having thoughts about barty crouch jr
like what do you mean he escaped from azkaban thanks to his mother who took his place??
just to be then imperio’d by his father???
he basically spent most of his life in prison. you know, metaphorically speaking… (screaming crying throwing myself against the wall)
also on the other note: the fact that barty and james both had an ivisibility cloak???
not to mention the fact that he was obviously very fucking smart??? (the whole gof being the evidence of that) of course he was a fucking ravenclaw, his brains mate, his fucking brains
always kinda cackling about the way he basically went: yeah i’d like for you to die but mate my boss wants to kill you himself so i refuse to let you die before that so yes i will help you to get through murdeous tournament at all fucking costs alright just take it ask no questions trust me dude i know what i am doing
and then screaming crying throwing up because he survived all his friends. all of them. regulus, evan, dorcas, pandora. (he lost pandora and dorcas first, when they went the different way, after losing reg there was no more hope for him, but losing his evan made him lose his mind, made him the mad man)
(barty finally understood why dorcas went mad, basically all achilles, after marlene died. he finally understood the pain dorcas felt, when evan died in his arms. and you know how it goes, going mad with pain. he finally understood why dorcas laughed, when she took down no small number of death eaters in her madness, before voldemort finally stopped her. he understood it, when he tortured alice and frank, ones of those responsible for evan’s death, and he laughed too, madly, finally tasting the sweetnest of revenge. and at those moments he allowed himself for a moment to miss his former friend, to mourn her. and he let himself taste the bitter memory of her, of them, of who they used to be, of who they never got to be. just for a moment. and it was dorcas who he thought of in his last moments, when he finally understood the relief, she must have felt, as she was finally going to join the love of her life and above. and he died with the same little content smile as he thought of the girl who was once his friend, who went mad over her lovers’ death, whose doom was so similar to his, yet not really. he thought of dorcas and marlene when he finally reunited with evan in the afterlife. and in the afterlife, finally free, finally happy, finally not in pain, he hoped that in their next life, the doom would be fate instead.)
alright this escalated quickly, that was not the plan but eh, anyway, i’ll leave it there.
so yeah. barty crouch jr. want him in my pocket. he’s my bbgirl an i’m starting to go absolutely feral over him. hopefully i’ll be able to stop that train before it crashes, and there will be no faith for me anymore. (hehe delulu is the solulu)(i’m a lost cause already, who am i kidding)
also absolutely convinced he and sirius talked shit in azkaban. they were absolutely the prison buddies.
anyway barty. crouch… junior. (fr mr igor karkaroff had no business to say his name like that in the bloody movie) my mad crazy felon. i love him your honor.
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yeah okay, so we read Harry Potter and were like "Remus, Sirius, Harry's parents and that lot sound like they had fun at Hogwarts, let's explore how Harry's parents got together and a possible relationship between Remus and Sirius" and somehow we ended up with "James is in fact not dating Lily, but Sirius' brother, also Lily is dating her friend Mary MacDonald, we also really care about those two characters we know nothing about except their name, Marlene and Dorcas and Barty Crouch Jr and Evan Rosier were dating, also Pandora, Luna's mom was a Lestrange and besties with Regulus and McGonagall and Pomfrey had a thing back in their days"
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she linked their fingers together, her lover’s hand cold in hers. she rubbed their kitten between her ears and smiled, kicking her feet in her lover’s lap. she woke her up each morning; she knew how she would never get out of bed, had she ever had the chance. she pressed a kiss to her temple every time before she left, a strange kind of good luck. they had gone from hateful glances from across the room to lips pressed together, from anger to passion. their love was fiery, and then, all brought back to — home.
and she rubbed soothing circles on marlene’s palm. she always lingered in bed, after she would wake her up; eventually, she would drag her with her, too, one more moment of quiet. she always made her coffee in the morning, their kitten rubbing at her feet, when she was still in the shower, and she always pressed a kiss to her hand. she did her lover’s nails and tucked her hair behind her ear, watching her cheeks slightly tint pink. their love was beyond words, but of a beauty that dorcas would never forget.
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ok the dorlene & rosekiller wftk spin-off one-shot i mentioned briefly is actually happening apparently??? this was not a conscious choice, idk how this happened. it was an accident. anyway this is a snippet bc i can't ever keep anything to myself:
So, here’s the thing:
Dorcas has fancied Marlene from afar for the past year. It started innocuously enough; the first time she noticed her eyes betraying her (by deciding to linger on Marlene for a bit longer than what one might consider excusable) was when she’d shown up to football practice with her blonde hair cut into a shaggy, faux mullet. It’s foolish or nonsensical (or probably both) for Dorcas to feel a fluttering in her gut—one that had grown unfamiliar due to its extended absence—all because of something as inconsequential and superficial as a haircut.
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