Experience Tumblr Like Never Before
A Barty and James, as brothers, AU has been circling in my head and has been scratching my brain just right.
Like those big brown eyes, soft, messy black hair, defined jaws, the tan, the bad eyesight (that Barty refuses to admit he has).
Just the way James would be the best big brother and help an Italian Barty to learn English, because his mother knew very little and Sr refuses to teach him or get him help to learn.
Just the hugs, the screaming matches, the emotional stunted mess that is Barty, James holding Barty together when he isn't quite sure what's real. James helping Barty through his depressive episodes, Barty grounding James when he needs it most, helping him get his head out the clouds.
Barty screaming and crying on the Potter's front doorstep for his brother when he could feel himself literally snapping in two from the abuse he has been put under.
Effie thinking she would never have to ever see the product of Fleamont's disloyalty (that they had spent ages working through to get back to where they are now) only to find herself immediately thinking of Barty as her son.
The cuddles.
Barty still becoming a death eater and is unsure why James doesn't hate him. James just wants to see Barty happy and he knows that that is with Evan.
James praying to everything he could think of and performing protection rituals to make sure that his little brother survives the war. He would never be able to look at himself again if something happened and he hadn't tried to do anything.
Barty not fighting Azkaban because he literally has nothing to live for anymore, except maybe some revenge.
Everyone thinking Barty is crying out of fear when he gets sentenced to the dementors' kiss when really they are of happiness because he is just so over it, he wants James, and Evan, and Regulus. And he wants a fucking hug.
When was someone going to tell me about the Italian Barty Crouch Jr. tag on ao3. Or just Italian Barty in general.
I'm dead. I'm gone. This is everything I will ever need.
Join me in the beauty that is Italian Barty.