#also guys feel free to ask me about more wips!! i ❤️ rambling

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kara!!! if i'm not too late, i would love to hear about Untitled Document 8 for the wip ask game

darling!!! it’d be a pleasure!!!! Untitled Document 8 contains 2 wips, one of which is my lilyrosekiller fic based on chappell roan’s after midnight which i’ve decided actually yearns to be a bartydoralily fic instead and is now awaiting a major edit…. and the other is library fic!!!! library fic my beloved!!!!! it is perhaps a little known fact that the second chapter is fully written and mostly edited and just sitting in my docs until i get called back to it again….. here’s an extended snippet in the meantime xxx

Speaking of his horrible presence, he comes over again later in the day. Lily still hasn’t read more than five lines of her play or managed to peel back all of Barty’s layers of skin with her eyes alone, but the interruption is about as welcome as the tacit invitation to go wedding dress shopping in London with Petunia and their mother. That is to say, not at all.

She realises, as this thought crosses her mind, that she hasn’t thought about Petunia or their mother at all in the last seven hours. Barty doesn’t deserve any sort of credit for that though, she’s sure it's just because of the fact that she’s at the library, rather than the slightly obsessive observation she’s been undertaking. The library always clears her mind.

“What’s cooking, good-looking?” is his greeting as he collapses into the chair across from her once more.

Lily scowls, “Nothing is cooking, good-looking.”

He grins at her, “Aww, you think I’m good-looking, sweetheart? I’m flattered.”

“I do not,” she snaps, and then, maybe a little petulantly, “Besides, you were the one that said it first.”

“And what about it?” Barty is utterly shameless, “You are good-looking.”

He stops, looks her up and down, then somehow grins wider, “Implausibly so, in fact - for a nerd like you who spends her free time in the library during the holidays.”

Lily is no stranger to being called a nerd. Nowadays, she tends to just lean into it, so it’s a bit of an embarrassing reflex when she replies,

“Etymologically speaking, implausible can be defined as ‘unworthy of applause’, and thereby I would have to disagree with you because it’s certainly worthy of applause that I would place my ravishing good looks in such close proximity to you when I could be quite literally anywhere else.”

Barty whistles quietly, staring at her across the table, leaning forward with something she doesn’t particularly like in his eyes, “Oh yeah, talk dirty to me, baby.”

One day he’s going to find himself dead in a back alley and she won’t mourn him for a second. Lily shoots him an unimpressed glare in lieu of a bullet, but, because he’s the worst person in the entire world, it only seems to make him more delighted.

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