Fic: Danger On The Wind (R) Slash (Barty Crouch Junior)
Title: Danger on the Wind
Character: Barty Crouch Junior
Prompt: did you see what I did?
Rating: R (just to be on the safe side)
Pairing: Barty/Unamed male
Word Count: 1220
Summary: Barty attends his first Death Eaters' meeting after he has been resoulled.
Author's Notes: I’ve never written anything this dark before so I hope it’s alright. Warning: Features slight torture with cutting!
Spoilers: Set in Harry’s seventh year.
Now on with the story...
Barty strolled to the Death Eater camp, clad in his trademark black leather outfit and sighed in pleasure. “I’m finally back,” he said, with a manic grin. “I’m not going to let a little soul spoil my fun,” he added, smirking at Bellatrix Lestrange as she walked up beside him.
“Barty! So good to see you back on your feet. So how did you manage to get your soul back?” Bellatrix asked, eying up the handsome young male in front of her. She lay an arm on his. “Barty, there’s been talk. I’ve not been talking but people have been talking, questioning your loyalty to the Death Eaters. Some of the others think you've gone soft since you got your soul back.”
Barty clenched his fist in rage and he just ached to hit her around the face for daring to suggest such a thing. He opened his mouth to retort but shut it again as they came upon Lord Voldemort. “My Lord,” Barty said, kneeling at Voldemort’s feet and gently kissed his robes. “It is good to have you back.”
Voldemort reached down and stroked the side of Barty’s face. “Barty, my most faithful servant. It is so good to have you back amongst us.” He pointed at something behind him. “As a reward for bringing me back to life those few years ago, I have a present for you.” Without turning away from Barty, Voldemort snapped, “Well, bring Barty’s present!”
Two masked Death Eaters jumped to attention and half-dragged a barely conscious naked man, with his hands tied behind his back, forward and dropped him at Voldemort’s feet, causing the bound man to fall face first on the ground, next to Barty. Voldemort looked down at the bundle at his feet and then at Barty, who was also looking at the man in astonishment. “What’s the matter, Barty? Don’t you like your present?”
Barty nodded. “Yes, master, I like it very much, thank you.” He looked up from his position at Voldemort’s feet.
Voldemort beckoned for Barty to stand up. “Now Barty, he is to be your own personal plaything. You can do anything to him.” He walked over to a elaborately decorated throne and sat down, obviously waiting for something.
Barty smirked, kneeled down and rolled the man over onto his back and held back a gasp. The man’s upper part of his face was covered with a blood red mask. The man’s brown eyes widened in recognition. The man’s mouth moved and he whispered in a raspy voice. “You don’t need to do this.”
Barty glared at the man. “Don’t presume to tell me what to do.”
“You’re not like them, I can..,” the man’s whispered protest was cut off by Barty pressing his lips to his in a lip bruising kiss. Barty ran his fingers through the man’s hair and pulled him up slightly, closer to him. Barty trailed his tongue over the man’s lips before biting down hard on the man’s lower lip forcing the man to open his mouth. The man gasped and opened his mouth but bit down when Barty stuck his tongue in his mouth.
Barty pulled back abruptly and backhanded the man around the face, snapping his head back. “Bitch! Don’t ever bite me again,” Barty snarled, adding another hit for good measure. The man’s eyes narrowed in contempt as he brought his head forward again but he remained quiet. Barty smirked again. “That’s better.” He reached out and gently stroked the man’s cheek with one hand. “My little plaything is beginning to learn his place,” he commented loudly amid cheers from the other Death Eaters. “However, I still think he needs a bit more training before he can rightly be called my pet.” He looked at Lucius and held out his hand. “Got anything sharp?” Barty asked. “I want to show my pet the meaning of pain.”
“What are you? A muggle? Use your wand!” Lucious retorted.
“That’s a bit passé, don’t you think?” Barty said. “I mean, the same old curse… It gets a little tired after a while. We need imagination.” he looked at Voldemort, as if for approval.
Voldemort nodded, wearing a twisted smile on his face. “He is your pet after all. Lucius, give him something sharp!”
Lucius glared at a slightly smirking Barty but handed over, what looked to be, a sacrificial dagger. The dagger was ornately decorated on the handle, which looked to be a pale gold metal with a serrated blade, which looked like it’d cause more damage when pulled out.
Barty took the dagger and stabbed it through the man’s hand, causing the man to bite his lip but refusing to cry out. “Hmm, you seem to be either a very brave man or an extremely stupid one.” Barty commented, dragging the dagger over the man’s wrists and causing a river of blood to well up and pour down on the hard ground. Still the man remained quiet but his eyes showed exactly how much pain he was in. Barty pulled the dagger out roughly, ignoring the man’s sharp intake of breath, grabbed the man’s hand and pressed down hard on it, causing the man to gasp. “You’re not a muggle,” Barty pointed out. “What are you? Who are you?”
The man remained quiet, flinching slightly when Barty scraped the dagger across his chest, carving out a symbol of some kind. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you,” Barty stated, smiling cruelly. “I’m just going to have some fun with you.”
“Barty, you don’t have to do this,” the man pleaded. “I can help you. You’re better than this.”
“Maybe I don’t want to be better than this,” Barty said, with a cruel smile as his tongue flicked over his lips. “Maybe I enjoy doing this sort of thing. Maybe I was born for this AND you or anyone else can’t stop me,” he punctuated his last words with a dagger in the man’s side. The blow was aimed to incapacitate but not kill. Bright red blood bubbled from the wound and flowed down on the ground, staining it bright red.
He let the dagger flow over the front of the man’s naked body, carving out some pattern on the man’s pale skin, like a twisted tattoo. Barty cruelly flipped the man over, not caring when the man moaned in pain as the rough ground scratched at his wounds, and carved another pattern on the man’s back and legs until the man was a mess of cuts and blood over his body.
Barty stepped back and admired his handiwork. “I do good work,” he stated, ignoring the man’s glare, directed at him. “Now, I don’t want you to heal those cuts so there is no scarring. I want you to remember this.” he said, pulling out his wand and muttering a spell, stopping the flow of blood. “Now, you can’t heal them without having scars.” He smirked at the man. “Until next time,” he said with a sneer. He bent down to the man’s mask clad face. “Next time, I’ll teach my little pet to obey me.” He reached out to stroke the man’s cheek. “Now, who are you?” he asked as he pulled the mask from the other man’s face. His eyes widened in shock. “Impossible.”
The End.
(OK, this was probably very lame but it's what popped into my head... Tell me what you think!)
Character: Barty Crouch Junior
Prompt: did you see what I did?
Rating: R (just to be on the safe side)
Pairing: Barty/Unamed male
Word Count: 1220
Summary: Barty attends his first Death Eaters' meeting after he has been resoulled.
Author's Notes: I’ve never written anything this dark before so I hope it’s alright. Warning: Features slight torture with cutting!
Spoilers: Set in Harry’s seventh year.
Now on with the story...
Barty strolled to the Death Eater camp, clad in his trademark black leather outfit and sighed in pleasure. “I’m finally back,” he said, with a manic grin. “I’m not going to let a little soul spoil my fun,” he added, smirking at Bellatrix Lestrange as she walked up beside him.
“Barty! So good to see you back on your feet. So how did you manage to get your soul back?” Bellatrix asked, eying up the handsome young male in front of her. She lay an arm on his. “Barty, there’s been talk. I’ve not been talking but people have been talking, questioning your loyalty to the Death Eaters. Some of the others think you've gone soft since you got your soul back.”
Barty clenched his fist in rage and he just ached to hit her around the face for daring to suggest such a thing. He opened his mouth to retort but shut it again as they came upon Lord Voldemort. “My Lord,” Barty said, kneeling at Voldemort’s feet and gently kissed his robes. “It is good to have you back.”
Voldemort reached down and stroked the side of Barty’s face. “Barty, my most faithful servant. It is so good to have you back amongst us.” He pointed at something behind him. “As a reward for bringing me back to life those few years ago, I have a present for you.” Without turning away from Barty, Voldemort snapped, “Well, bring Barty’s present!”
Two masked Death Eaters jumped to attention and half-dragged a barely conscious naked man, with his hands tied behind his back, forward and dropped him at Voldemort’s feet, causing the bound man to fall face first on the ground, next to Barty. Voldemort looked down at the bundle at his feet and then at Barty, who was also looking at the man in astonishment. “What’s the matter, Barty? Don’t you like your present?”
Barty nodded. “Yes, master, I like it very much, thank you.” He looked up from his position at Voldemort’s feet.
Voldemort beckoned for Barty to stand up. “Now Barty, he is to be your own personal plaything. You can do anything to him.” He walked over to a elaborately decorated throne and sat down, obviously waiting for something.
Barty smirked, kneeled down and rolled the man over onto his back and held back a gasp. The man’s upper part of his face was covered with a blood red mask. The man’s brown eyes widened in recognition. The man’s mouth moved and he whispered in a raspy voice. “You don’t need to do this.”
Barty glared at the man. “Don’t presume to tell me what to do.”
“You’re not like them, I can..,” the man’s whispered protest was cut off by Barty pressing his lips to his in a lip bruising kiss. Barty ran his fingers through the man’s hair and pulled him up slightly, closer to him. Barty trailed his tongue over the man’s lips before biting down hard on the man’s lower lip forcing the man to open his mouth. The man gasped and opened his mouth but bit down when Barty stuck his tongue in his mouth.
Barty pulled back abruptly and backhanded the man around the face, snapping his head back. “Bitch! Don’t ever bite me again,” Barty snarled, adding another hit for good measure. The man’s eyes narrowed in contempt as he brought his head forward again but he remained quiet. Barty smirked again. “That’s better.” He reached out and gently stroked the man’s cheek with one hand. “My little plaything is beginning to learn his place,” he commented loudly amid cheers from the other Death Eaters. “However, I still think he needs a bit more training before he can rightly be called my pet.” He looked at Lucius and held out his hand. “Got anything sharp?” Barty asked. “I want to show my pet the meaning of pain.”
“What are you? A muggle? Use your wand!” Lucious retorted.
“That’s a bit passé, don’t you think?” Barty said. “I mean, the same old curse… It gets a little tired after a while. We need imagination.” he looked at Voldemort, as if for approval.
Voldemort nodded, wearing a twisted smile on his face. “He is your pet after all. Lucius, give him something sharp!”
Lucius glared at a slightly smirking Barty but handed over, what looked to be, a sacrificial dagger. The dagger was ornately decorated on the handle, which looked to be a pale gold metal with a serrated blade, which looked like it’d cause more damage when pulled out.
Barty took the dagger and stabbed it through the man’s hand, causing the man to bite his lip but refusing to cry out. “Hmm, you seem to be either a very brave man or an extremely stupid one.” Barty commented, dragging the dagger over the man’s wrists and causing a river of blood to well up and pour down on the hard ground. Still the man remained quiet but his eyes showed exactly how much pain he was in. Barty pulled the dagger out roughly, ignoring the man’s sharp intake of breath, grabbed the man’s hand and pressed down hard on it, causing the man to gasp. “You’re not a muggle,” Barty pointed out. “What are you? Who are you?”
The man remained quiet, flinching slightly when Barty scraped the dagger across his chest, carving out a symbol of some kind. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you,” Barty stated, smiling cruelly. “I’m just going to have some fun with you.”
“Barty, you don’t have to do this,” the man pleaded. “I can help you. You’re better than this.”
“Maybe I don’t want to be better than this,” Barty said, with a cruel smile as his tongue flicked over his lips. “Maybe I enjoy doing this sort of thing. Maybe I was born for this AND you or anyone else can’t stop me,” he punctuated his last words with a dagger in the man’s side. The blow was aimed to incapacitate but not kill. Bright red blood bubbled from the wound and flowed down on the ground, staining it bright red.
He let the dagger flow over the front of the man’s naked body, carving out some pattern on the man’s pale skin, like a twisted tattoo. Barty cruelly flipped the man over, not caring when the man moaned in pain as the rough ground scratched at his wounds, and carved another pattern on the man’s back and legs until the man was a mess of cuts and blood over his body.
Barty stepped back and admired his handiwork. “I do good work,” he stated, ignoring the man’s glare, directed at him. “Now, I don’t want you to heal those cuts so there is no scarring. I want you to remember this.” he said, pulling out his wand and muttering a spell, stopping the flow of blood. “Now, you can’t heal them without having scars.” He smirked at the man. “Until next time,” he said with a sneer. He bent down to the man’s mask clad face. “Next time, I’ll teach my little pet to obey me.” He reached out to stroke the man’s cheek. “Now, who are you?” he asked as he pulled the mask from the other man’s face. His eyes widened in shock. “Impossible.”
The End.
(OK, this was probably very lame but it's what popped into my head... Tell me what you think!)