Arden

Arden ☆ 20 ☆ He/him

Trans Panromantic Asexual

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Obsessed with Marauders, Dead Poets Society, I Saw the TV Glow, Grishaverse, All For The Game, Arcane, Marvel, Daredevil, BTVS and Heartstopper

I kin Regulus Black, Kaz Brekker, Jean Moreau, Todd Anderson, Vi (Arcane), Loki, both Charlie and Tori Spring, Marcus Baker, Chandler Bing and Viktor Hargreeves

Taylor Swift and David Bowie >>>

Also love Gracie Abrams, Olivia Rodrigo, Noah Kahan, Maisie Peters, Chappell Roan, Gigi Perez, Ethel Cain, Hozier, Billie Eilish, Phoebe Bridgers, Conan Gray, Yungblud, Jessie Murph, Leanna Firestone, NF, Citizen Soldier, Fleetwood Mac, Queen, Rini K and many more

Marauders fanfic writer, go check out my AO3

Fuck JKR!!! Anti Gen AI!!!

“Dude, what’s wrong with you?” Barty asks as he follows a very angry Evan to the bus stop. “You know I have a perfectly good car just down the road.” 

He scoffs. “That battered up piece of scrap metal is not perfectly good.” 

“It gets the job done,” he shrugs. “But that’s not the point. You were the one who asked me to drop you off home after the game, so what changed?” 

The two of them were having a great time watching England kick Mexico’s arses, despite having bet money on the opposite happening. Pubs were open until 5 am across the country, and they had a lot of beers (Barty is definitely over the driving limit, but who cares?). They were cheering and hugging after every goal and sang Wonderwall with the other players and pub goers. It was a truly wonderful evening. Then something switched, and his best mate stormed off without telling him, Barty only noticing his departure out the corner of his eye and immediately abandoned the girl he was chatting up to run after him. 

“You just seemed too preoccupied to take me home, that’s all.” 

Evan is a damn good liar, but after the decade they have known each other, he has come to understand his very subtle tells. 

“Bullshit. There’s more to it.” Evan huffs and turns away to look at the bus schedule. “What? You jealous?” 

His head whips around, glaring at him as he snarls, “As if.” 

“Oh, you are. You should have just said, and I would have just introduced her to you.” 

“That’s…not it.” 

“You don’t have to pretend with me. I can tell you’re jealous. If we hurry back now, we could still probably catch her.” 

“I don’t want her!” Evan yells. “I want you!” 

The world around them suddenly goes quiet—no drunks, no cars, no noise. It’s just them. 

“You want me?” he murmurs. 

“Forget it.” 

“No.” Barty steps forward, and cradles his cheeks, leaning in so close he can feel the other man’s breath against his face. “Still want me to forget about it?” 

“I want you to shut up now.” 

Fireworks explode in his stomach as their lips crash together, desperate and raw, years of pent-up feelings for each other finally making themselves known. Who knew a sport neither of them cares about would lead to the most wonderful, life-altering kiss? 

Thank you for the tag @missmoonfrost :)