#pandora and evan

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Pandora: *doing some demon ritual again*

Evan: you’re scaring the hoes!

Pandora: I’m summoning the hoes, fool!

[enter: Barty]

Evan: alright…

[starkayezer]

Pandora and Evan have the worst, most freaky blue-eyed stare you've ever seen

[dorasoracle]

i saw someone saying that Pandora can SEE the future , Evan can HEAR it and Felix can FEEL it.

love that please give me milions edits and fanfictions

[not-rab]

𐙚 Singer!James x Editor!Regulus AU

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[aficionadoenthusiast]

*pandora and evan talking* *pandora phone buzzes* pandora: oh, it's regulus pandora: he's upset with james and sirius pandora: *buzz* and barty pandora: *buzz* and dumbledore pandora: *buzz* and you

[antsrust]

Pandora & Evan ~

The Rosier Twins !!

With School started back, i haven’t been able to draw as much recently, but I got inspired and knew I had to draw these two as soon as possible.

[winnienora14]

I am convinced Evan Rosier LOVES reptiles

He’s been obsessed with the Komodo dragon since he was like 5

Pandora cannot hear another fun fact about it or she’ll explode

My girl is ti-red

[fourthemarauders]

This morning I saw what could've been older pandora and Evan rosier.

I saw them on the tube and immediately thought about the rosier twins.

It wasn't the elderly version of pale blond hair that got me. It wasn't her dreadlocks or his piercings.

It wasn't even the fact that they looked just like the extreme opposite of the same version.

It was the fact that these lovely elderly twins had the same birth mark on their throats.

So.

Today I saw the rosier twins and unlocked a new cannon.

[moonyfr]

I believe in transsexual Rosier twins. Pandora is mtf, Evan is ftm. They've always been boy and girl twins, they just got it switched at birth. Pandora helps Evan transition to a boy. Evan helps Pandora transition into a girl. They joke about stealing the others gender. It's glorious I need to see more of this desperately.

[moutainrusing]

clandestine

850 words, @pandalilymicrofics

They’d decorated the room – it was a ballroom – but Pandora didn’t like to call it that, so it was the room. The wide, high-vaulted room in the centre of her family’s house – the Rosier mansion – but Pandora didn’t like to call it that, either. She just wanted to call it a house. A home. That sounded sad. She wasn’t, though. She was just wanting.

Wanting more than mahogany walls of gilded gold, flames flickering in the candelabras that lined the edges, chains constructed with every colour of rose swirling around archways draped with gauzy satin curtains, gleaming hardwood which looked more like a lake than the floor. Pandora could see her reflection in it as she descended the spiral staircase, running her fingers over the fine figures etched into the rosewood handrail. Her dress was sweeping, gilded like the stupid walls, tiny spiderwebs threaded across ivory silk, except they weren’t spiderwebs, because that’d be eerie, not suitable for the ballroom. It was just a room. And Pandora’s dress was just a dress. Gilded with gold.

Flowers. The pattern was flowers.

Letting her fingers linger over smoothly carved loops in the stairway railing, Pandora trailed slowly into the room, brushing the tips of her nails against the rail one last time before finally letting go, even though the direction she wanted to go was right back up the stairs, turn a left, flop into bed.

Instead, she continued walking with her head high, over a sea of tiles before eventually reaching her brother, leaning against an arch in the corner, twirling a cigar between his fingers. Smoke spilled out of his mouth as he drawled, “Put your mask on, Dora.”

Pandora wrinkled her nose. “I hate masquerade balls. They’re time waste. I don’t want to dance with a man. I can’t even see his face, it’s a useless way of trying to find suitors.”

Evan side-eyed her, drawing another drag before exhaling, “If you can’t see his face, then how’d you know he’s a man?”

Rolling her eyes, Pandora gestured to herself, “Only men would dance with this girl in a dress.”

Evan shrugged, kicked off the arch and dropped his cigar into an ashtray, nodding his head toward the entrance, “Guests are coming. You should put the mask on.”

Sighing, Pandora pulled her mask out from the folds of her dress, pressing it over her face. It moulded to her features. A gold-white butterfly, hovering above the flowers.

- - -

The man that danced with Pandora didn’t look like a man. There was a curve to his hips beneath the suit, a rosy flush to his upturned lips, and this was the first suitor Pandora had ever wanted to kiss. He couldn’t be a man. (She didn’t want to kiss men.)

Gradually, she manoeuvred the dance towards the corner of the room, and was the man steering too? It seemed he was guiding them in the same direction that Pandora was, past the archways, down the corridor, into dimly lit rooms that became darker the more they traversed, until they were still, hidden within the towering maze of bookshelves in the library. For the first time in her life, Pandora’s gut wouldn’t tell her what to do. Whether to run or whether to crack the mask off the man’s face, open him as if he were a box, delve her hands into the contents within and find out why he made her feel, or should she run, because he made her feel, twisting her heartstrings, tying them into a noose, strangling her voice until her throat was dry. This could be manipulation. Alone with a man who could do anything to her…

A clandestine encounter shrouded within musty pages of literature.

She ripped the man’s— the woman’s mask off. A gasp caught in Pandora’s throat, stuttered past her lips, “Lily?”

She’d wanted to kiss Lily. Lily? She hadn’t known it was her village friend when she was eyeing the lips behind the mask, that was the only reason she’d even looked at the lips, because Pandora wasn’t meant to look at a woman’s lips. She wasn’t, in case she ever wanted… to stop herself wanting. She wasn’t allowed. But now she’d looked, and she couldn’t get them out of the forefront of her mind, and now Lily was smiling at her, shyly, sheepishly, “Hi, Pan.”

“How did you…?” Pandora weakly gestured to Lily’s suit, Lily’s presence, the entire inconceivable fact that Lily, poor, working-class, out-of-town Lily, was here.

Lily tentatively raised her fingers to thumb the edges of Pandora’s mask, gently removing it and flitting her gaze across Pandora’s face, “I wanted to see you.”

Pandora wanted to kiss her. She swallowed, the words bubbled back up. “You… courted me,” she muttered, staring at the floor, “The way a… suitor would.”

A hand beneath her chin, lifting it until she was greeted by the sight of Lily quirking an eyebrow. “And? What’s your answer?”

Pandora couldn’t contain it. She kissed her. It was so much more than how subconsciously, pushed to the back of her mind, Pandora had imagined it would be.

[moniefires]

my rosier twins fc !!!

im sooooooo bisexual 😫😫😫🤌🤌🤌🤌

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Regulus: I like my men how I like my coffee - strong and sweet.

Even: I like my men how I like my coffee - dark, and handsome.

Barty: I like my men how I like my coffee - able to keep me up all night.

Dorcas: I like my men how I like my coffee - I don't like coffee.

Pandora *in the sweetest voice*: I like my men how I like my coffee - ground up and in my freezer.

[padfootsaphrodite]

Barty and Evan are the type to cling to each other as they fall asleep but the moment they're dead to the world someone is getting pushed off the bed.

[dorasoracle]

hear me out : pandora lovegood / rosier ( or any surname for her )

[not-rab]

what if after you endure a large amount of cruciatus curses, your hair starts to lose its colour

that’s why even though pandora and evan are identical twins, pandora’s hair is dirty blonde, whereas evan’s is a platinum blond

[gasolinehornet]

After Evan got the dark mark, Pandora stopped speaking to him. And since they were out of school at that point, it was very easy for her to just cut contact. She was scared because she knew the death eaters were bad, but she never thought to hear Evan out on why he got it, and instead cut all contact.

Then when she heard the news that Evan died, she regretted her silence and went to his house where she found a full box of letters that were sent but she never received due to cutting him off.

She was awake that whole night and read every letter while tears splattered across the paper as she read.