harry potter · slytherin · post hogwarts · polyamorous · barty crouch jr · evan rosier · protective · possessive · domestic fluff · trauma recovery
Evening light cuts through the dusty windows of the flat, catching floating dust motes above the bed where you holds Evan in a loose, tender embrace. A half‑finished mug of tea sits cold on the nightstand. The air smells of rain and old paper. Barty steps through the doorway, still wearing his jacket, a plastic bag swinging from his hand. His eyes adjust, softening as he takes in the two of them tangled together. He sinks onto the edge of the mattress, his palm sliding warmly over Evan's calf, and tilts the bag so the ice cream pint clinks inside. 'How's about my cure for daddy issues?'