#barty x sirius

[siriusblackdevotee]

what about endgame bitchkiller except it's not really a happy ending because they go on a downward self destructive spiral? Like Sirius never gets better, never gets his senses back, never gets back together with Remus, so all he has is Barty and Barty literally never even wanted to get healthy. I do see Sirius clinging to him because he really has no other option but how would it end with Barty? Barty wins because he gets to have Sirius fully, it's set in stone....but what after that? Is he satisfied with this outcome? Is he happy?

Maybe they'll be happy in their little world of self loathing???

[decaffeinatedpaperobject]

i say jegulus-wolfstar to moonwater-prongsfoot, and now i raise you bartylus-wolfstar to moonwater-bitchkiller

[webbluvrsugar]

losing your virginity to Barty Crouch Jr. (or..more of this au.)

- click that link for what happens afterwards!

cw: virgin reader, sort of manipulative Barty, female reader, no use of y/n.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” That’s what he whispered in your ear as he prepped you for it.

Again, Barty shouldn’t be doing this to you, it’s cruel. His initial plan was to get information from you not to kiss you, pretend he loves you, not to get you under his bed and actually fuck you, much worse, be your first when he’s not even a hundred percent sure that he loves you.

But he guesses one thing just led to another, you two started kissing and unfortunately, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself, like always, he ended up fucking himself up because he was thinking too much with his dick instead of actually using his brain.

Now, he’s slowly drilling into you, listening carefully to the sounds you make while the pain subdues and you start leaning to embrace the pleasure — the pleasure he’s providing you.

“Barty,” you moan, hide your face in his chest in shame, he doesn’t let you do that for much longer though, he’s already bringing a hand to tilt your head back to him.

“I know, I know, it hurts,” he coos, leans down to press a soft kiss into your jaw. “But it feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Mh — Mhmm.” You closed your eyes, take in a sharp breath and tighten the grip your legs provide against his waist.

“That’s what I wanna hear.” He whispers under his breath. “Let’s see if you like it like this,” he starts fucking you faster, a loud moan escapes you as you toss your head back into his pillow, one of your hands gripping onto the warmth of his skin, your nails leaving a mark.

“Yes — like that!” You gasp, a strain of moans start escaping your lips with every thrust he gives right against that spot that makes your toes curl.

“Yeah? Like that?” He chuckles, gently feeds you his dick right in that pace that you seem to like.

“Don’t worry, babe, I’ll give you more of that.”

[del-stars]

thinking about post-prank bitchkiller again ugh. thinking about how barty would see it before sirius does: that this is just a phase for him, something he's going through - that once sirius' friends accept him back, he isn't going to talk to barty anymore, he isn't going to want to fuck in empty classrooms where they could get caught anymore, he isn't going to want to fly drunk on his broom or experiment with potions to see how fucked up they can get anymore. sirius' increasingly violent self-destructiveness is the product of a temporary circumstance, nothing more. but this is barty's life, this is the way he's always been, and he has been tricked into thinking he found someone who understood it. that is humiliating. he can see this even when sirius can't, and so he begins to resent sirius, all while clinging more and more desperately onto him because he knows it's fleeting. it's going to end - sirius is going to go back to a more normal and much healthier version of himself, and barty is going to be stuck like this, forever. the only thing he can do is try to yank sirius so far down that he doesn't remember how to climb back up.

[c4mrynp]

I've come to the conclusion that no matter what ship (as long as its gay) Sirius likes his men tall.

[aidens-ocean-galaxy]

Marauders incorrect quotes

Barty: you know, I blame james for all this

Barty: and sirius too. I blame him

Sirius: what did I do?

Barty: I’m sure you did something

[le-suspect]

barty is thrown into the cell next to sirius'. they both hate this and appreciate the irony of finding themselves ending up in the same place as the person they despised for years. they spend the first week arguing and insulting and screaming at each other.

and then one particular bad night barty wakes up from a nightmare and found sirius talking to the regulus star. next things you know they're sharing stories about regulus, sirius from when they were children, and barty from when they were teenage boys at hogwarts.

they end up bonding over the person they both love and their grief. they both appreciate the irony in their only source of comfort being the person they despised for years.

[tiredofthehumanlife]

I NEED someone to write barty with a split tongue

for kinktober for fun for fluff with regulus with Evan with reader with Treasure with Lily with Remus with James with Sirius With Bella

I don’t care but I need it right now or I’ll die

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

barty crouch jr you nasty bitch you wanted to fuck both black brothers at the same time whore !!!!!!!!!!!!

[lady-stardust-sirius]

Loving my jewellery I may or may not have stolen barty’s shirt

[ramblingsfromthytruly]

hear me out:

if it's barty x evan or barty x regulus then barty's in ravenclaw (canon)

if it's barty x sirius then barty's in slytherin

[webbluvrsugar]

Getting tricked by Barty Crouch Jr.

Barty didn’t want to do this to you, the sweet, hufflepuff girl that stayed late hours in the library, studying and reading whatever book you could find, the girl that sometimes skips lunch to help Hagrid and his multiple variations of animals. Really, he didn’t, but he had to, Voldemort was asking for information that his father in the ministry wouldn’t provide to him, and you were the perfect opportunity, your parents also worked for the ministry, surely they knew things he could use, surely it wouldn’t be so hard to exploit them out of you by pressing the right buttons.

So he did exactly that, followed you around the castle and helped you out with your books, listened to whatever you wanted to talk about to form some kind of connection with you and it worked out smoothly, it didn’t take long to make you swoon, a few hair twirls and cheek rubs and you went from complete strangers to kissing on each other’s dorms after curfew, to having you on his bed, to him taking your virginity and making it good for you. He hadn’t meant to go this far, but now with your naked body over his as he caresses your hair, his other hand carrying his cigarette in two fingers, he’s pensive about everything he’s done, because sure, he’s already got what he wanted from you, Voldemort has what he wants but he just can’t let you go.

“Really, that’s what they said?” He mumbles, as if he’s paying attention to anything you’re saying.

“Mhm.. they’re asses.” You whisper back, head slightly buried on his chest as he keeps the same mind-numbing motion on your hair. You stay silent for a while, he can tell you’re thinking, one eyebrow raising, encouraging you to speak. “So,” you look up to him, a soft, blissful sigh escaping you. “Are we… dating now?”

Right, that question, the one he’s been trying to avoid the last few weeks, he’s even surprised you’ve only asked now, but it’s fitting, he just took your virginity, made you attached to him forever, made himself a permanent memory in your head, he doesn’t blame you for asking, he just doesn’t know what to say.

“Hm..” he hums, eyes going up to the ceiling, it’s not that he doesn’t like you, it’s just that he never considered a relationship, you don’t know he’s a death eater and he’s not the type of guy you could present to your parents, but he likes the way you speak, the way you act and feel, it brings moments of peace to his restless mind.

“Yes, we are.” He looks back down at you, a small smile peering at his lips as he sees the way you light up, as if he just made your whole world in that exact same moment and he’s almost proud of himself, he doesn’t know how long this will last, but he’ll make sure to keep you happy and clueless while it does. “Feels right, doesn’t it?” He smirks.

“Yes… it does.” You chuckle, looking back down to his chest.

“Good.” He nods, one hand going down to deliver a smack to your ass. “Wouldn’t lose a body like that.”

“Hey!” You try to correct him, he only huffs out a low laugh.

“What? I’m only telling the truth.” His thumb goes down to caress your cheek, taking a long draw of the cigarette before blowing the smoke in the air, the faint scent of tobacco lingering.

He’s never seen himself this soft.

At the end of the day, he doesn’t know who’s tricking who.

[del-stars]

the chaotic and horrifying impact of barty and sirius sharing a closet

[trohpi]

the loml killerqueen

[aidens-ocean-galaxy]

What in the BitchKiller?

[just-marauders-fics-i-think]

Barty x Sirius

(enemies - pining + spin the bottle)

Sirius Black and Barty Crouch despised each other. They really did.

Whenever they saw each other, their hairs rose on their arms.

Whenever they heard the other’s voice, their head shot up.

Whenever they were near each other, they just knew.

They would argue, and fight, and insult each other, and talk shit about each other. They truly hated each other.

So when Sirius caught a glimpse of Barty laughing with Regulus, an arm around the smaller boy’s shoulders, eyes glistening with mischief, it was only normal that he saw red.

Regulus was his brother. And Barty was his sworn enemy. Everyone knew that.

It was only normal that the thought of them being together kept him up at night

It was only normal that his fists clenched at the thought of Barty’s lips on his brother’s. On another’s.

It was only normal that he kept wondering about what else those rough and scarred hands could do, other than punch.

He wanted to destroy Barty, in a very unhealthy way.

Sirius hated that mouth, so pretty, so ugly, so ready to say the most offensive things known to man. He hated those tattoos, which covered Barty’s body (did they? He’d never seen all of them…). He hated those rings on his fingers, which made him think things which he wished he hadn’t ever considered. He hated Barty. He really did.

They were rivals. Enemies.

So when, at a party, playing the classical game of spin the bottle, his stopped on a boy with dyed green hair, chestnut eyes, covered in tattoos, he felt his insides twist.

Barty.

it had landed on Barty.

“Get over here, Crouch.” He said, doing his best to keep his nervousness out of his voice. He was Sirius Black. Sirius Black wasn’t nervous. Sirius Black was bold, mischievous, unruly and a rebel. And definitely not nervous about a simple kiss.

“Nah. Come in- whoops, to me. Come to me, Black.”

Fuck. His cheeks were heating up. Why was Barty teasing him like that? Was it because he was drunk? But Sirius hadn’t seen him touch a bottle all night. Not that he’d been watching.

“Alright.” He got up, and walked over to Barty, who was sitting on a chair, legs spread, an eternal smirk on his face.

Slowly, taking all the time in the world, Sirius sat down on Barty’s laps, straddling him, reveling in the boy’s flush.

This close, he could nearly count Barty’s lashes. They were long. Very long. He had the smallest of birthmarks right above his left eye, and it was all Sirius could do to not lick it. Barty’s breath was hitched, and Merlin it was satisfying to know that he had that kind of effect on Barty Crouch Junior.

“Fuck you.” He murmured in the boy’s ear, before kissing him.

It was all biting, and fighting, but it was also right, and oddly harmonious, as they seemed to perfectly match each other.

“Yes please.” Barty answered.

Fuck. He needed him. Carnally. In ways concerning to both of their physical and mental well-beings.

“Mind taking this somewhere else?”

Barty smiled, nodded, and they got up.

“We’ll be back. Or not. Probably not.”

Sirius Black and Barty Crouch despised each other. And they loved each other, in an eternal cycle of desire and hatred.