#bartycrouchjr

[b4rty-r0s13r-w1ll-fck-y0ur-m0m]

Wolfstar:

"Moony?"

"Yes, Pads?"

Starchaser:

"Jamie?"

"Yes, love?"

Rosekiller:

"SKANK"

"WHAT"

[the-kingteapea]

rosekiller ikea dates when they fake argue in the kitchen

[olga-antonovna]

I think Barty would try to dig up Evan’s grave with his bare hands just shortly after his lover’s passing. He refused to believe that his beautiful, charming Rosie was dead. Perhaps he thought in those moments of madness that Evan was suffocating, trapped in the coffin buried six feet under. Whispering to the ground beneath him, Barty would reassure Evan that he was “almost there” as he continued his desperate attempt to reach the dead corpse that would not awake.

[reggiesgrinningsoul]

When Barty and Evan were twelve years old, Evan gifted Barty a ring made of bones that he had made with Barty's initial on it and Barty had asked Evan if it'd be alright if he put an "E" right next to the "B". Evan had stared at him quietly for a moment before taking the ring back and doing just that. When he handed the ring back to Barty he did not fail to notice the blush bloom on Barty's cheeks as he put the ring in his middle finger, when Barty swore to never take it off he didn't fail to notice Evan's ears turned bright red.

(Barty never ever took that ring off and would always fidget with it when he was upset or lonely because the ring brought him comfort.)

[thessynyx]

my favourite thing about the marauders fandom? those rare, beautiful moments where “Barty” autocorrects to “Barry.”

[ellisamarox]

Marlene who dyed her brown hair blond 🤝 Barty who dyed his blond hair brown

[miriammctroi]

Y'all are sleeping on Rosekiller = Gallavich

Specifically Barty Crouch Jr = Mickey Milkovich

Crouch Sr: Just want you to know: You marry a man, I'm gonna put your ass into Azkaban, simple as that

Barty: Why wait, Bitch? I'm standing right here.

* Barty and his dad pull their wands at each other. They are almost identical *

Barty: Oh, look at that, we must shop at the same wand shop.

Crouch Sr: What the fuck happened to you?

Barty: Ah, you know what they say: The Apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Crouch Sr: It does when it lands on a dick!

Barty: Aw, please, stop, I get it, all right? You're proud of me.

Crouch Sr: You must really love cock.

Barty, raising his wand at him: I definitely love one!

Crouch Sr, slowly lowering his wand, turning to leave: Don't say I didn't warn you.

Barty: Good talk, pops.

[pxrty-crxsher]

Me and my friend wrote a short fic!

It’s rosekiller and they actually have a happy ending I promise. It’s explicit too, there are several triggering themes like displays of heavy depression, smut and minor character death

Color decay by pxrty_crxsher and Melancholy_Hill

Summary:

“You wanna turn a cat green?” Barty asked as he lounged on the bed.

Evan grinned and looked over, raising an eyebrow. “Sure, what’s the worst that could happen?”

Turns out, a lot can happen. When Barty leaves for break and comes back completely shattered, all Evan can do is try to piece him back together the best he can. But what feels like an easy fix turns out to be like putting pottery together with glitter glue; it’s messy and never quite fits right again.