#i know we don't know how closely related evan actually is to Druella

[murderoushagthesequel]

ok ok first of all congrats again for the 100 that's so cool :P

lately i've been a sucker for partyvan (peter/barty/evan) content (i admit it) and there's so little!! I love their dynamic even tho it's mostly considered a crack ship

and all three of them, i picture them well managing a casino, for some reason... idk it fits.

i hope you're going to get lots of asks so you get tons of ideas!

thank you so much! and do not worry, i am a huge supporter of genuinely shipping crackships in this house. partyvan ftw. i got a BIT carried away but... oh well. and thanks! i have like 15 asks waiting for me so i'd say yes, haha.

Jealousy, Jealousy

oops i named it after an olivia rodrigo song... anyway, enjoy some jealous peter and barty <3

Barty growls next to Peter. Generally, he would laugh at this because honestly, what the fuck? But this time, it's justified. Still, Peter has to at least try to be the voice of reason, he supposes.

"Barty, sweetheart, cool it with the animal noises," Peter says, placing a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder. Barty keeps up his scrunched up, angry face, and turns to look at Peter, raising an eyebrow in challenge. They have a silent conversation with their eyes that goes something like: really? you want to do this now? followed by i have to at least pretend to be the reasonable one, babe and good luck with that one, babe. Peter eventually gives up, and joins Barty in their attempt to stare holes in the back of this girl's head. The girl with long, curly black hair and piercing grey eyes. With deep brown skin that glows in the light of the casino. Wearing a skin-tight white dress and gold heels, and a downright slutty red lipstick. The girl who is currently flirting up a storm with Evan Rosier.

The worst part is, Evan looks invested in the conversation. He looks far too relaxed, smiling, and leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Peter and Barty must look insane leering at him behind the slot machines. What a horrid display from the owners of such an establishment! Peter doesn't really care, to be honest. Somebody is trying to take what's theirs, and that's just unacceptable. With a look at Barty, they share a nod and compose themselves, walking over to Evan and this mysterious woman. Barty opens his mouth to speak but before he can, Evan cuts him off.

"Barty! Peter! Lovely to see you my dears, have you met my cousin, Bellatrix? She's thinking of investing in our casino, isn't that nice?" He asks, clearly knowing the reason they came over. Barty snaps his mouth shut and promptly turns red, it's rather endearing, really. The woman, who is apparently Evan's cousin, smiles and holds out a hand to Peter who shakes it, his other hand still on Barty's shoulder, trying to squeeze him awake.

"Yes, yes, sorry, lovely to meet you Ms-?" Barty wakes up, shaking her hand firmly.

"Black," Bellatrix replies, smiling. There's a bit of a wild glint in her eye, which might scare most prospective business partners, but for Peter, Barty, and Evan? It's perfect. This is going to be a great arrangement, Peter's sure. "Well thank you so much for meeting with me, Vanny!" Bellatrix says, leaning in to messily kiss his cheek and walk away, waving behind her.

"Vanny?" Barty asks, wiping the lipstick off Evan's cheek and laughing.

"Oh shut up, I saw how jealous you both were just now," Evan replies with a smirk, brushing Barty's hand off. He raises an eyebrow, looking between his boyfriends. They try to come up with some semblance of excuse, failing miserably but Evan cuts them off. "Mm, no, jealousy is sexy." Barty turns red, yet again. "But you know what's sexier?" he asks, leaning closer. "We made $500,000 tonight, my loves," a shiver goes down Peter's spine. And well, it's almost 3am, when the casino closes for the night, so…

also special thanks to @canyouhearmyfear for helping with the nicknames