My Fractured Obsession

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
M/M
G
My Fractured Obsession
Summary
"I need you, but i don't want you. I love you, but i don't like you. I crave you, but i don't miss you, and i don't care about you, i'm addicted to you."or ;;James Potter was probably the most judgemental person ever, he could just look at someone and decide to hate them for the rest of his life.And that was exactly what had happened with Barty Crouch Junior, he was probably the most unlikable person James had ever met.He hated him, he despised him, he wanted to beat him up and he wanted to kill him.But sometimes he liked him, adored him, wanted to kiss him, wanted to be his.He wanted him, he needed him, he craved him.Barty Crouch Junior was his fractured obsession.
Note
Hi so this is gonna be a really angsty fic and also the relationship between James and Barty is really complicated, it's like a really slow burn enemies to lovers but they're literally just so stupid that they think its casual thing to spend your nights with your enemy, to be obsessed with each other, to fall asleep on each others shoulders and to have your enemy's arms wrapped around you, so its basically just fluff but at the same time they talk about murdering each other🤗and it will take so much time before they even realise that they don't hate each other anymore and even longer for them to realise they want to get romantically involved with each other. 😭that's literally how i hc them, like they're the types of persons that would get married and still thinking they're just friends 💀but anyway this is gonna be really angsty and it has mentions of sh so yeah.and also James's backstory is really angsty and he has a bad drug addiction so that can be really triggering.i'm obsessed with sunkiller rn.and the next chapter is gonna be like a real chapter this is just the 'prologue' or idk what to call it

Letters

ᴅᴇᴀʀ ʙᴀʀᴛᴇᴍɪᴜs

ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴘᴏᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴛᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴄʟᴀssᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘɪɴᴋ ʜᴀɪʀ sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀsᴛʀᴏɴᴏᴍʏ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʏᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴀɪʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs.

ᴀɴᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ sʟᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ʟɪᴋᴇs ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘsʏᴄʜᴏᴘᴀᴛʜɪᴄ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ.

ғᴜᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

ғʀᴏᴍ, ᴊ.ғ.ᴘ, ᴀᴋᴀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ.

 

ᴅᴇᴀʀ ᴊᴀᴍᴇs,

ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀsᴛʀᴏɴᴏᴍʏ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴅᴏ ɪs ᴘᴜsʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏғғ ᴏғ ɪᴛ.

ɢᴇᴛ ғᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ.

ғʀᴏᴍ, ʙᴀʀᴛʏ.