#barty - his family

[doomedtokill]

rosekiller strangers to lovers au where regulus drags barty to watch james play football and barty is never interested in the game but the pretty boy across the stand from him.

each home match barty goes to, the boy is always in the same seat across from him completely uninterested in the match, but every time he looks around he catches barty's eye. every week barty takes a seat closer and closer to him to eventually they are a row apart. barty ends up talking to him the whole match and instantly is obsessed with this strange guy called evan

[profoundmakerdreamerss-blog]

Tomarry AU where Tom HATES this book he read because his favourite character dies a miserable death. So what if his favorite character was a no-named side villain? Why does it matter that he only had like seven lines (seven is Tom's favourite number anyways)? He was still gorgeous, smart and strong and beautiful — and it doesn't matter that others think he isn't all that because they would never know him— understand him like TOM DOES.

An AU where Tom has a healthy obsession with a character named Harry Potter, a no named baron's son who was the first to go against the king (MC's father, and the mc who is incidentally known as Draco Malfoy, ahem anyways); he tries to “poison” him. But he gets caught or to be more precise he ends up sacrificing himself for the common girl Hermione Granger (the female lead, I'm sorry guys but imagine the fucking drama.) who gets blamed for his transgressions.

But that is not why Tom falls for this weak villain, no — it's because he respects how this no-named orphan became a baron on his own two feet without anyone being there for him especially in a world where old money and title is everything— and he hates how he had to give his life for the MC to notice the female lead? (Harry is better looking and smarter than her anyways — Tom, in an online forum perhaps.)

Anyways, now imagine Tom dying (he hated it so yes he ends up looking for immorality anyways.) and waking up in the world he hated. Now imagine, Tom Riddle, waking up in the body of a Duke who wasn't even given a name in the novel. (He would know because he has a photographic memory, ok? It's totally not because he read it more than 14 times) and then saying fuck it and owning it.

Just think, Tom taking over the world slowly with his worldly knowledge while trying to keep Harry alive because even though he was right about Harry being smart; the guy treats his life like Draco treats his money - you get the idea.

[deathnguts]

Peak Barty and the skittles characterization in au’s is having the rest of the skittles be cryptids or something adjacent and him being the disturbed teen average human that stumbled upon them and was quickly accepted as one of their own because if you really think about it that’s what happened at hogwarts too

[not-rab]

what if after you endure a large amount of cruciatus curses, your hair starts to lose its colour

that’s why even though pandora and evan are identical twins, pandora’s hair is dirty blonde, whereas evan’s is a platinum blond

[norry-yippee]

Dorcas was Regulus’ first black person btw

[foursaints]

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[the-emeralds-incorrect]

(no voldemort au)

when regulus became lord black Barty realized that a) he’s from a very prominent light family and b) he’s going to marry into the most renowned dark family AND ALSO BE LORD BLACK!! and ergo has double immunity. imagine how much shit he could go away with

[risetherivermoon]

barty is a mamas boy with major daddy issues *drops mic*

[katakosmos]

the crouch family

barty, emily, barty, winky, the grandparents

there was nothing bartemius crouch sr loved more than his job, except maybe for emily crouch. their son, barty, was third on the scale of importance. he was part of the family, that's true, but there was a reason he came after emily and his job: emily was his wife and the mother of his son, and his job was what allowed him to support her and the child. barty would never have been born if it hadn't been for these two. therefore, barty was third.

sometimes emily said, jokingly, that barty was married to his job, and that she only got in the way of their love story. other times though, she said the same thing, but angry. or crying. barty wanted to reassure her, but he could never find the words to tell her you are the most important thing to me.

he knew she was right, his job took up a lot of his time. it made him come home late, it forced him to lock himself in his office. it was a big effort, but necessary. and then, once he had shown everyone his commitment and his value, after having defeated voldemort and become minister, he would have had a lot of time to dedicate to his family. first work, then pleasure.

was that what ruined everything in the end? without realizing it, he had put work first. what would have happened if he had come home on time more often?

what would have changed?

emily crouch loved her son with all her heart... but, sometimes, she felt like she was betraying her husband's trust. he had been there before barty was born, she had loved him before their son. so, emily crouch loved her sweet barty with all her heart, but she loved her husband more.

when they met, they were young and immature. he talked to her about his dreams and goals, and she was enchanted by him. he seemed like a serious young man, with a life plan. someone who would give her certainties. it would have been nice if she could marry a boy like that.

on their wedding day he promised her love and respect. and he always kept his promises. it was important for him, who grew up with a violent father and a submissive mother. the horrible and strict grandparents that barty met only once when he was five, and never again. he told her that he didn't want to be like his father, and he didn't want her to have the same fate as his mother. he was always a great husband.

they argued sometimes, they didn't always share the same ideas. but they always found a way to fix everything, they loved each other. he had given her a purpose, emily was not good at anything, neither in magic nor in life. she would have had no future if it weren't for him. she only had eyes for her husband.

was that her mistake, maybe? she should have given barty more love. was she the cause of it all, all that went wrong?

if she had told barty how much she loved him, would anything have changed?

winky was devoted to the crouch family like no one else had ever been. she had deep respect for her masters, she venerated them, she served them with happiness. they were so kind to her, and she was just a house elf.

she served mr. crouch since he was a child, he was very dear to her. mrs. crouch was a wonderful woman. and when little master crouch joined the family, she was so happy: he was the kindest and most polite child she knew.

sometimes she had heard him say terrible things, terrible indeed, that she would never have dared to repeat. that's why she didn't tell her masters. she made a mistake and ruined everything, there was no other explanation. she was unable to protect the family, and when barty escaped from azkaban she did nothing to alleviate his condition. she should have talked to mr. crouch more, persuaded him to be more lenient. he was a man destroyed by grief, but he was forgetting his son again.

had master crouch felt lonely? had he felt unloved? but then, had he listened to her devoted and sincere words, whispered under the invisibility cloak, or had he simply ignored her all these years?

barty crouch jr hated his family. and it wasn't something he tried to hide, even if they didn't seem to understand it. bearing the name crouch was embarrassing and shameful. bearing the exact same name as his father was an insult. what was "family" to others was nothing more than an oppressive group of people to him. they accused him of destroying their lineage, but why would barty feel bad for doing so? why would he pity an absent father and a mother who only loved him when he was weak and alone?

he had to get rid of them to be completely free. and how ironic, after all, hadn't they all sacrificed themselves so that he would be? but freedom wasn't the air outside azkaban, nor his father and winky's desperate attempt to fix everything. freedom was power, control. and his "family" couldn't give him that. they couldn't give him anything... well, except anger and pain.

but, sadly, he already had those.

[morsmortish]

the thing about my barty is that he is objectively such a fucking loser. like, in modern aus, he plays dungeons and dragons. he collects yugioh cards. he goes to comic-cons. he corrects your grammar mid-sentence. he’s practically the epitome of the “loser” kid stereotype.

and yet…he makes it work. he’s so unashamedly lame that it’s almost endearing. he’s on the outskirts of those big popular groups, but not because they don’t like him, but more because everyone’s sort of at a loss at how the hell to interact with him.

he will happily talk about him and his hobbies to anyone, and no matter how ‘weird’ or unconventional they objectively are, he speaks so unabashedly and so animatedly that you can’t help but nod along. and then he skips off and you sit down and wonder how this fucker managed to make magic: the gathering sound cool.

[lycoryspreachin]

barty is a narcissist. is it surprising? prehaps not, but what it is is very telling of his behaviour and upbringing.

narcissistic personality disorder is of course a difficult thing to describe or analyse over such short and relatively lighthearted writing but i will attempt my best.

barty's character takes various forms of materialisation in my mind and subconscious, however, there are specific traits i never fail to assign him. he is insecure, with no sense of self, has dramatic delusions of grandiosity and out of all the people who viscerally hate him he does the most. if we consider this hypothesis, we are swiftly presented with the scaffolding of what we can imagine barty's childhood to have been. we can easily paint in our minds the crouch's family situation. in the center of the canvas is an unattentive man, careless for nothing but his own grand ambitions. on his right, is a sick but beautiful woman, who heart only beat for barty's own, whose life has been sold and whose future holds only despair. her present, however, lies between her frail and pale hands, her only son. around the gracious trio nothing but high grey walls with cloudy and mighty windows giving out on a large and empty, dull, green land. with no stable structure on which to climb, the lonely child grabs on the unsteady and burning one, his mother. I'm fairly certain barty hates her, so much that he can only ever love her. she the poison in his veins, threatening his life and she is the very organ keeping him alive. her death was the death of his soul, he was sure of it. it left him wondering whether climbing that shaky rock to avoid the flood was worth the fall once it yeld under the stream. it was a humiliation to be alive and he would do all he could to never feel shame ever again.

younger in order to not distress and unleash his mother’s distorted bursts of emotions, he learned to observe her every move, and then everyone every move, he grew paranoid, until he couldn’t trust anyone, until he couldn’t value people anymore, except for his harem of gods of course. he had a very simplistic view of people, you were either absolute scum or absolutely divine and his view of himself often fluctuated between the former and the latter. he lies, he deceives, and he wants, he wants to be seen and heard and considered. he preys on those around him, and he will catch them because he always succeeds in everything he does.

the way he grew up greatly shaped him, or rather, his identity was never shaped due to it. he doesn't exist, he isn't anything and i would go as far as saying he views himself as dead. he devotes his life to the worship of gods he sees around. the god of knowledge, of beauty, of evil and voldemort ( maybe he saw him as the manifestation of all of the deities he followed for so long ). he had gone mad, and maybe he allowed himself to go mad, to be liberated and exist, freely, shamelessly, boundlessly. he sacrificed a life for eternity, an entire existence for a unique remembrance.

and i think within the context of his life he is somewhat dearly and betwitchingly admirable

[quillkiller]

sorry to say but barty + the rosier twins are in love and i’ve thought about nothing else since yesterday

[andyxcds]

Evan being a complete asshole to everyone, just an intolerable guy altogether and Barty starts hanging out with Regulus and calling Evan out on his bullshit attitude towards Regulus and Pandora. Evan's being more of a nonchalant asshole and Barty needs him to be good for once and somehow he gets through.

I mean, Evan learns to sympathize with Barty, because what happy Minister's son gets into death eating without a little trauma? What can Barty do to change the perfect man's mind when the man treats everyone around him like a toy?

[faggylittleleatherboy]

Being haunted by jegulus and moonwater 😔😔

[elisedonut]

you know maybe there's some fun irony you can pull with Cedric/Percy where Cedric still dies

because if we are going a Cedric going behind Cho's back situation (or like if he was just never actually with her or a beard situation or just an outright au where it just didnt happen)

then you have Percy's first girlfriend almost dying

and then his boyfriend legit dying

and then if you choose to put him with another person who dies/has something bad happen to them (Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Stan, Anyone you just want to have die that we don't know the fate of )

(Or if you want to be really spicy Colin, where Colin and Dennis end up staying with Percy while they are on the run because of that fun Percy hiding people in his own flat concept that I really like and like Colin develops feelings from the close contact even though nothing really happens leading to an even more fucked situation where Percy's been keeping him at arms length for a lot of reasons but a small part of him hoping it will help keep him safe and that failing anyway)

we can give him a complex

[maladaptivedaydr3amer]

I wish people cared like the crouch family lore like they did with black family’s lore.