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Extraordinary Lengths by madeyemax (NC-17)
Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Pairing: Percy/Barty Crouch Jr.
Length: 46,970
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: bloodywellwrite
Why this must be read:
Because it's fascinating to watch as Percy Weasley gets in way over his head in this slightly twisted tale; everyone from Mr. Crouch to Arthur, and even Winky, are so well written, you can tell that this is an author who knows their characters. And as Barty's functioning insanity and Percy's Gryffindorish arrogance come to a collision point, the end result will leave readers wanting more.
The softest sound, as of a bare foot scraping lightly against the kitchen floor, made Percy stop in the kitchen's doorway. He slowly turned his head and peered at the darkness behind him. He wanted to call out for Winky, make sure it was only her, but he couldn't make himself speak.
The soft scraping sounded again and again. This time Percy could see the dark outline of a man moving in his periphery. Barty was approaching.
"Are you lost?" asked a soft, mocking rasp of a voice.
Percy turned back toward the darkness and peered in at the human-shaped shadow. "I'm sorry?"
The shadow kept coming closer. "I said are you lost?"
"No, of course not."
"Must be. Don't see my father anywhere about. Isn't that what you do? Trot around after him like a lovesick puppy?"
Percy's mouth moved, but he said nothing. He found himself instinctively backing away as Barty drew nearer. Soon Barty had walked into the cast-off torchlight and Percy could see his pale face with its narrow, empty-looking cheeks and haunted eyes, and his blond mop of hair which stuck up at odd angles.
"Doesn't your own father pay you any attention?" Barty cooed tauntingly at him, still advancing. "Is that what your deal is? Your own father a disappointment? Gotta come and try to take mine? Well, you could do a right sight better than Father Crouch, I can tell you that. Oh, wait..." A sinister smile spread across Barty's face, which loomed closer and closer until he'd backed Percy right up against a wall. "It's not just you, is it? It's him too. My father wants you around. The Substitute Son, that's what you are."
Percy's eyes scanned Barty's face, darting from the dark circles that framed his sardonic gaze to the little freckles that dotted his nose and cheeks. He was a little shorter than Percy, and slender, though not as slender as Percy. Physically, he was nothing to be scared of. Percy trembled up against the wall all the same.
"I'm just the assistant," Percy managed to whisper as Barty drew even closer until they were nose to nose. Barty examined him as though he was an interesting bug. Percy pressed back against the wall as snugly as he could and turned his face away.
"Oh, no, no, no," murmured Barty, his hot breath wafting over Percy's neck. "No, you're much more than that. Perfect, clean and unspoiled. You're shiny and new, aren't ya? A blank slate. Eager to learn. Eager to follow. Not like me. I was never like him enough." Barty let out a low chuckle that made Percy's skin crawl. "Thank fuck for that, I say."
"I-I thought you were supposed to b-be Imperiused," Percy stammered.
"Was. Am sometimes. But no spell can hold me for long these days... My, my, look at you tremble."
Percy had turned his face away as much as he could, but he didn't have to see Barty's face to know that Barty was smiling; he could hear it in the man's voice and he was now practically vibrating with excitement, as though Percy was a particularly wonderful discovery.
"You are a pretty, young thing," Barty said, and Percy's skin crawled even more as Barty moved in closer. He pressed his nose and mouth right up against Percy's cheek and he whispered, "I can make you tremble even more than this, Pretty Thing. I can make you squirm and moan my name."
Percy shut his eyes. He should call for help or run away or something, but he was glued to the spot, too terrified to move or make a noise louder than a whisper. He flinched as Barty's mouth pressed into his skin. He whimpered as the entire length of Barty's body pushed against him, pinning him to the wall, pushing parts of Barty against him that Percy didn't want to think about.
"You even smell like the perfect son," Barty hissed against Percy's neck. "Like books and ink and fresh linens." He nudged his crotch more firmly against Percy's thigh. "I'd like to dirty you up a bit, I think."
Extraordinary Lengths
Pairing: Percy/Barty Crouch Jr.
Length: 46,970
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: bloodywellwrite
Why this must be read:
Because it's fascinating to watch as Percy Weasley gets in way over his head in this slightly twisted tale; everyone from Mr. Crouch to Arthur, and even Winky, are so well written, you can tell that this is an author who knows their characters. And as Barty's functioning insanity and Percy's Gryffindorish arrogance come to a collision point, the end result will leave readers wanting more.
The softest sound, as of a bare foot scraping lightly against the kitchen floor, made Percy stop in the kitchen's doorway. He slowly turned his head and peered at the darkness behind him. He wanted to call out for Winky, make sure it was only her, but he couldn't make himself speak.
The soft scraping sounded again and again. This time Percy could see the dark outline of a man moving in his periphery. Barty was approaching.
"Are you lost?" asked a soft, mocking rasp of a voice.
Percy turned back toward the darkness and peered in at the human-shaped shadow. "I'm sorry?"
The shadow kept coming closer. "I said are you lost?"
"No, of course not."
"Must be. Don't see my father anywhere about. Isn't that what you do? Trot around after him like a lovesick puppy?"
Percy's mouth moved, but he said nothing. He found himself instinctively backing away as Barty drew nearer. Soon Barty had walked into the cast-off torchlight and Percy could see his pale face with its narrow, empty-looking cheeks and haunted eyes, and his blond mop of hair which stuck up at odd angles.
"Doesn't your own father pay you any attention?" Barty cooed tauntingly at him, still advancing. "Is that what your deal is? Your own father a disappointment? Gotta come and try to take mine? Well, you could do a right sight better than Father Crouch, I can tell you that. Oh, wait..." A sinister smile spread across Barty's face, which loomed closer and closer until he'd backed Percy right up against a wall. "It's not just you, is it? It's him too. My father wants you around. The Substitute Son, that's what you are."
Percy's eyes scanned Barty's face, darting from the dark circles that framed his sardonic gaze to the little freckles that dotted his nose and cheeks. He was a little shorter than Percy, and slender, though not as slender as Percy. Physically, he was nothing to be scared of. Percy trembled up against the wall all the same.
"I'm just the assistant," Percy managed to whisper as Barty drew even closer until they were nose to nose. Barty examined him as though he was an interesting bug. Percy pressed back against the wall as snugly as he could and turned his face away.
"Oh, no, no, no," murmured Barty, his hot breath wafting over Percy's neck. "No, you're much more than that. Perfect, clean and unspoiled. You're shiny and new, aren't ya? A blank slate. Eager to learn. Eager to follow. Not like me. I was never like him enough." Barty let out a low chuckle that made Percy's skin crawl. "Thank fuck for that, I say."
"I-I thought you were supposed to b-be Imperiused," Percy stammered.
"Was. Am sometimes. But no spell can hold me for long these days... My, my, look at you tremble."
Percy had turned his face away as much as he could, but he didn't have to see Barty's face to know that Barty was smiling; he could hear it in the man's voice and he was now practically vibrating with excitement, as though Percy was a particularly wonderful discovery.
"You are a pretty, young thing," Barty said, and Percy's skin crawled even more as Barty moved in closer. He pressed his nose and mouth right up against Percy's cheek and he whispered, "I can make you tremble even more than this, Pretty Thing. I can make you squirm and moan my name."
Percy shut his eyes. He should call for help or run away or something, but he was glued to the spot, too terrified to move or make a noise louder than a whisper. He flinched as Barty's mouth pressed into his skin. He whimpered as the entire length of Barty's body pushed against him, pinning him to the wall, pushing parts of Barty against him that Percy didn't want to think about.
"You even smell like the perfect son," Barty hissed against Percy's neck. "Like books and ink and fresh linens." He nudged his crotch more firmly against Percy's thigh. "I'd like to dirty you up a bit, I think."
Extraordinary Lengths