#barty croch jr.

[mlattegirl]

Sin

Rosekiller - Evan POV

Part 2 of Attention by the incredibly talented @lackadaisicallizard

“Surely you could get free drinks and fucked if you went to some other club?” Regulus mocked, sarcasm dripping from every word.

“Yeah, why do you keep going back if every time a guy shows interest in you he gets kicked out?” James asks from his spot by Regulus. Regulus, who had been to the club before looks to Evan, smirking.

“Clearly our little Reggie boy hasn’t filled you in on the sin incarnate that is the owner of the Snake Pit.”

Oh and what sin he was.

It was obscene, really, to look like that. The definition of tall, dark and handsome. The first thing Evan noticed were the tattoos. It was hard not too when every visible piece of tan skin was covered in black ink.  Most of them seemed well done, others were clearly the result of a drunken night out.  

Evan wanted to map all of them out, preferably with his mouth.

God, there was one in particular. A snake that wrapped around the base of his throat with its tail going down his sternum and its mouth by his left ear. Evan wanted nothing more than to trace the path of that tattoo with his tongue.  His dark hair was the kind of effortlessly messy that you could tell took a lot of time and product to get just right. Evan probably thought too much about running his hands through that hair, of seeing how truly messy he could make it.

He was taller than Evan, just barely, but enough that if they stood too close Evan would have to look up to look in his eyes. And his eyes. They were kind of dark brown that they looked black unless the light hit them right.  They were the eyes of someone who took what they wanted and didn’t give a damn about the consequences. Fuck if Evan didn’t want to be taken.

“Are we still calling him that? Sin?” Regulus said, pulling Evan from his reverie.

“Ev, you’ve been going there for months at this point, and you still haven’t gotten laid and you still don’t know his name, it’s time to move on,” Pandora said gently.

But he went back. Just like every other weekend he went back. And just like every other weekend it was the Same.

Fucking.

Thing.

Just like last weekend, Evan wore what Dorcas called a fuck me outfit.  And he danced, letting the music take over, losing himself to bass so loud it throbbed in his bones.  And, like clockwork some guy came over to him, standing a little too close.  Hands a little too low on his waist.  Evan indulged him, inclined his head just so. Leaned into him enough to make him think Evan was interested, lightly touch his chest, all the while making eye contact with him. Sin. And just like every other fucking weekend, Evan’s potential hookup was escorted from the club. Replaced, instead, with a smirk and a mojito.

By the fourth time this happened, Evan was fed up.  Normally, Evan doesn’t approach men. Because normally, Evan doesn’t need to approach men. Normally, all Evan had to do was acknowledge a man and that was enough to get him to come over.

But not this one.

Not Sin.

Maybe it was the three mojitos in the span of an hour. Maybe it was because Evan was so horny it was painful. Or maybe Evan just wanted to wipe that goddamned smirk off of his goddamn perfectly chiseled face.

“What the fuck is your problem.” Evan demanded; anger clear in his tone.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Sin drawled out, he sounded nonchalant, bored even.

“You don’t…you don’t know what I mean?!” Evan all but shrieked. “You can’t be fucking serious! You have kicked out every guy who shows even the most remote amount of interest in me but you don’t know what I mean?”  

“I kick people out of my club for many reasons,” Sin stated evenly, “it just so happens that you attract the ones who deserve to be kicked out.”

“I attract – I attract the ones who deserve to be kicked out?!” Now, Evan was shrieking. “That’s fucking hilarious. A comedian and a club owner, your mother must be so impressed.” Evan said bitterly.

“You know what I think it is?” Evan asked when he did not get a response.

“Do tell,” Sin responded, dragging his gaze lazily up and down Evan before stepping closer.

“I think you’re jealous, you’re jealous and you’re too much of a coward to do anything about it.” Evan said, smirking.

“Is that what you think?” Sin asked, stepping closer to Evan danger glinting in his eyes.

“Why else has it been months of you chasing off every man who comes near me without claiming me for yourself? I mean hell, I don’t even know your name. You’re scared, admit it.”

It was instantaneous, how Sin stepped even closer one hand with a bruising grip on his hip the other on his chin, holding his head in place.

“Claim you? I think you’re mistaken angioletto, I don’t need to claim you because you’re already mine.”

This is written for and dedicated to @lackadaisicallizard. Club owner Barty was originally inspired by @sebbianas. Special thanks to @kat-m-toast (and Liz) for encouraging me to write this.

[kaydincenerd]

Cannon regulus never had physical touch love growing up so his friends would do things like pandora holding his arm while walking dorcas hugging Reggie before a quidditch match Evan giving him high fives when they see each other in the great hall and Barty hugging his best friend whenever they part ways for a class

[caprisonnetrinker]

Every time i drink an enegry drink i feel like barty crouch jr

[alter-ego-xxx]

please may i have ANY REGULUS NSFW HEADCANONS it can be with any ship you want or anything else you want i just love him a lot

nsfw

I looooove me a bratty dom Reg... he loves getting James all whiny and worked up without permission to touch... but my dear Regulus is also nothing if not a pillow princess

He loves to just sit back and enjoy James' mouth on him while he does nothing but tug on his hair and praises the man between his legs. But it's enough to get James all putty in his hands. He just loves to please his pretty boy. I feel like Reg also owns these plush handcuffs... With James' hands out of his way, he can finish his missions without interruption.

And if you see the posh, nerdy boy with the ballet posture in the corridors, you'd never think he took both James Potter and Barty Croch Jr. at the same time.

[hpdrizzle]

DRIZZLE FIC: Don't believe that god is dead

Title: Don't believe that god is dead Author/Artist: @bluesundaycake Prompt: # 8 Pairing(s): None, gen Barty Crouch Jr Word Count/Art Medium: 2290 Rating: PG-13 Any content you should be warned for: Imprisonment, memory loss Summary: After his trial for torturing the Longbottoms, Barty Crouch Jr is shipped off to Azkaban. He can only count the passage of time by counting the storms.

(Don't believe that god is dead)  

[puste--blume]

A sympathetic villain ——> Lucifer

•Forced to hold the Mark of Cain that drove him crazy and made him into a monster.

•Absent father who threw him in a cage to suffer for all eternity due to his own shame

•All he wanted was an apology and after he got one he helped

•Was abandoned yet again by his father and had a break down.

•Admits he is evil and doesn’t pretend to be otherwise.

An Asshole Fuckboy ——> Snape

•Abusive parents who most likely moulded a lot of his reactions

•Joined a racist cult of his own volition??

•Creepily crushes on his best friend until she does something he doesn’t like and then calls her a racial slur.

•Is the direct reason why said friend and her husband are dead, orphaning their child.

•Abuses said child because he looks like one of his high school bullies uwu

•Abuses other children just because he can

•Still won’t acknowledge that he’s a bad guy…..?????

THEY BOTH SUCK AND ARE HORRIBLE PEOPLE, BUT ONE IS SYMPATHETIC AND ONE JUST NEEDS TO GET OVER HIMSELF!

GUESS WHICH ONE?!

HINT: ITS NOT SATAN LUCIFER HIMSELF

[alter-ego-xxx]

evan is literally the nonchalant dreadhead

he is he is. And he's so hot while just existing. If you don't believe me, ask Barty Croch Jr.

[hpdrizzle]

DRIZZLE FIC: The Great King Rat

Title: The Great King Rat Author/Artist: @stormtrooper-in-converse Prompt: # 12 Pairing(s): Barty Crouch Jr. Word Count/Art Medium: 1020 Rating: Gen Summary: Barty Crouch Jr. is determined to solve the origins of the mysterious fog.