#bartylily on top

[rottin6]

What are all ur marauders ships?

this is…controversial. i have bartylily right at the fucking top, untouchable. i blame this purely on @sommerregenjuniluft my wife but i’m not even pissed cause i’m so in love with the endless possibilities of bartylily.

everyone else is sort of scattered in between, sometimes moving up and down in the ranks depending on the day. i am an avid multishipper, like i will pair everyone with everyone.

jegulus is one that means a lot to me, same with marylene. the whole sunshine x grumpy trope is just dhhsjxjdjsjs

evan rosier pisses me off because i genuinely cannot see him with anyone other than barty.

bartylus is one that is either ranked in the top 3 or right at the bottom.

i hate anything to do with snape, call me what you want but i wanna see him with nothing but a grave.

wolfstar is one that is so i don’t know. like, i used to love them so so so much, but now it’s not so much. like every single situation i see them in, it’s so toxic. i can’t envision them with anyone but each other, but they’re so bad for each other too.

pandora, my love, i cannot pair with anyone purely because she’s just too…otherworldly for them all. at the most, i can see her dabbling in sex but relationship wise, no way.

dorcas and lily have this whole enemies to lovers + academic rivals thing going on.

peter’s just fucking there idk not really thinking about him

[drowninginthoughts27]

My toxic bartylily mood board cause I love these two so fucking much omg :)

[sixlane]

james potter fan club

bartylily microfic | 785 words | NSFW | inspired by that one scene in challengers | this is my attempt to introduce the masses to jartylily. you may not see the vision yet, but you will.

special ty to renn @malchai and laurie @itsjaywalkers for letting me yell at you about this <3

“I saw James today,” Lily says from where she’s straddling Barty’s lap, running her fingers through his hair. It’s not overtly sexual, but Barty’s hoping he can get it there in the next two minutes.

“Yeah?” He lets his eyes close, lets himself focus on the sound of her voice and the feel of her soft thighs under his hands. She’s only wearing her underwear and an old t-shirt of his, which isn’t doing much for his self control.

“Mmhm,” she responds, lightly rolling her hips forward. “He was asking about you.”

“I just saw him a few days ago.” Barty moves his hands around to grab Lily’s ass, sliding his fingers under the thin fabric, encouraging the pressure building between them. “What was he asking about?” He’s not really paying attention to the conversation if he’s being honest, but sometimes if Lily is in a chatty mood during sex, the dirty talk can get really nasty, so he tries to encourage it as much as possible.

“Just asking if we’d see him again before you go. He misses you.” She tugs the hem of Barty’s shirt up and over his head, then starts kissing a trail down his neck all the way to his shoulder. She reaches up to run a finger around his nipple, something she knows always gets a shiver out of him.

Barty lets out a groan as Lily rocks into him harder this time. “Fuck me too.” He doesn't even really know what he’s saying, just whatever will keep Lily talking.

“I know baby, I know you do,” Lily says, planting a hand on Barty’s chest to push him down on the bed. She leans forward to kiss him, and it’s slow and smooth as she slides her tongue into his mouth. He just feels himself getting lost in it when she pulls away. “Tell me how much you miss James.”

“Lily—” Barty starts, but he’s cut off as Lily’s hand travels down to his briefs, slipping under the waistband just a bit, teasing. “You want it?” she asks.

“Yes,” he says, grabbing her wrist, always so greedy about the way she touches him. “Come on, princess, no games.”

“No games.” She shakes her head, dips her hand even lower, just grazing the tip of his cock. “Tell me how much you miss him and you can have whatever you want.”

God, she’s intoxicating when she gets like this. Bossy and determined. And Barty is powerless to it.

“Miss him so much, Lily.” It’s not even untrue. It’s been months since he’s come to visit James, and now Lily since they started seeing each other. They call and text here and there but it’s nothing like it used to be, when they were attached at the hip as teenagers.

“Good boy.” She grabs his cock, collecting the precum with her thumb so her palm slides easily over him. “That feel good?”

Barty’s eyes roll back and he bucks his hips up into her hand, always needing more with Lily. “Mmhm fuck, so good. Keep talking, baby.”

Lily smiles, huffs a laugh. “You think about him a lot?” Her hand speeds up, just the right amount of pressure. She’s so fucking good at this.

Barty can barely think through the haze so he just says the first thing that comes to mind, not that he has much of a filter anyway. “All the time.”

“Yeah you do,” Lily says, rewarding him by reattaching to his neck, licking up to his ear where she bites at his earlobe. “Thinking about him right now while I’m touching you.”

Barty moans, letting his mouth fall open as he lets his mind wander. Lets himself imagine just for a second that it’s James on top of him instead of Lily. “Ngh, yeah, fuck. Don’t stop.”

But Lily does stop, just for a second to tug Barty’s briefs down and out of the way, freeing his cock, putting on display the mess she’s made of him.

She sits up over him, hovering just above his hard length. “Now, I want you to imagine, when you’re inside me, that it’s James you’re fucking into. Can you do that for me?”

Barty’s hands squeeze hard at her hips as he takes her in with hungry eyes, but he’ll do what she says. He always does, in the end.

He nods, licks his lips, seals the deal. “Wanna be inside him so bad, Lily.”

Lily reaches down, uses one hand to pull her soaked underwear to the side, and uses the other to line up Barty’s cock with her dripping cunt. “Whatever you want, baby,” she says with a devious smile before sinking down on him.

[sugarsnappeases]

microfic - bartylily!! | 2k words | infidelity (sorry james!) and sexual content!! (smuttiest thing i’ve ever written lmao) also barty is a dressmaker and lily is coming for a fitting (wink wink)

“You know, Lady Potter, the more I see you, the more convinced I am that your husband just doesn’t know how to treat a lady right”

Lily rolled her eyes as she walked further into the room, looking at Barty out of the corner of her eye as the door fell shut behind her, “He knows how to pay for all these dresses”

Barty chuckled, stepping up behind her and wrapping his arms around her shoulders, draping himself over her like he wanted her to wear him instead of a dress, leaning in so his lips were pressed against her ear, “Because that’s the only thing you come here for”

“Of course,” said Lily, smoothing down the front of the dress she was wearing and studiously ignoring the heat she could feel rising in his cheeks as Barty bit at her earlobe, trailing his lips down her neck, nipping at her skin. “I’m here for a dress fitting, nothing more, the Mckinnons are having a soirée and I need new measurements done”

“Riiight,” Barty dragged out the word, pulling back, running his hands along her shoulders and down her arms, “Well, I suppose you had better take your dress off then, we want to make these measurements as… close as possible”

Lily laughed, turning to swat at Barty’s arm, catching him watching her, something between awe and pride in his eyes, the same way he’d looked at her the first time he’d made her laugh - the first time he’d made her cum.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to help me with the buttons,” she smiled, playing coy, turning back around again. She could feel the heat of his body as he stepped closer to her again, his breath on the back of her neck, standing far too close to be professional, his hands working their way down her back, undoing the line of pearl buttons.

With the last one, he slid his hand under the fabric of the dress, cold on the skin of her lower back, her waist, squeezing at her hip, and she gasped.

“There,” he said, sliding his other hand up her shoulder and helping her to slip the sleeves off, the top of the dress falling to gather at her waist, exposing her chest to the cool air of the fitting room. Lily leaned back into him slightly as he ran his hand up her stomach to cup one of her breasts.

She wasn’t quite sure how it had started, this thing between them, this routine - Lily would go to get fitted for a dress and Barty would get her off - but there was something addictive about the way he touched her, the attention, the adoration, the worship in his fingers, in his words. He made her feel alive, he made her ache, just a few touches and she could already feel that she was wet, anticipation bubbling under her skin wherever his hands went.

“Now,” Barty said, speaking into her neck, lips pressed against her skin, two fingers circling lightly around her nipple, the other hand moving downwards towards where her dress was bunched up at her waist, “Can you do the rest yourself or do you need my help?”

Lily lay her head back to rest on his shoulder, feeling herself blush as he licked at her neck, breathing, “My husband has paid for your finest attentions”

Barty bit into her neck then, pinching at her nipple at the same time, making Lily gasp again.

“So he has,” Barty agreed, face moving away slightly, both hands moving down to sit just above her dress, fingers brushing over the skin just underneath the fabric, “And, although I’m sure you’re used to disappointment where Lord Potter is concerned, I always make sure my customers are satisfied”

With that he gathered her dress in his hands and pulled it down over her hips, her arse, her thighs, letting it fall to the floor as his hands roamed back up her body, squeezing at her thighs, her arse, her hips.

“My my, Lady Potter,” he murmured, pulling her backwards, closer to him, her bare skin pressing against his clothes, his fingers pressing into her skin, “No undergarments? How scandalous”

Lily huffed, bringing a hand up to thread through his hair, tugging lightly in a way that made his hands squeeze tighter at her body, “Do you satisfy all of your customers in the same way?”

Barty lowered his face to her neck again, mouth just above her pulse point, like he was trying to speak directly into her bloodstream, “Why? Would you be jealous if I said yes?”

One of his hands moved down over her hip bone, brushing through curls and circling her clit, the other moved upwards, cupping her breast again, squeezing her nipple. Lily tightened her grip on his hair, trying to sound unaffected, trying not to moan, as she said, “No”

Barty laughed, hands unrelenting, everywhere, making her squirm against him, heat not just in her cheeks now, “I’m the most popular dressmaker in the city, you know. You’re one of six different fittings just today. Would you be jealous if all of those people got the same treatment as you? My finest attentions?”

Lily shook her head, sure she wouldn’t be able to contain a moan if she attempted to speak this time, his hands were unyielding, inexorable, pressing, squeezing, his breath hot on her neck.

“You’ll have to use your words, princess,” Barty said, pulling her body backwards even closer into his, like he was trying to push himself into her bones, merge them into one, become a part of her, “Tell me. Would you be jealous if I told you that you’re not the only one?”

He moved a finger through her wetness as he spoke, rubbing at her clit again before sliding it into her warm heat, his other hand still playing with her nipple, “If I told you that my shop is popular because of more than just the clothes?”

Lily gasped, hand lifting to join the other clenched tight in Barty’s hair, as his finger slid in and out of her, as he kept speaking, mouth still pressed to her pulse point, “That everyone you see wearing my clothes - all your acquaintances, your friends, your husband - gets all the same benefits that you do?”

She moaned as he added a second finger, as his other hand pinched hard at her nipple, as he bit and licked at her neck, merciless, relentless, everywhere at once in a way that made her feel like she was stood in the middle of a bright, hot bonfire, burning at the stake.

“Tell me, princess,” Barty continued, inexorable, “Would you be jealous?”

His thumb moved to circle her clit as his fingers pressed in and out of her, and Lily moaned again, panting, trying to focus enough to speak, mind consumed by the fire, by the pleasure, by his fingers, his worship of her.

“No,” she eventually managed to breathe out, a word that turned into a moan halfway through as Barty sucked hard at her pulse point, still pressing impossibly closer to her, never close enough.

He licked at the spot he’d sucked, tongue hot and wet, then moved his head away from her neck slightly, the hand on her breast moving up over her collarbone to rest around her throat instead, applying a little pressure, making Lily squirm again, the heat in her burning ever higher, rising to a roaring inferno, closer and closer to the peak of its height.

“What was that, princess?” he said, trailing kisses over her shoulder now, his own breathing heavy as she moaned again, his erection pressing against the curve of her arse where their bodies were tight against each other, closer than close, merging into one.

“I didn’t quite catch it,” he continued, biting at her shoulder, one hand flexing around her neck, the other still working inside her, three fingers now, lighting her up from the inside out, relentless.

Lily pulled at his hair, hard enough to hurt, fingers in a white-knuckled grip, hands sweaty, her turn to make him moan, low and almost desperate into the skin of her shoulder, a curl of satisfaction only adding to the crescendo of heat inside her.

“I said-” she panted, biting at her lip to stop another moan of her own as Barty’s thumb dug into the space between her jaw bone and her skull, as his other thumb rubbed unrelenting circles onto her clit.

“I said no,” she managed, pressing herself back even closer into Barty’s body, close enough that the shape of his shirt buttons, his belt buckle, would probably be indented into the skin of her back, leaving a mark like the hickeys she was sure were bruising her neck, becoming a part of her, fusion.

Barty laughed, hot breath on Lily’s skin, tightening his grip around her throat, fingers sliding in and out of her faster, harder, moving to press his lips against her ear, “I don’t think I believe you”

Lily was hurtling rapidly towards an explosion, toes curling, a flame travelling along a trail of gunpowder, approaching the powder keg, set to blow up, shatter, erupt. She couldn’t stop the noises coming out of her mouth now, needy and greedy and obscene, almost as obscene as the sound of Barty’s fingers moving in her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, to the burning inferno.

“I think you like the idea of being special too much, princess,” Barty maintained the pressure around her throat, on her clit, relentless, inexorable, merciless, moving to bite at her collarbone, like he was trying to sink his teeth into the bone itself and suck out the marrow, and Lily’s eyes rolled back as something exploded inside of her, the fire reaching the powder keg, falling headfirst into a roaring inferno, fireworks erupting behind her eyelids, collapsing entirely against Barty.

He moaned against her skin again, entirely desperate-sounding now, animalistic, raw, as she spasmed against him, around his fingers still inside her. He moved the hand that had been around her throat to wrap around her waist instead, holding her up as she shattered into pieces in his hands, licking at the layer of sweat on the skin of her neck, tongue hot and wet, groaning like he was tasting ambrosia, something holy despite the way she was burning up in hell’s inferno.

Lily panted, coming down from her high, Barty helping her through it, his erection still pressing up against her arse, his belt buckle, his shirt buttons, still pressing into her skin, the two of them merging into one.

“And you are special,” Barty went on, pulling his fingers out of her, lifting them to his lips, licking them clean and moaning again, the gods’ nectar, divinity, sublimity. With his fingers clean, he gripped Lily’s chin gently and tilted her face towards his, awe, pride, devotion, worship in his eyes as he looked at her blissed-out face.

He kissed her, slow and reverent, and she could taste herself on his lips, his tongue, hot and wet, murmuring against her lips, “So, so special for me, princess”

Lily nearly collapsed back against him again, entirely weak in his arms, still breathing heavily, against his lips, anticipation building again, addicted to his touch, his adoration, the way he held her like he wanted to melt into her, like he wanted them to fuse into one, inseparable.

She turned in his arms, facing him now, wrapping her arms around his neck, one hand sliding into his hair to deepen their kiss, Barty’s hands moving to rest on her hips, pulling back slightly, something a little mocking in his eyes, to say “You know, I bet these little meetings are the only time you ever cum”

Lily scoffed, pulling back further, moving her hands to rest on his chest, pulling her hips back from where they had been grinding against Barty’s, against the wet patch in the place his trousers were straining, “You know, I came here for a dress fitting, nothing more, and you haven’t even gotten your tape measure out yet”

[resident-gay-bitch]

May 20; Flowers

Ship; Barty x Lily (Bartylily/deathflower)

@marauders-rarepair-fics

Barty's not really good at all this shit.

You know, all that pish posh romance crap.

He's not really cut out for the nice stuff. He's loud and crude and rough around the edges. Never really grew up experiencing what real love is supposed to feel like, and now he's just confused about it all the time. He thought love was bullshit, actually. A total load of steaming shit.

Until Lily came along.

She rolled her pretty, pretty, pretty green eyes at him and bossed Barty around and now he's head over fucking heals in love with her. Doing just about anything to get her attention, all he wants to do is look at her, and keep her close and safe, and get her to look at him.

She's even got him making a fool out of himself, trying his hand at romance. Regulus and Evan laughed at him this morning, when on their walk around the grounds, he began to pick flowers.

It was Valentines day after all, and walking up to the girl you're in love with and asking if she'd like a shag isn't really boyfriend material. But flowers are, right? Girls like flowers, right?

Bloody hell, what does he know? He only knows that his stupid heart is beating out of his stupid chest as he stands here, with his hand outstretched, with a bouquet of (mostly weeds, actually, but Barty doesn't know the difference) flowers, dead silent, staring intently at the girl who's snatched his heart.

"Are you going to say something, or just stand there like a statue?"

Barty swallowed so thickly he could hear it, "Uh- Uhm, yeah- or- I mean..."

"Barty?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Shit, fuck- shit. Here!" He said, shoving them at her chest, "Date... Date. Me... I mean... please?"

"Are you asking me out on a date?" She asked, putting her quill down to take the messy bouquet. Now that Barty thinks about it, he could have made it look a bit nicer.

He nodded his head quite aggressively, pinks embarrassingly pink. Behind Lily's shoulder, over on the other side of the library, Regulus and Evan were laughing so hard at him they had tears in their eyes.

Lily glared up at him, and Barty thought he might die, "Is this a joke?"

"No!" He rushed out, his voice cracking he was so embarassed, "I... fuckin' hell, I fancy you, Lily. Ain't it obvious?"

Lily's cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink, matching one of the flowers in the bunch before her, "Oh... then yes, I'd love to go on a date with you. How about Friday? Do you think that's enough time to figure out to speak in sentences that consist of more than two words?"

Barty nodded his head, never having felt so excited in his entire life. In a flash, he lent down to kiss the top of her head before rushing back over to his friends. He thinks he might make her up a better bouquet of flowers before their date, maybe he'll break into the greenhouse.

"What the fuck?" Evan said, staring at him blankly.

"I can't believe that worked." Regulus said, clearly confused.

Barty could only grin, feeling like he was on top of the stupid fucking world.

[foursaints]

what are your top 3 ships?

rosekiller, jegulus, bartylily

[trohpi]

Is there any ships you don’t ship?

yes, but im not the kind of person to judge what other ppl ship (except for snily /lh) and just bc i dont ship something doesnt mean i think its horrible lol

now heres all the ships i can think of off the top of my head that i dont ship: bartylus, rosewater, bartylily, pandalily, narlily, remary, marypeter, moonflower, jarty, regmary, regdora, and snape x anyone really

[thatcoolguyeli]

I’m stating to understand bartylily

thinking about them in an academic to rivals au is keeping me awake.

politics student lily and artist barty. barty taking politics classes to fill time one term and having one of the top grades. lily glaring at him whenever he raises his hand and answers.

[rottin6]

mdni. 18+ | bartylily.

[01:08AM] barty: just got some new shit, you at home?? [01:09AM] lily: yeah, you otw? [01:09AM] barty: yes ma’am

barty presses his foot down harder on the gas, moving up a gear with his windows down. he’s excited to see his favourite girl, his fingers flexing around the steering wheel, and a shit-eating grin on his face as he pictures her getting all ready to see him. he pulls up outside her house, combing back his hair when the sight of her standing on the side of the street comes into view. sticking his head forward, barty lets out a low whistle, massaging his jaw. “you lookin’ like this just for me, angel? i’m honoured.”

lily rolls her eyes, shaking her head as she opens the passenger door, hugging her cow printed pyjama set close to her body. “ass.” she mumbles with a small smile and barty floors the gas pedal then, watching the way lily leans back in her seat, lifting her legs to rest her feet up on the dash. “don’t dirty my shit, yeah?” he tells her, mouth full with his lit joint. he keeps one hand on the wheel, puffing out the smoke before passing the blunt over. “jus’ bought this baby.”

pursing her lips around the stick, lily breathes in, holding the smoke in her lungs before blowing out in his direction. she watches how his bicep tenses when he shifts up a gear, switching to fourth, and she licks her lips before taking another smoke. she looks around his car, shrugging. “it’s nice.”

they hit the highway, speeding down in the rain and they’re most likely going to crash at some point, lily thinks. she’s not sure if she cares, her ankles crossing over one another and barty can’t help but look at her legs. he pulls over at an exit, parking his car on the edge of a truck stop, behind the bushes. barty reaches over the console and into the backseat, finding a ziploc bag before throwing it over to lily. she picks it up, holding her flashlight to it before looking at him with wide eyes, “are you serious?”

“yeah, yeah—jus’ one line though, don’t get used to this shit.” barty waves her off before snatching the bag from her, lifting his leg up on the seat and taking out one of his cards.

nodding pathetically, lily catches her bottom lip in between her teeth, all anxious as she watches him. he’s careful in how he handles it and it’s so different to what he’s usually like, she thinks. “relax, ‘m here.” he murmurs, pouring a small pile of the white powder onto his thigh then carefully cutting into it with his credit card. “not gonna let anything bad happen to you.”

“i know.” lily whispers, her eyes completely focused on the way he slices the coke on his leg into three white lines. 

barty leans back in his seat, looking up at lily when he’s all done. he rubs at the back of his neck, sighing, “in your mouth or up your nose, kid?” but lily shrugs, completely clueless at this sort of thing. she opens her mouth to speak but barty’s gripping onto her chin then, his strong hand keeping a hold on her. he runs his thumb over her lips, smiling with his eyes wide and red. “open f’me.” he tells her and it’s a strange mix of gentle and harsh, and it’s something lily thinks she likes. she nods in his hold, her plump lips parting. “good girl, now—i ain’t letting you do this shit again, so appreciate what i’m giving you, yeah?”

lily nods, waiting with eager eyes. her eyes shift to where his two fingers on his free hand reach to gather up some of the coke on his leg. his fingers push up under her top lip, smearing the powder all over her gums, and he grins when she whimpers. she shuts her eyes tight, taking all that he gives her and when he pulls his fingers out from her mouth, he lightly hits the side of her face. “gotta keep those eyes on me, angel.” he tells her and when she does, barty shifts slightly, watching the way her pupils slowly expand. 

lily’s eyes gloss over and he nudges at her jaw, “come on,” he murmurs, his thumb stroking over the skin on her cheek. “i know you can take it, kid.” barty tells her, before scooping the rest of the substance on his leg onto his card, snorting it clean off. he rolls his shoulders back, wiping his nose clean as he feels it in his head. 

lily’s lips have suddenly gone dry and her fingers itch to feel something. barty takes the blunt from behind his ear and shoves it between her lips, her fingers instinctively holding it there. he takes out his lighter, holding the flame to it for her and he watches her smoke the rest of it, his lips curling up at the corners. he keeps a hand on her shoulder, making sure she stays awake. he plays with her hair a little, twirling the strands between his fingers. then he hears a soft moan come from beside him and his brows raise, watching the way her thighs rub against one another. “coke get you all wet, kid?” he snickers, his hand trailing down from her shoulder until it rests on her thigh.

lily nods dumbly, a slight shrug following. “coke, weed, you, i don’t know.”

barty hums, his eyes closing momentarily, the revelation filling him with pride. his fingers graze the edge of her shorts, before slipping under and pushing her panties to the side. he shakes his head, tongue in cheek. “shit, babe, you’re soaked.”

lily lets out soft little moans, deliriously begging him for more. he watches her eyes before cursing and pulling his hand away, getting out of the car and making his way to her side. he opens the passenger door, pulling her out carefully and setting her down on the backseat. barty crawls in between her legs, his hands roaming over her pyjamas as he chuckles slightly, “these fuckin’ cows.” but lily whines on the seat, aching for him.

“i’m here, kid.” he murmurs, pressing light kisses along her jaw and down her throat. “relax f’me.” he tells her, his fingers sliding into her shorts and into her panties. he relishes in the way her back arches and how she pushes herself against his fingers, it’s desperate and pathetic. 

barty fucks his fingers up into lily, his own cock twitching in grey sweatpants. he gets off on her little moans and gasps, eager to hear more of the pretty noises she makes. “w-want.. want..” she trembles, barely able to speak, her words being interrupted by her own moans. 

“what? can’t—can’t talk? already fucked those words out of you?” he asks, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. lily can’t help but whine, reaching for one of his hands on her hips, placing it over her neck. barty grunts, squeezing her neck lightly before letting go. “tell me, kid—i brought you out for a good time, don’t be rude now.” he speaks slightly strained, still much more composed than lily, focusing on the way her face twists. 

“w-want you to— ohh fuck.” lily moans, barty purposely speeding up his thrusts, groaning. he could be so mean. “what? cat got your tongue?” he chuckles to himself, not stopping his thrusts. 

lily scratches at his arms, squirming. “choke—want you to choke me.” she pants, tears falling down her cheek and landing on the leather seats of his car. “w—what?” he stumbles, pace slowing down so he can examine her expression, slowly stilling his fingers inside her. 

she nods dumbly, waiting for it. he sighs, his hand wrapping around her throat, pushing her further onto the seats. he squeezes at her pulse points, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. “yeah—yeah, there you go.. should be ashamed of yourself. cumming from your dealer choking you? real, real dirty.” he adds, biting his lips back from groaning at the way her walls contract around him. 

“better not be doing this shit with ya other dealers, yeah?”

lily shakes her head quickly, legs trembling. “you’re the only one, barty, promise.” she smiles dopey, barely able to form a thought at the way she struggles to hold on, the pressure around her neck feeling way better than the coke.

[drowninginthoughts27]

Bartylily is the best

Anon are you inside my brain or smth cause I had just finished a convo about bartylily with a few of my mutuals right when you sent this!! But you are so right Bartylily is absolutely top tier

I’m using this as an excuse to talk abt them some more so I just wanted to propose to u an au where Barty’s part of some punk rock band and Lily’s a journalist writing abt up and coming alt bands and they meet back stage after one of Barty’s shows so Lily can ask him some questions briefly for her article and Barty’s such a flirt and Lily refuses to break cause she just has to stay calm and do her job and flirting with the insanely hot (and a bit bat shit crazy) musician is not part of it but eventually she caves and gives him her number to “set up a more formal interview”,,, what do we think???

[mothbart]

What’s your top three marauders era ships?

omg okay

the ranking is important here but THEY ARE:

1. bartylily (these mfs took over my life actually!)

2. wolfstar

3. jegulus

[sixlane]

so sweet

Bartylily microfic | 1.4k words | NSFW

for india @certifiedl0verboy because they said the world needed barty and lily getting high and sharing a costco cheesecake, and also han @honeybcj because the image of barty and lily shotgunning hasn't left my head in days <33

Lily opens her fridge and stares. The cool air and soft light leaks out into the empty kitchen as she contemplates how she became this person. The type who, completely unprompted and for no good reason, buys a whole Costco cheesecake for herself. 

The soft, round monstrosity sits on the bottom shelf of her fridge, taking up so much space she was forced to shove her yogurt into the vegetable drawer. The thing stares back at her, mocking, taunting, begging to be left to mold when she inevitably fails to eat it all. 

The sound of a key in the door snaps her out of the silent stand off.

Fuck, Barty’s home.

She can already imagine his confused smile and snarky comments when he opens the fridge for his nightly Red Bull just to come face to face with Lily’s unexplainable decision. It’s not like they’ve been roommates for long, or friends for that matter. They keep it cordial, stay out of each other's way, smoke the occasional bowl and watch old seasons of America’s Next Top Model, but this seems a little too close to soul-baring for comfort. 

Lily sits down at the table with a glass of water, tries to act casual, tries not to look at the fridge. 

“Hey,” Barty says, dropping his keys on the counter.

Lily nods her head, taking a sip from her glass. For a minute she thinks she’s in the clear because he’s already started to leave the room, but he doubles back at the last minute, realizing he’s forgotten something. 

He pulls the fridge open, reaches down, and stops, just for a second, before grabbing his energy drink and letting the door fall shut. 

Lily pretends she hasn’t been watching him this whole time.

He pops the top on his can, takes a sip and gives Lily a once over. “You having a party or something?”

“Will you leave me alone if I say yes?” Lily deadpans, though she can feel her face heating up. 

“Nope. Then I’d probably have to ask why I wasn’t invited.” He walks over to lean against the island, just a few feet between them, and looks down at her. He takes another sip.

“Ok look I needed more laundry detergent so I went to Costco and obviously I had to look in the bakery section and it was just sitting there. So. I bought it.” Barty’s smile widens as she explains until he’s just grinning at her. “What?” she asks, defensive.

“So you just bought the whole thing for yourself?” He says it curiously. He’s not judging, but she can hear the ulterior motive in his tone. 

She raises an eyebrow at him. “Spit it out.”

Barty huffs a laugh. “One second.” He sets his drink down and heads toward his room, leaving Lily to wonder what his plans are. She can never quite read him. He likes to play up this persona of his, effortlessly carefree and nonchalant, but she has always sensed something just below the surface. She notices it in the way he remembers her work schedule, the way he seems to have eyes in the back of his head. 

When Barty comes back, he’s got a bag of weed in one hand and his grinder and bowl in the other. He holds them up, mouth quirked in a dangerous way, waiting for her response.

Lily reflects the smile back at him. “I like the way you think, Crouch.”

So, Lily grabs the cheesecake, two forks, and some napkins, while Barty packs the first bowl of the night. They light up next to an open window in the living room, inhaling as the warm breeze kisses their cheeks and slides through their hair.

They wait until they’re properly high before digging in, and as Lily brings that first bite to her lips, allows it to settle on her tongue, she swears it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted. 

“Fuuuuuck,” she moans. “This was the best decision I’ve ever made.” She licks the back of the fork, wanting to savor the tangy goodness, and she doesn’t miss how Barty watches before he huffs a laugh and shifts his focus to take a bite of his own.

“God,” he says around a mouthful. “What does Costco put in this shit?” 

“It’s fucking amazing right?” 

It’s at that point that she notices a bit of cake smeared across Barty’s lower lip, so she leans over and wipes her thumb across it. It happens before she can even register she’s done it, but she fully commits, sticking her thumb in her mouth after, tasting sweet and something else.

“You use Aquaphor?” She asks.

Barty stares at her. Red eyes slightly widened. “You can identify Aquaphor by taste?”

Lily smiles with all her teeth and reaches into her back pocket to produce the tube she takes with her everywhere. 

“Put some on,” he says before picking up the bowl for another hit.

She looks at him suspiciously. “Why?”

“Just do it.” He sparks the lighter and breathes in deeply. 

She brings the tube to her lips and smears some on, watching his chest expand behind his t-shirt.

He holds the smoke in his lungs but motions for her to come closer and oh. She sees where this is going. 

The realization doesn’t stop her from leaning in anyway.

Barty’s lips ghost over hers and he breathes the smoke into her open mouth. She inhales in turn, taking the air from his lungs into her own. 

It’s intimate, she thinks, in a way that not many things are. To hold a vital piece of someone else inside yourself. To pass it back and forth with such care, not letting anything slip through the cracks. 

And that thought is what causes Lily to close the barely-there distance. To allow their lips to push together. To allow herself to fully taste the leftover sweetness and Aquaphor and Red Bull on Barty’s tongue, which he doesn’t waste a minute before sliding into her mouth.

It’s sloppy and uncoordinated where they lean over the half-eaten cheesecake between them, and Lily pulls back before her arms give out underneath her. 

They stare at each other for a moment, both smiling and laughing like idiots. 

It’s so easy between them, always has been.

“One more?” Barty asks.

“One more what?” Lily volleys back, eyebrow raised.

“Bite,” He says motioning toward the cake, sly smile across his face.

She rolls her eyes affectionately but nods, leans forward as he scoops another piece, sure to get some of the buttery crust on his fork. He holds it out for her to take but before she can, the pile of cake and graham cracker falls right onto her left tit.

Lily stares down at it, mouth agape for a second before she starts giggling again. Because it’s funny. Everything is so funny she can’t help herself.

That is until Barty’s tongue is dragging itself along the skin there, collecting the cake and making way for his teeth, which bite hard enough to leave a mark. 

He stares up at her as he does it, gauging her reaction. He gets the all clear when Lily fails to stop the needy whine that leaves her throat.

Barty trails his mouth upward, leaving open-mouth kisses along her neck until he reaches her ear.

“You taste so good,” he whispers. Voicing out loud the thoughts she’s been having all night.

Lily lets the corner of her mouth tug up. “You have no idea.”

“Fuck.” He reattaches to her neck and his hands find the button of her pants, dexterous as they undo it and work the zipper down. He reaches beneath her underwear, letting his long fingers slide through her wetness, collecting some before he brings them to his mouth, sucks sinfully and stares her down the whole time.

The haze around Lily’s thoughts sharpens to want, and Barty must see the change in her eyes because he smiles devilishly around the digits before replacing them where she needs them most. 

“So fuckin’ sweet,” he says, circling her clit lazily, not enough pressure to really get her there.

“Please…” she begs, arching into him, trying to push harder against his fingers. She’s too far gone not to act as desperate for it as she is. She wants his fingers inside of her, wants him to lick every inch of her, put his mouth in places it probably doesn’t belong.

“Shhh princess,” he coos. “Just enjoy the ride.”

Once they finish, Lily twice and Barty all over her stomach before licking her clean, Lily will realize they left the cheesecake in the living room under the open window.

Oh well, she was never really going to finish it anyway.

[itsjaywalkers]

Hehe, the sweet ranter is already back, because I missed you too and I really appreciate the hug!🥰

I've been a bit stressed lately because school started again and my teachers obviously hate free time, I have so much homework to do (I'm living in Germany and doing my "Abi(tur)", I don't really know what it's called in english or if there even is something like that in England... but here we must do this first so we can go to uni (i hate the school-system in Germany). Okay, I am rambling a bit again...).

I'm really happy, that you appreciate my silly little asks, so here I am with another update on "luck came (and died 'round here)" because I love this fanfic and I've finished the first half of my homework (the other half is for tomorrow) so I need a little treat. By the way I am learning Spanish at the moment and it is so much fun (I can say hello, ask how you are and all this basic things), but now back to my reading update!

Firstly, I really love the dynamic Barty and Lily have, they are just so funny while they are bickering. I really, really love it and giggle so much! 🤭

Secondly, the fact that Barty knows her whole schedule but he doesn't KNOW that he is literally stalking her... :')

Thirdly, the PRINCESS! Good lord Laurie, are you and Barty trying to kill me? IT'S SO CUTE!!🤭

And lastly, I love the Rosier Twins! They are my on top siblings (sorry Sirius and Regulus... I love you, but you are not as cool as Pandora and Evan).

Okay, this ask is already ridiculously long so I'm just going to say, that I love the story (like everything that you write!) and because it is the weekend I will read deep into the night (Yey!) and hopefully give you many updates!

Sending you many loving bites, kisses and hugs!

Much love! <3

HELLO AGAIN DARLING <333

it must be like a levels!! never done them bc i was still in spain back then (we also have an equivalent it's called bachillerato and then we do selectividad aka the actual exams to get into uni) so i absolutely get the stress.. unfortunately i've been there </3 wishing u the best of luck!! and hoping that ur teachers will relax a bit..

oh i loveee ur asks babe <3 very happy to hear my story feels like a lil treat to u !! and omg that's so cool!! spanish can be a hard language to learn but . i adore it (i'm very biased i know but it genuinely is so beautiful.. besides i'll never be as funny in english as i am in spanish </3)

I GIGGLE TOO their dynamic is everything to me, i've always loved the academic rivals trope so i'm glad i got to write it!! and it works so well with bartylily i think

HE'S SO OBSESSED WITH HER but he lacks a lot of self-awareness in that regard i'm afraid.. which makes the whole situation even funnier imo

the 'princess' thing is one of my fav parts in that story.. never been super fond of that pet name but i fucking love it in a bartylily context, whenever barty says it i lose my mind a little

omg i didn't expect u to mention the twins, they're unfortunately very in the background but i also love them very much. i've realised i enjoy writing them A Lot so it makes me very excited to see u appreciate them <333

you're so very sweet.. thank you so much darling, sending u kisses and hugs and my whole heart MWAH

[sugarsnappeases]

KARAAAA BARTYLILY LIBRARY FIC PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-

LAURIE MY LOVELY YOU CAN HAVE ANYTHING YOU WANT FROM ME ANYTIME YOU WANT!!!!!!

bartylily library is my silly little fic which i think about constantly and which is probs like. one of the most ambitious things i've ever decided to write.... it has Chapters.... i'm so bad at Chapters. but i love her anyway. she stems from this post i made in like december and she's been stewing beautifully in my head and has developed a lot since then so this post is just gonna be like. general deranged rambling lol

so. lily's coming back to her volunteering job at the library in her hometown after having been away at uni (she's second year, just finished the spring term and she's studying english lit). the library has always been a Big Part of her life, she would visit literally at least once a week and not just to get books but also for all the events that they put on like craft things and holiday clubs and film nights and the like.

and she's been volunteering there for the last five years, since she was fifteen, bc like. obviously she has. it's a bit of like trying to please her parents and demonstrate how responsible and brilliant she is, but also just the inevitable next step for a girl who semi-grew up in the library, but also something that will look good on her cv, but also something simple, easy, uncomplicated. it's a routine that she knows like the back of her hand, it's something into which she can fall after how intensely stressful her terms at uni are and something to which she can escape from the whole Petunia Scenario going on at home. and she's good at it and she loves it and she needs it.

this holiday. however. there's an Issue in the shape of one Bartemius Crouch Junior. who literally couldn't care a whit about the library or lily's routine or the ease and simplicity that she's been craving all term. he's a Nuisance. a Menace. a Bother. and he's ruining her life and she hates him but he's also an Enigma. and lily has always liked studying. analysing things. pulling apart words and actions. it's literally what she does for her degree.

also. as shown in the snippet i just posted, lily's trying to hold onto the hope that she can fix him and set the library to rights again but this doesn't really last very long bc he's just so entirely resistant to any attempt on her part to change him. like she's showing him seven times that these books go here, it's easy, it's dewey decimal, and yet he still insists on putting them in the wrong place and she knows he's just trying to rile her up and it's working bc he's just SO infuriating!!

but then also on top of that he's so Interesting!! like he's so charming, a little outrageous but still charming, to all the library-goers and to madam pince (the main librarian), and she's watching him when he's wandering around the stacks and taking mental notes of and then going around and looking at all the books that he had paused and looked at, surreptitiously checking out the ones she hasn't read

and when she comes into study on wednesdays (bc she's lame and three days in the library per week is Not Enough) he's wandering over to bother her but also chatting w her about the things she's studying (which i've decided is gonna reflect what the english students at my uni (it's all i know!!!) study in the summer term of second year. which is shakespeare. so i'm gonna have to come up w lots of things to say about ol' shakesy p. haven't studied him since i did my a level so this could be interesting... i do think that the hardest part about this fic is gonna be the Intellectual Literature Conversations, which i think there are gonna be a few of, bc the literature i have intellectual things to say about nowadays is all in italian and decidedly unhelpful for lily's english lit degree. although i'm planning to bring up michelangelo at one point. i just can't help myself i'm sorry. they're gonna discuss the silkworm poem...)

anyway. they eventually kiss lol. in the back room of the library where lily is trying to lecture barty on how he can't just endlessly point the old men in the wrong direction bc if he isn't careful they'll keel over before they find the books they're looking for. yk the vibe. and then there's a lot of visits to the park right next door to the library. it has a little duck pond in it, if you were wondering. and they go to a gig. and he skives off from the library to hang out w her.

oh also! his community service is like. two months and he's been there for a month already so he's got four weeks left. and lily's holidays are five weeks so there's a little goodbye thing for him at the library when lily's still gonna be there for a week if that makes sense. and then he shows up again to visit on the next monday grinning at lily like 'did you miss me?' and then she skives off one day and they go to the cinema and like wander around the shopping centre and she goes to his flat and has to walk of shame it into the library the next day. it's all very like. normal. but lily's never really had that and she feels a little like she's a girl in an american rom-com getting swept off her feet. like she's a little giddy and it's so easy, simple, uncomplicated etc etc etc

and anyway then she goes back to uni x

seriously tho i think about them all the time and this fic is gonna be such a labour of love and i'm so so so so excited about it!!! hope this like. makes sense and is interesting thank you so much for asking i love youuu

[percynorthwest]

T4T bartylily - trans journeys

Im currently like 5k words into writing this, and I thought I’d share some of their respective transition journeys!

Lily

Lily came out early. Like she knew knew early. Her mother was more doubtful and didn’t like the idea, even as Lily got older, she kind of hoped it’s still a phase (like maybe she’s just coping her older sister??) her father however had always been supporting (which is a big part of petunia’s and lily’s fighting, like petunia is mad because Lily became their dads “favorite”) because Lily and her father got really close after she came out, since he was the first person to support her.

She socially transitioned at like seven, and started medically transitioning as soon as she entered puberty, with blockers and soon thereafter hormones.

Barty

Barty’s transition looks a lot different. For a long time he struggled with his gender identity. He was always a “boyish girl” a “tomboy” and he didn’t really mind. He always had his guy friends, and he wore the same kind of clothes, and at one point he got himself a really bad haircut to get it shorter, so he often got “mistaken” for a boy. He didn’t really care, nor correcting them, but not thinking much further on it either. When he got older, like early teens, he started realising that he wasn’t actually a girl. He came out to his closest friends first, who were like “ok. Cool.” And he eventually told his mom, who stroked his cheek and gave him a smile. It was unsaid between them that he couldn’t tell his father. They didn’t really talk about much more. She dies soon thereafter. As he got older, his father would start forcing more traditional gender roll into him. Wearing dresses, growing out his hair, doing “girly” things. At one point crouch sr starts treathening that he’s going to send him to an all girls school. When he’s around 16/17 he’s done. He’s not going to listen to his father at all. He cuts his hair, throws out his dresses. He confronted his dad, telling him that either he’s going to live like this, or he would move out. He wasn’t allowed to live there anymore. He moved in with his friend (rosier). The second he turned 18 he contacted a clinic for a “gender investigation” (this is directly translated from my mother tounge cuz I don’t know the English word???)

He eventually gets put on testosterone and he’s elated. He doesn’t have a full education, and he struggles to make things work, money wise. He’s saving up for top surgery though. He’s sent a form to change his name, and he decides to take his dad’s name, as a last fuck you to crouch sr. Crouch sr the right wing politician, and now when people search his name, they are also going to get up suggestions for his trans son. His legal name and sex is however still his old ones when the fic plays out. (This comes up slightly when they go to a club)

[labyrinthhofmymind]

hey! i saw your info post on the marauders n your ao3

top 3 ships, go!

ps. (personally, i'm partial to rosekiller & wolfstar and i love love LOVE bartylily & moonwater (platonically & if written nicely romanticly but i didnt say that)

OOOOOO OK OK

1. wolfstar (duh)

2. marylene (I LOVE THEM OK)

3. jegulus??? i think????

this is actually so much harder than i thought cause i also love rosekiller and marylily and jily and dorlene! i feel like my answers are so basic i need to expand my ships lol

i LOVE platonic moonwater but could definitely be swayed in reading a romantic fic for them (if you’ve got any fic recs lemme know hehe)

i’ve also never read bartylily but everyone’s talking about them and i feel like i’m missing out

ANYWAYS THAT WAS MY LITTLE RANT I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS FOREVER

thank you for the question @morallyundefined 🫶