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🔔 the bell jar for bartydora with the one trolley trope

This so silly and my first foray into this ship, hope you enjoy it !!

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Shopping for Barty and Pandora had never been an easy task. One would get distracted and run off or the other would buy unnecessary things and forget what they actually went there to get. The only solution, it seemed, was for one of them to sit in the trolley with a shopping list whilst the other pushed.

The only issue for their solution was that neither could decide which should sit in the trolley.

“Get out the trolley, Dora! I wanna sit in it!” Barty whined, shaking the trolley. They had just grabbed it from its shelter, and immediately Pandora had jumped into it.

She grinned up at him mischievously and gripped onto the wiry bars, a silent display of refusal to get put. “I got in first, you have to push. And, I've already got the list up on my phone!”

Barty groaned, leaning over the handlebar and glaring at Pandora. He hated how often she did this, and how stubborn she could be. Suddenly, he felt a strong desire to win against her in this battle for the trolley.

“Move over!” He called out, pushing Pandora to the side and hopping in the metal shopping cart. The both of them in there was quite the tight fit, each uncomfortably squashed against the wrought iron that marks their skin.

“Get out, Barty! There's not enough room for both of us, and you're the one that's supposed to push!” Pandora groaned, her tone switching from cheeky to annoyed quite quickly. Her hair was a mess from being pushed to the side, platinum blonde strands skewed all over the trolley like a spider's web.

“Nuh-uh,” Barty snapped back, sticking his tongue out childishly, “absolutely not! You always get to sit in the trolley, and it's my turn now!”

As the two bickered, the trolley inched and stuttered back towards the the line of trolleys, all pushed into each other, that they had retrieved it from. The slow descent down the slight sloping of the brick path wasn't noticed until too late, when the small amount of momentum needed was achieved and the cart effortlessly slipped back into the queue.

Barty and Pandora also liked shopping at night, when the least amount of people were around.

The both of them were trapped, hair tangled in the wrought iron frame and limbs tangled as they were forced to share such a cramped space.

Now, it was only a matter arguing over who was to blame for this.

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who said barty crouch senior chose the name for his son? maybe mrs crouch did. maybe he liked another one, and now every time he calls barty he wants to bang his head against a wall. so he just doesn't call him.

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unfortunately evan rosier would use this phrase

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very sad abt the ban cus its meaning more ppl are coming over to tumblr who have no concept of fandom etiquette 💔😔

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“marlene is most like sirius” “marlene is most like james” no, wrong, loud incorrect buzzer, marlene is most like lyall

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just realised i actually have to write the chapter of my fic to be able to update it uhmmmmm

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Of Wilt & Woe

When James Potter goes to stay with the McKinnons for a while in 1819, he comes across two peculiar twins. He’s fascinated by them, yearning to know more, until he comes across the blond boy at the cemetery and things begin to unfold.

or, the 19th century sunrose fic that nobody asked for but i had to write

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got my nose pierced today...scary mary

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do you have any sunseer thoughts……. i need to get in the mindset of them 😢

AHHH HI RONAN!!! okay so summer fling pandajames

it’s the summer between james’s 6th and 7th year and pandora’s 5th and 6th, so summer of 1977. james is out in diagon alley running errands for his mum and pandora is trying to spend as much time as she can out of the house away from her death eater family. they bump into each other in one of the shops and get to talking, naturally james was the one to start the conversation and pandora was so bored she decided to entertain him. as they’re talking they lose track of time, until james notices that it’s getting late and he rather should be getting home. they say their goodbyes and leave each other, making no plan to meet up again any time soon. but they both find themselves thinking about the interaction, both wishing that they had made plans, and they both end up at diagon alley on the same day at the same time a couple days later, purely by wishful thinking and hopefulness that the other person may also be there

they start hanging out more and more together, letting their relationship progress more past talking. james is sneaking pandora into his house (though they’re quite obvious about it and effie & monty definitely know what’s going on between them). they’re spending the long, balmy summer nights entangled in each other, trying to find as much happiness in each other as they can with the new year approaching and an oncoming war on the horizon. they spend the entire summer sneaking around although no one would disapprove of their relationship, aside from pandora’s parents who barely pay her any attention to notice, but that’s what makes it fun—they have the thrill of sneaking around without the consequence of getting caught.

by the time they’re back at hogwarts they’re basically back to strangers, classmates or mutual friends at most, but i do like to think they occasionally hookup again once or twice throughout the year 🙂‍↕️

sorry that this is completely shite this is the best i could come up with 😐 and i really wanted to answer this ask

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show me love by tatu is how i envision pandalene btw

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bartylus but regulus is extremely possessive of anything he considers to be his, barty included, and barty is extremely flirtatious around anyone and everyone because it always winds regulus up so fucking much.

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oh i need all the lesbian bartylily thoughts right NOW

IM HERE. i wasn't in a lesbians mood these days but i am now.

female barty omg. she consumes my every thought, and she's HOT. she's lily's first (and last) lesbian experience, but damn if lily hasn't found out what she wants with her. they meet at the club, in the bathroom, where barty helps lily put on her lip gloss and compliments her on her outfit. lily has just turned twenty, she's starting to feel like a real adult, she's anxious about her future, she doesn't know what she wants, she's single and men on earth can't satisfy her even if they should because they're handsome, kind and smart; and then she meets barty, who gives her a simple and insignificant compliment, but lily perceives it as the first sincere compliment she has received in weeks.

they leave the bathroom and go back to their friends, dancing a few steps away. they don't even talk again, but they keep glancing at each other. the next morning lily wakes up and discovers that barty followed her on instagram.

barty has a nice instagram profile. lily spends at least 45 minutes analyzing every photo, every story, every post, to find out where she lives, who her friends are, how old she is. she accidentally likes a post from four years ago, but she doesn't even have the time to freak out because in that exact second, barty texts her.

she's cute, nice, honest. she talks with a slowness and calm that are not part of lily's life, which is hurried and agitated. it seems that time stops when she opens the chat with barty.

she listens to lily. when they see each other, they even sleep together. barty touches her with devotion, with sweetness, but not as if she were afraid of breaking her. she says she wants to make lily feel good, and she really does: because she asks lily what she likes, she pays attention to her breathing and whispers. barty makes lily discover what good sex should feel like 😭

and a moodboard cause why not

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jane eyre, im curious

FINALLY getting back to you on this one omg but here you go

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🔔 - evanlily, coffee shop au 🙏

Here you go ml <3

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“One large flat white, please.” A quiet, sombre voice ordered.

Evan perked up, recognising the voice but not the order. He snapped out of his reveries and looked at the customer, his eyes quizzical. It was the same girl he saw every time he took a weekday morning shift. In fact, he started purposely taking those shifts just to see her. Usually, she was joyful, smiling, and her voice melodic — almost singsong. Seeing this mysterious girl in such despair seemed to make her even more intriguing.

Wordlessly, he made the ordered drink, eyes glancing occasionally between the flat white and the girl who ordered it. There was a despondent look in her eyes, her lips quirked into a slight frown. It looked as if she hadn't smiled in some time, and Evan made it his mission to figure out why this usually cheery redhead was so miserable. He gave her the coffee and watched her like a hawk; seeing if she was going to stay in the café or leave. Usually, from Evan's recollection, she would stay in the café for a while, but he wondered if her new disposition would cause her to leave early. Perhaps she wanted to keep her human interaction to a minimal.

During this silent consideration, the curious customer sat in the corner by herself, staring down at the Christmas-decorated cup Evan had given her. It was around halfway through his shift anyway (the girl had arrived much later than usual), so he decided to take his break. Shirking the work apron he had to wear, Evan slowly stalked towards the miserable young woman. His movements were awkward, like he'd never walked towards another person in his life. Eyes wide, staring at her as if he was trying to decipher her soul. He hadn't been spotted until he sat down opposite her, his gaunt complexion haunting the girl in front of him.

The sound of a throat clearing made Lily perk her head up, her brows creasing. It took her a second, but she recognised the boy in front of her, the worker at the coffee shop she was in just now. He had even given her her coffee this morning. What was he doing here? Was there something wrong? Her frown deepened as she watched the employee, tilting her head slightly.

“Is there something wrong?” Lily asked tentatively, watching the dark eyes staring at her. The man cleared his throat, looking down and then back at her, his eyes almost disappearing behind his eye bags.

“No. Not with me. Is there something wrong with you?” Evan asked bluntly, leaning in slightly as he hunched over the table. His breath hit Lily's face from their proximity. It smelled minty — uncomfortably so. As if he'd spent his entire life brushing his teeth without eating a single thing.

Lily shuddered, pulling away slightly. The forwardness of this stranger being too much for her to start spilling her guts. She crossed her arms, looking between the cup and the man. “I'm sorry. Who are you?”

A stiffness overcame Evan's body. He suddenly realised that perhaps not all of the people he had started watching were watching him, too. Perhaps there wasn't this bond shared between them that he initially thought. Perhaps it was a bit strange for him to sit down in front of her and expect answers for all his queries. Either way, he had to introduce himself now. “I'm Evan. Evan Rosier. And you…?”

“Lily Evans,” she answered with a slightly raised eyebrows, “Nice to meet you, Evan Rosier.”

Evan nodded, letting out a soft chuckle. He didn't really feel like laughing, he just assumed that's what people did when funny coincidences like this popped up. Besides, the eyebrow raise from the girl — or Lily, as he had just found out — was the closest to positive expression she had given since entering the establishment. Maybe she had found humour in his first and her last name being so similar. He would have to probe further to find out.

“Nice to meet you too, Lily Evans. Now will you tell me what's wrong?” He uttered softly, trying to coax Lily into speaking. It truly wasn't his place to ask, but he didn't care. Something inside him deeply needed to know why she hadn't ordered her usual vanilla latte.

Lily sighed and her eyes fluttered shut, unfurling her arms to awkwardly fiddle with her coffee cup. She shook her head and her eyes opened slowly, looking at Evan wearily.

“It's just… I've had a really awful week. I got passed up for a promotion, Christmas is at my sister and her husband's this year, and there's this New Years thing I'm going to with colleagues. This is the third year in a row I haven't brought a date and you would not believe how often that is brought up at work. I can't take another night of passive aggressiveness from everyone there with their partners. They always go on and on about how sad it is that I have nobody to kiss at midnight.” She explained, her frown deepening as her explanation turned into a rant. Just remembering how annoying her coworkers were.

Evan also began to frown, less from sympathy and more from his mind whirring with possible solutions. He didn't quite understand why he was so invested in Lily's troubles, but he knew he felt strongly enough to want to help her. After a few seconds, it seemed obvious what the solution was. He swallowed and spoke.

“I could go with you to your New Years party”

“What?”

“I could go with you. That way people won't make fun of you for not having a date.”

“Really? But… we don't know each other. Won't that be an issue?”

“We can just bullshit it.”

Lily looked pensive, mulling over Evan's words and the potential consequence. The frown lightened, but her brow deepened further. She stayed silent, staring down at the lid of her flat white.

“Listen, I'm just making an offer. You don't have to take it, but if you want to, it's there.” He continued, resting his hands on the varnished wood of the table.

There was silence for a few seconds, then a nod, then a response. “Okay, if you're up for it. Thanks, Evan. I'll give you my number and text you the details later, alright?”

Evan nodded before looking at his watch. His break was just about up. He lifted himself slowly from the seat and gave an awkward goodbye to her, shuffling back towards the door to the break room.

“Hey, wait! How did you know I was upset?” Lily asked, stopping Evan in his tracks. He turned around to face her, seeing the curiosity that brought light to the eyes that were so melancholic before.

“Oh, it was obvious,” he stated bluntly, “you didn't order a vanilla latte.”

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i would like to thank my non-existent sleep schedule and prone to boredom for my creativity with ships

The seventh award is the best ships award and that goes to... @evanorphia !! Congratulations!! The more I know of the more this is proven true. I love your depraved mind. <3

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happiest of birthdays to the dearest @vulcajes 🥳🫶