiously. He’s not judging, but she can hear the ulterior motive in his tone. 
She raises an eyebrow at him. “Spit it out.”
Barty huffs a laugh. “One second.” He sets his drink down and heads toward his room, leaving Lily to wonder what his plans are. She can never quite read him. He likes to play up this persona of his, effortlessly carefree and nonchalant, but she has always sensed something just below the surface. She notices it in the way he remembers her work schedule, the way he seems to have eyes in the back of his head. 
When Barty comes back, he’s got a bag of weed in one hand and his grinder and bowl in the other. He holds them up, mouth quirked in a dangerous way, waiting for her response.
Lily reflects the smile back at him. “I like the way you think, Crouch.”
So, Lily grabs the cheesecake, two forks, and some napkins, while Barty packs the first bowl of the night. They light up next to an open window in the living room, inhaling as the warm breeze kisses their cheeks and slides through their hair.
They wait until they’re properly high before digging in, and as Lily brings that first bite to her lips, allows it to settle on her tongue, she swears it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted. 
“Fuuuuuck,” she moans. “This was the best decision I’ve ever made.” She licks the back of the fork, wanting to savor the tangy goodness, and she doesn’t miss how Barty watches before he huffs a laugh and shifts his focus to take a bite of his own.
“God,” he says around a mouthful. “What does Costco put in this shit?” 
“It’s fucking amazing right?” 
It’s at that point that she notices a bit of cake smeared across Barty’s lower lip, so she leans over and wipes her thumb across it. It happens before she can even register she’s done it, but she fully commits, sticking her thumb in her mouth after, tasting sweet and something else.
“You use Aquaphor?” She asks.
Barty stares at her. Red eyes slightly widened. “You can identify Aquaphor by taste?”
Lily smiles with all her teeth and reaches into her back pocket to produce the tube she takes with her everywhere. 
“Put some on,” he says before picking up the bowl for another hit.
She looks at him suspiciously. “Why?”
“Just do it.” He sparks the lighter and breathes in deeply. 
She brings the tube to her lips and smears some on, watching his chest expand behind his t-shirt.
He holds the smoke in his lungs but motions for her to come closer and oh. She sees where this is going. 
The realization doesn’t stop her from leaning in anyway.
Barty’s lips ghost over hers and he breathes the smoke into her open mouth. She inhales in turn, taking the air from his lungs into her own. 
It’s intimate, she thinks, in a way that not many things are. To hold a vital piece of someone else inside yourself. To pass it back and forth with such care, not letting anything slip through the cracks. 
And that thought is what causes Lily to close the barely-there distance. To allow their lips to push together. To allow herself to fully taste the leftover sweetness and Aquaphor and Red Bull on Barty’s tongue, which he doesn’t waste a minute before sliding into her mouth.
It’s sloppy and uncoordinated where they lean over the half-eaten cheesecake between them, and Lily pulls back before her arms give out underneath her. 
They stare at each other for a moment, both smiling and laughing like idiots. 
It’s so easy between them, always has been.
“One more?” Barty asks.
“One more what?” Lily volleys back, eyebrow raised.
“Bite,” He says motioning toward the cake, sly smile across his face.
She rolls her eyes affectionately but nods, leans forward as he scoops another piece, sure to get some of the buttery crust on his fork. He holds it out for her to take but before she can, the pile of cake and graham cracker falls right onto her left tit.
Lily stares down at it, mouth agape for a second before she starts giggling again. Because it’s funny. Everything is so funny she can’t help herself.
That is until Barty’s tongue is dragging itself along the skin there, collecting the cake and making way for his teeth, which bite hard enough to leave a mark. 
He stares up at her as he does it, gauging her reaction. He gets the all clear when Lily fails to stop the needy whine that leaves her throat.
Barty trails his mouth upward, leaving open-mouth kisses along her neck until he reaches her ear.
“You taste so good,” he whispers. Voicing out loud the thoughts she’s been having all night.
Lily lets the corner of her mouth tug up. “You have no idea.”
“Fuck.” He reattaches to her neck and his hands find the button of her pants, dexterous as they undo it and work the zipper down. He reaches beneath her underwear, letting his long fingers slide through her wetness, collecting some before he brings them to his mouth, sucks sinfully and stares her down the whole time.
The haze around Lily’s thoughts sharpens to want, and Barty must see the change in her eyes because he smiles devilishly around the digits before replacing them where she needs them most. 
“So fuckin’ sweet,” he says, circling her clit lazily, not enough pressure to really get her there.
“Please…” she begs, arching into him, trying to push harder against his fingers. She’s too far gone not to act as desperate for it as she is. She wants his fingers inside of her, wants him to lick every inch of her, put his mouth in places it probably doesn’t belong.
“Shhh princess,” he coos. “Just enjoy the ride.”
Once they finish, Lily twice and Barty all over her stomach before licking her clean, Lily will realize they left the cheesecake in the living room under the open window.
Oh well, she was never really going to finish it anyway.
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My feed currently is mainly barty being a slut
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barty being super scary and super though n shit but turns into a cute little meow meow that has done no wrong ever and is physically incapable of being mean for his lovers
god help the soul that pisses him off ESPECIALLY when his lovers are involved as part of the reason why he's pissed off
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ashshmee · 2 months
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au where barty crouch junior likes to go to the park to scare the children until one day when he yells boo at the wrong kid and ends up getting cursed out by hot mom lily evans
lily looks at him and says motherfucker, barty looks at her and says yes please
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