#barty in a club?

[a-lilypad]

i’m so drunk rn and all i can thjnk about is how much fun it would be to go clubbing with the skittles

[ecstarry]

imagine regulus’ bachelor trip were he made pandora best woman and she makes everyone wear pink team groom shirts and pink cowboy hats with sparkles and honestly reg doesn’t mind because the sight of all of them with matching shirts in the airport is fucking hilarious they are in the american express lounge waiting for their flight and parents are keeping their children close and covering their ears because barty ‘bad mouth’ crouch can’t stop talking about all the absolutely not family friendly activities they will be doing that weekend

[popcornhee]

Sirius&Barty, Bad Bitch Club

[marsabillions]

crazy how barty and evan were like nineteen when all that shit happened like they should have been at the club

[incorrect-maraudersaandco-quotes]

Peter: This year is going to be like a romance novel. Sybill and I are the main characters, so that means we are love interests! Remus: Oh yeah, then what are we? Peter: [pointing at everyone] You all are the homosexual supporting cast.

[thereal-evanrosier]

nsfw!rosekiller

rosekiller doesn't have sex with each other. they have sex, but it's different than the norm.

evan is asexual, so he doesn't like fucking someone OR getting fucked very much. he likes the concept of it, he loves getting barty off and is very pleased barty's pleasure. i can only imagine evan doing things to barty, degrading him, maybe working with dildo's or vibrators... but he would never fuck barty. so usually barty is the receiver, while evan still is in complete control. if barty wishes for something specific, he'll do it, but he also loves making him for it. so if barts wants to give evan a blowjob (the only kind of "receiving" evan truly enjoys), he first has to be faithful to evan and do what he says.

so when i talk about "rosekiller fucking" i mean them making out while evan gives barty handjobs or stimulates him another way, and after that getting a blowjob from barty as a way of saying thank you.

[yourgalgremlin]

The Punks™️

BCJ as Heath Ledger in 10 Things I Hate About U

RJL as John Bender in The Breakfast Club

[foursaints]

currently can’t stop thinking about dj barty doing sets in shitty underground clubs and playing the most god awful remixes of obscure post-punk with evan in the booth behind him sitting cross-legged on a speaker or something and looking somehow both entirely out of place and like he was sent from the heavens to be there. and he’s not even drinking or really listening to the music he’s just watching barty’s hands move over the decks completely unaware that when the strobe lights hit him he’s causing half the people in the crowd to think they’re having hallucinations that angels have started to come to earth, because everything from his shirt to the too-white whites of his eyes are glowing so brightly under the light that he literally has a halo. but anyway barty’s just zoned out playing off-beat bauhaus mixes till there are blisters on his fingers and occasionally glancing back at him to check he’s still there. etc etc.

they sleep during the day, in a one-bedroom with black mold & peeling wallpaper, to come alive at night. if you ask barty how he met evan, he'll laugh and tell you he fell from the sky right into his lap. barty used to steal credit cards from the purses of the girls he took home, and now he pawns the lost phones he finds after his shows, buys evan a popsicle on his walk home. feeds him from his palm, pets his head, and clicks his tongue to beckon him all like a stray cat. you can watch him weaving through crowds heading up the booth, evan mutely clutching his sleeve, shielding evan with his body.

bartoloměj always looks like he's trying to kill himself slowly, dresses like he doesn't exist outside the scene, chipped his front tooth clean in half with his tongue piercing. he's always got that Thing shadowing him (his little angel), who dresses like a schoolchild and doesn't speak, pay rent, dance, or do much of anything but stare. he's terrifying. whenever barty takes anything, evan obediently sticks his tongue out, expecting half (when barty spins out he always clutches evan's shoulders, asks: are you alright, rosie? are you alright?, even though evan is the one who's fine). barty loves the music. evan doesn't like any music much at all, but he appreciates the science of it, memorizes barty's hands. everyone knows they're together, but no-one asks if they're married or dating or anything. it's more like barty has a shadow, and they're going to live forever, a pair.

[otrtbs]

beloved movie star lily evans going through a divorce with hollywood’s hottest james potter so she takes some time for herself and moves to miami in the 1980s and sets herself up real nice with the alimony james is paying her (and it’s like triple what he owes legally because he still adores her) when?

[lackadaisicallizard]

Attention

There’s a man talking to Evan Rosier. 

Well actually talking isn’t the right word for what he’s doing in the dark club with the swirling lights and pulsating beats. There’s one hand on Evan’s back as he leans in, closing the gap between their sweat-soaked bodies and he brushes his ear with his lips, whispering something lost to the thumping bass as it forms a steady, rhythmic heartbeat that courses through the entire space. 

No, this man isn’t just talking. He’s flirting. 

He’s not the first person that’s tried his luck with Evan tonight, or last week, or last month, or every single time he comes into Barty’s club dressed in tight clothes pressed against olive skin, dancing to the music with movements that seem to weave an irresistible spell, drawing gazes and curiosity from everyone around him. He pays them little attention though, focusing on his friends and the beat and making just enough eye contact with Barty from where he stands leaning against the bar that it’s clear he knows exactly who he is and exactly what he’s doing.  

But the difference this time with the man wearing a smug smile and far too many gold chains to even be considered fashionable- is that Evan seems to be responding. He’s leaning into the touch and smiling and placing one of his hands on the man’s hips, and as his fingers curl around the tight leather wrapped around them Barty feels his own grip his glass tighter, his knuckles straining against it as he watches the two men move together on the packed dance floor. On Barty’s dance floor. In Barty’s building, with Barty’s alcohol coursing through their veins. In fact, Barty owns everything in this building. 

Well, almost. He doesn’t own Evan Rosier. 

He wants to. 

Fuck, he wants to. 

The man leans in again and says something into Evan’s ear before moving back just enough to see his expression. Evan nods and the man moves away, letting his hand linger against his back before making his way over to the bar. Barty can hear him now as he speaks to a member of his bar staff, ordering two rum and cokes, and she moves to grab two glasses. 

The rum isn’t even out of the bottle before Barty is standing beside her, his eyes fixed on the frowning man as he speaks. 

“I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” He raises his voice just loud enough to be heard above the noise.

“Wait what, why?”

Barty shrugs. “Let’s call it disrespect.” 

The man furrows his eyebrows. “Mate, I don’t even know you.” 

Barty places his hands on the bar and leans in slightly. “I really don’t give a shit mate. Get out of my club.” 

The man hesitates for a moment, his expression a mixture of indignation and confusion, before he glances back at Evan, who has stopped dancing, watching the scene unfold with dark eyes. With a huff, the man turns and navigates his way through the throngs of dancing bodies towards the exit.

Ignoring the mass of people waiting to be served, Barty moves behind the bar, preparing a mojito with expert skill born from years of practice. By the time he’s finished, Evan is standing in front of him, the expression on his face silently accusing. With a deliberate calm, Barty slides Evan’s favourite drink across the bar. 

"You deserve someone who pays attention," Barty remarks and Evan just stares at him for a moment, his expression unreadable until the corner of his lips curls up into a smirk. 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he says as he picks up the drink and turns back to the dance floor, deftly avoiding the gaze of a girl who clearly wants him to notice her. He doesn’t, though. In fact, he continues to not notice people for long enough that they all eventually give up staring at him. 

Well, almost everyone. 

(This is written for/ dedicated to @mochafrappiccinolatte and very much inspired by/ taken from @sebbianas' genius brain.)

[judypooveysgf]

Rip literally all of the marauders you never got to listen to Chappell Roan

[rottin6]

layla beloved your frat initiation bartylily chasing-in-the-woods concept is something that i think about…. so frequently. haunts me. i don’t even need you write it atp i just need more THOUGHTS 😭

stopppp it i'm giggling at the thought of them 'cause they're so nasty @sommerregenjuniluft is wholly partly to blame

like picture it, frat boy barty daddy issues barty n trust fund barty all in one, like my guy has issues on top of issues. he's made to go to uni by his dad and (idk how frats work i am british) he's in his third and final year of his degree, and he's the president of the frat obviously cause so was his dad and so was his dad and so on

lily, however, loathes him. she thinks the absolute worst of him but she's never even spoken to him. she just hates what he comes from and all that stuff. she's doing a journalism degree and writes for the college paper, like she's on her grind trying to get through uni

one day lily gets some inside scoop that barty's frat is hosting an initiation ritual that apparently happens every night but no one actually knows what goes down so she makes it her mission to get in so she can publish it in the paper and ruin his image and all that jazz

AND THEN she gets there the night of the ritual and barty sees her and he knows who she is cause she hates him that much and and the ritual basically

the existing frat boys are recruiting the new year boys and as part of the initiation they get chased in the woods and the older years wear masks n shit and it’s fucked up in every sense, like they get their chase and it’s perverted and just so…barty if that makes sense

but it’s just an initiation for the boys, no one else at all so lily has to sneak in and she thinks she’s all slick hiding behind trees n stuff but then

barty creeps up behind her, an ache in the pit of his stomach. even in the night, he hates how he can recognise her by her stupid red hair. there’s an animalistic urge to pull on it, to yank her back into him, but instead he snakes his arm around her throat, his bicep pressing on her pulse. his other hand covers her mouth and he can feel the way her body shakes, how it squirms against him, and he tuts, shaking his head.

now obviously lily fights back, she hits her head back into his face and his lip’s bleeding and all but my barty’s huge, like this guy is built so he’s stronger than her and he’s had enough—he tightens his hold on her, pinning her against the tree and he’s pissed as fuck. he’s pressing his body against hers so she can’t move, also holding her by her throat cause he likes the feel of her panicking and how she gulps. he’s grinning like a madman, wiping the blood off his lip with his thumb and he’s all like “you can’t come and not play the game, doll.” and she’s crying, shaking her head and she’s begging him to stop but but

he lifts a leg up, pushing his knee on her stomach and he begins to undo his belt with one hand, the other stroking the side of her face. it’d be romantic in any other situation if not for the fact that lily thinks she’s well and truly going to die. he spits on the ground to the side of them, his thick cock pulsing at the sight of her tears. he relishes in the view, at her lips quivering and the way she still begs him to stop. it’s cute, he thinks.

and then at some other point

“are you—are you getting off on this?” barty snickers, his fingers trailing across the dampness on her panties. he watches the way she closes her eyes tight, her lips parting slightly. “you’re a sick bitch, y’know that, doll? a pretty fuckin whore, coming out here, thinkin’—thinkin’ you can just do what you want, hm?”

but she still struggles against him, trying to fight cause that’s just lily evans but he’s licking his lips, shaking his head and the next thing she knows is he’s taking out a gun from the waistband of his jeans, he’s got it to the bottom of her chin, murmuring, “i really wish you wouldn’t do that,” but she doesn’t care, she tries to wriggle out of his hold and he tightens his grip on her, moving the gun to her forehead, “don’t fuckin move. you move and i’ll fuckin shoot you, okay? you got it?”

“barty, please...” lily pleads with him, as he yanks her by her hair.

“barty, please,” he mocks. “jesus, you're fucking pathetic. you’re lucky that i haven't put a bullet in that pretty fucking skull of yours yet.”

and at some point she’s running again, after kicking him in the groin obviously and he’s chasing after her, he’s in love with the chase, getting so high off it and then he’s tackling her to the ground, mud over the both of them. he’s on top of her, gripping her by both her dimples and pushing her face down into the ground

“i know the shit you say about me, what you write about me in that—in that little paper of yours.” he’s breathing heavily, pulling the zipper down on his jeans as he mounts over her. “i should kill you right now,” he whispers heavily against her ear. “but that's not what you want, is it? you want me to fuck you, right here on the dirty fucking ground, don’t you?” he smiles, demented. and he moves the gun down to her mouth. "just a dirty little whore that wants to get filled with dick, right?"

and then they have hot steamy sex in the middle of the woods 🏌����‍♀️

[sebbianas]

@ exes au evan rosier if you dont wife him up im snatching him from you fr fr

[hazedwords]

Chaos Club

Barty, teaching Bellatrix to drive: Okay, you're driving and Narcissa and Regulus walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit?

Bellatrix: Oh, definitely Regulus. I could never hurt Cissy.

Barty, massaging his temples: The brakes. You hit the bloody brakes.

[seriousbrat]

btw why is wilkes always left out of slytherin skittles/death eater gang stuff. he's one of the people mentioned by sirius as being friends with snape and we know nothing about him other than he died, meaning he's fully projectable and unlike the lestranges he could actually have been at school with Sev and the others.

[valeriearmani1]

ok hear me out john bender as a barty crouch jr variant