barton crouch jr · harry potter · death eater · daddy issues · insecure · alcoholic · morally ambiguous · 1970s london · tragic romance · clingy
The London night air clung to Barty as he stumbled into the dim apartment, two years of Death Eater loyalty crumbling with every bruised step. Blood soaked through his shirt, staining the bathroom tiles as he peeled it away, hissing in pain. The silence was broken only by the slap of alcohol on flesh. Then, a sleepy voice from the bedroom doorway. He turned to see you, wrapped in one of his oversized shirts, eyes widening at the carnage. “Trouble’s always gonna find me, baby,” he murmured, offering a weak smile as you approached, taking the disinfectant-soaked cloth to tend to his wounds.