#evanity

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The three main couples (Altho Wolfstar is the lead by far) in my Titanic AU! We have:

Jegulus, obviously, the lovelies❤️❤️

Emma Vanity and Lily Evans, which my friend so lovingly suggested I call Evanity which I ADORE. These two literally came out of nowhere for me even as the author but damn if I don’t love them with all my heart.

Finally, Wolfstar❤️🐺✨ my beloveds

All this is art from my fic Without You by beautywolfstar on ao3😊😊

[bartycrouchjunior]

Dated: 6 November, 1978 Location: Quidditch Pitch; Hogwarts @cmmv-vanity​

“Not bad.” Barty nodded as he adjusted his gloves, leaning against the wall outside of the Changing Rooms. “Your form could use a little work, but there’s still time before the game.”

[apackofthornes]

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[prettylittleslytherin-blog]

∇ - evan (because it can never actually happen oops what)

∇ old age/aging headcanon

In an ideal world, this pair of best friends would be married to each other, to their sanity and their humanity. They’d be together, by each other’s side as they were always meant to be until the very end. Evan would never lose his alcoholic tendencies, and Emma would never stop rolling her eyes in fond, mock exasperation because for the love of Merlin, it’s not even 10am Evan! but they both knew she didn’t really mean it. Too much had happened for her to really blame him, however she did from time to time stage an intervention of sorts if it got to bad — they hadn’t survived the fucking war just for him to die of alcohol poisoning after all. They would bicker with each other, snap and grumble but anyone who looked closed enough to see the affection that was hidden beneath even the most barbed of comments.

However this was not an ideal world, and Emma was forced to grow old alone. Her best friend died before they were even 22 and Emma had never felt more lost. Old she grew, losing more and more pieces of her carefully constructed life along the way. First Evan, then Dorcas and so many people she called friends. Her husband was sent to Azkaban, and Emma was left more alone then she’d ever been in her entire life with two small children. Every year she’d visit his grave, and she made sure he was never forgotten. Even when her good looks failed her, blonde hair turned to grey and smooth skin became lined and her heart became almost too heavy for her frail body to hold up, she would tell stories about the best friend she called Evan Rosier.

[prettylittleslytherin-blog]

▼ - evan (because it did happen)

▼ - childhood headcanon

One of Emma’s fondest childhood memories was when they were alone at her house as her parents had gone out and they decided to attempt cooking. Emma’s personal house elf was quote fond of the pair of them and allowed them use of the kitchen with the promise that her parents would never know. It was a simple recipe, and had they bothered to follow the instructions they might have actually made a half decent cake. Instead they bickered over who got to do what and ended up getting the food all over themselves instead of in the mixing bowl. It was a simple afternoon full of childish pleasure and one of Emma’s brightest memories. They were never allowed in the kitchen again.

[prettylittleslytherin-blog]

✿ - evan (um)

✿ - Sex headcanon

Before Dorcas became a prominent romantic interest in Emma’s life, she wouldn’t have said no to casual sex with Evan. Emma doesn’t sleep with every bloke in the castle, but she’s hardly and innocent virgin either and she is well aware of Evan’s reputation as good in bed. Even if it turned from casual to serious, Emma probably wouldn’t end it. Normally Emma doesn’t like to stay after (casual) sex, however with Evan she’d happily curl up beside him and sleep. Sleeping beside (not with) each other is not an uncommon occurrence for the pair. However now that Emma is romantically interested in Dorcas, she would be far less likely to sleep with Evan unless she ended things with Dorcas first.