LORD CATO, BITCH

lord cato crouch 6th year slytherin pureblood / DE younger brother to crius crouch a crazy motherfucker “I confess. I did it.”

[galenpurkiss-blog]

“Y’mean have me drink you under the table every day?” Just like old times. Galen nodded once, “forever, swear it.” She placed one of her own hands over Cato’s, the other patting his cheek affectionately, “nah, not us. We’re the young ones.” It was a scary thought, becoming like their older siblings. Galen decided not to think about it. “So, more drinks?!”

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“I may be a massive fucking light weight, Galen, but I’m still a god damn LORD,” Cato grinned as Galen decided to play with his cheeks, again. “I don’t know if I can,” his slurred words came out as a whine, “I’m so drunk already, fuck. What if I throw up, and Nef sees?! Then she’ll never get back together with me.” Suddenly, Cato gasped, eyes shooting open. “Where’s Esme and Achilles?! They promised they’d do a group shot.” 

[nefetarigrxyback-blog]

Nef’s head, wobbly as it was, shook to signify disagreement. “It’s my fault. I’m sorry.” Her words translated lazily from her brain to her mouth, slipping out an incoherent mumble. With no support and very little control over her body, her frame lulled to one side. She stayed there, passively, due to no other choice, accepting the waves of nausea while Cato fussed around the dorm. Nef couldn’t make sense of what he was doing, and was content to let her eyes fall shut in the comfort of the fact that he was with her. ( Which, as far as Nef was concerned, obviously meant she was safe. ) However, they jolted open when he returned and rested her head in his lap. She curled into him, like she had done a billion times before. “Tired.” Nef blinked up at Cato, a frown shaping her lips, “don’t, please? Don’t leave. I’m sorry, Cato. I’m… I’m bad. I’m the worst. But I always want you to stay.” She tugged at his shirt, an attempt to have him lay down by her side. “I thought he’d end up… —- but you came. I’m so sorry, Cato.” Her eyes were close to weening their way shut. Nef forced them open. “Remember in first year, I showed up at your bedroom window over the holidays because I wanted you to run away with me?” Her features melted into a drunken, fond smile. 

[caiuscato-blog]

Cato never was one for having an outstanding stamina, but recently he seemed to fall into a state of exhaustion a lot quicker than usual. Fatigued and sad, when Nef pulled him down, Cato fell next to her effortlessly, as though it’d no sense for him not to be next to her. Just as the past two weeks hadn’t. “No, you’re not,” he said, much in the same way Nef would whenever he spoke about dying. “It’s not your fault, Nef. It’s his. We can get him properly tomorrow.” We -- he didn’t mean to say it. He wasn’t sure what any of this meant. He wanted to believe that this meant she did love him after all, but Nef couldn’t even fight back, which spoke volumes about her levels of intoxication, and so he couldn’t accept the weight of her words. “See? Not going anywhere.” Cato brought their locked hands in front of her, waving it about a little. “Yeah,” he began chuckling lightly at the memories, “And I tried to pack as much of the leftovers into napkins, but then Mrs. Greengrass caught me so I had to peg it.” He wanted to talk about Crius, so he quickly changed the subject. “Nef, I know you’re really drunk and stuff, but we’re lying on the floor of a random room. Don’t you want your bed?”

[caiuscato-blog]

“Did you know that toying with animals on a malicious level is often an indicator of low intelligence?” He announced exasperatedly, looking up from his work at Selwyn. “Cease antagonising the cat, Eros. It’s rather distracting.” Justin was granted his request, but not before the other student dealt a snide remark and an unfavourable gesture. “Pleasant, as always.”

“Seriously, what the fuck is your problem, Yaxley? Always ruining the fun. You’re like a fun sponge. A fun sponge with a fucked up jaw.”

[lionheartedlily]

“Mm, I must say it’s hard not to notice your presence, milord, what with your hideous face and your obnoxious clapping. I’m afraid I can’t do anything about your face–some of us are just cursed by genetics. But I can still do something about the clapping. So either stop now or you won’t be able to use your right hand to wank tonight.”

[caiuscato-blog]

“Please, Lily, if you want to get to me, insulting my appearance is not the way to go. I expected better from you, please. Although, if I looked like Albus, then maybe I’d be insecure in that department, and I’d cry about it later. Who knows. Well, hah, jokes on you, because I’ve got a girlfriend, so I don’t even need my right or left hand.”

[lionheartedlily]

“Okay. Is there something you actually want? Or are you just planning on staring at me all day? Because as you can, I’m incredibly busy with OWL studying here, and I’d rather you just spit out whatever it is you’d like to say so that I can go to work and ensure my future isn’t even more ruined than it already is. And if you do actually have something to say, it better actually be fucking important. Thanks.”

[caiuscato-blog]

“To be fair, Potter, I haven’t been staring at you for that long, but I’m glad you noticed Lord Cato’s presence. Anyway, what the fuck would be the point in me sitting here if I’m not annoying you? Use your brain.”

[galenpurkiss-blog]

“Killed it, Cici.” Galen swung an arm around her friend and smacked a sloppy, drunk kiss on his cheek. Cato and her had suffered a noticeable drift since their brothers… did what they did. And the news of Nefetari finishing him hadn’t missed even her. She worried about the boy, who on top of it all was sick. She was thankful he would still talk to her after everything. “I miss you. Drink with me?” 

[caiuscato-blog]

“I miss you more. Let’s drink together every day,” Cato mumbled as he leaned his head against Galen’s shoulder. It was difficult to ignore the events that’d unfolded, but it wasn’t difficult to understand that Galen was not the same as her bastard brother. “And let’s be friends forever.” Cato slid out from under Galen’s arm, and moved to step in front of her with his hands holding her by her sides. “You, me, Esme... Let’s not fuck up like the older lot, pleaaase? Friends forever.”

[nefetarigrxyback-blog]

Nefetari had tried saying no, and in any other occasion she would have used force. But she was just so drunk. She didn’t even react when the guy’s lips found hers, or when he took her phone from her pocket after the second buzz it made, or when he begun slobbering at her neck, or to his roaming hands. Nothing more than a few, lazily mumbled, Cato? Where’s Cato?’s, managed to roll out of her mouth. Drinking had been so easy, whoever it was with became irrelevant. Nef just never pictured her being the drunk girl with some sleaze hanging off her, so she didn’t bother to let anyone know where she was or what she was doing. It seemed, though, she didn’t have to, as she at least managed a small flinch when the door crashed open. A small part of her acknowledged that there was no longer something pinning her to the wall, and felt a wave of relief. Though, mostly, she was just terribly disorientated. Nef, it’s me. It’s Cato. “C-Cato?” Her head lulled to one side, eyes tried their best to focus, though everything seemed hazy despite her efforts. “I’m… I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she mumbled, blinking up at him when supported by his hold. “Sit here,” she hummed some form of an agreeing, her head next drooping to hang over her lap as she slid down the wall to a sit. 

[caiuscato-blog]

“It’s okay,” Cato said in hushed tones, surprisingly comforting for a boy like him where his attention was solely focused on the strained gasps from the other boy behind them. “It’s not your fault.” He wanted to kill him. Very slowly and very painfully, just how Crius would have liked. Just how Crius would have done if this was the girl he loved. His brother was always right; after all, he was the Mad King. Especially since meeting Nef’s gaze, so helpless, and vulnerable, and weak... which never had been a problem to Cato, but it was a massive deal to Nef. She never was the same the next day, or the day after, and Cato knew how much Nef would hate this when she sobered up. No one was allowed to make her feel like this. In the moment he was about to charge at the other boy, Nef spoke up and Cato came to a halt. He was torn; should he sit next to Nef? Should he beat up the guy? Crius, for sure, would have opted to beat up the guy, but all Cato wanted to do was hold her and make sure she was okay. “I--... okay,” he resigned, lowering his stance to be on Nef’s level as he pushed her head back, only for it to fall straight back down. “Huh,” he sighed, sruggling to balance her head against the wall. “Nef... if you could just... stay... like this... there we go,” he whispered to himself, brushing strands of hair away from her face. “I’ll be right back.” 

Cato stormed over to the squirming body, and managed to hammer the wine bottle down into the guy’s head enough times for him to pass out. “Don’t piss off Lord Cato again, you stupid fucking wankstain!” Loosening the rope around the boy’s neck, checking that the pulse was still there, Cato dragged the guy out of the dorm and dumped him in the corridor. He practically sprinted back to Nef with a glass of water in his hand, throwing himself to sit next to her. “This is better, isn’t it?” He said, lowering her down to rest against his lap as her head had dropped back down again. “How are you feeling, Nef? I know, you probably don’t even want me here, but as soon as this is all over, I’ll... you know, stay away. I got you some water, by the way. I think you should have some.”

[caiuscato-blog]

With a wine bottle in one hand -- he wasn’t quite sure what he’d do with it, but it seemed like a good idea to grab it at the time -- and his wand tightly gripped with the other hand, Cato surprised himself with the force he’d managed to muster when kicking the door open. The image he was slapped across the face with triggered something in Cato that he’d never feel flare up before, reflecting an eerie semblance of Crius. For a couple of seconds, Cato’d froze on the spot as white hot rage entirely flooded him. Dirty hands holding up a practically lifeless Nef, lips sucking on her sweet neck, and Cato was prompted to move as a soft whisper asking for him escaped Nef. “Incarcerous!” Before the other guy reacted, Cato casted the spell on him, causing him to fly backwards onto the floor as rope tightly wrapped around him all the way up to his neck. He had about 7 minutes. “Nef,” Cato called out as he ran over to Nef, completely ignoring the suffocating guy on the floor. Sliding off his flannel, he swiftly covered her exposed body. “Nef, it’s me. It’s Cato. Are you alright?” His voice was stern, little comforting quality about it, for he still had the anger to release. Cupping her cheek, he tilted her face upwards to get a better look of her. “You’re so drunk...” He whispered lowly, only causing his level of anger to rise significantly. “I’ll get him back for this, Nef. Can you sit here for just ten minutes?”

[caiuscato-blog]

Text: Don't text her!!!!!!

Nefetari: No really dude, it's not Nef.

Nefetari: She's busy so stop fucking texting

Cato: fuck you you're dead

[caiuscato-blog]

Text: Don't text her!!!!!!

Nefetari: Yeah, she is.

Nefetari: And she's busy.

Nefetari: Better luck next time, pal.

Cato: nef pls thats not even funny i just wanna talk i promise

Cato: where r u i'll come to u

[caiuscato-blog]

Text: Don't text her!!!!!!

Cato: 💩

Cato: r u at the pardy?

[caiuscato-blog]

A Cato Crouch MOODBOARD - Post break-up

        ❝ He’s either bullying lower years or annoying Pomfrey in the hospital wing.            The other day he tied a second year to a tree and just started swinging            bludgers at him. Apparently, he tired himself out, got one of his weird            headaches and just passed the fuck out. ❞

[nefetarigrxyback-blog]

Paranoia was similar to an infection. And the thing about that infection? It didn’t yield to logic, or love. Of course Cato and Nora wouldn’t be together behind her back. Of course she could trust her best friends. Of course Cato loved her, just as much as she loved him. Even if for brief moments, Nefetari had a clear head, the suspicion and wariness and anger quickly clouded back into it’s place. She wanted to be there for Cato, especially now. His brother had died, but all Nef could think of was herself. Selfish, selfish, selfish. “Someone else?” She asked, lips twitching in confusion. The girl shook her head with vehemence and sorrowful glazed eyes. Cato would lose one of his only friends, he would disobey his parents, he would ruin his life. “All of that for what? For me?” She shook her head a second time. Greyback was already using her boyfriend as a point of threatening to keep her in line. “No. No. I’m just… just a,” her words fell short, running a hand through her hair while she racked her brain. “A complication. Don’t you see, Cato? You’d be better off without me. You and Nora both. I just complicate things. You two would be happier, it’d all be easier if I wasn’t always complicating. Everyone would be.” Nef pulled the hand away from Cato, no longer remotely in control of her tear ducts. “It’s over, Cato. It can’t work. We’re done. We have to be.” If she let him, Cato very may well have convinced her otherwise. So Nefetari bared her teeth and clenched her fists and stepped forward —- the violent glint in her eye present when she dealt with confrontation, “so get the fuck away from me. Understand? Fuck off.” It was for his own good. She was keeping him safe. She was ensuring his happiness, even if that meant it was with Nora and not her. “GO!!” Nef growled viciously. 

[caiuscato-blog]

“Yeah, I’ll do anything for you.” Cato stupidly smiled at Nef, if anything to be encouraging and hopefully ease her current state of mind. However, at her firm ‘no’, his face fell. The way her words were flowing coupled with her tone... Cato feared for the direction where this was going. “What, no...” He breathed out, a mixture of confusion and disbelief etching into his features. His hands inched forwards as she retracted her hand, not wanting to let go. As soon as her tears began to fall freely, so did his and he soaked them up with the sleeve of his shirt. It’s over. His arm dropped from his face. “No...” He began shaking her head. The stupid drops of water continuing to roll down his cheeks. “No... no, Nef, you don’t mean that,” Cato spoke over her following words. “Why are you--” He stopped at the change in her demeanor, one that he recognised all too well. Whilst her aggressive step forward would have sent many retreating backwards, Cato stood rooted to his spot. Although, he couldn’t look at her anymore. Casting his gaze down to his feet, Cato sniffed once, trying to steady his breathing whilst wiping his tears with the back of his hand. He shook his head in response when she told him to fuck off, which she had done many times in the past but none of them had hurt like this. This time it felt like she truly meant it. As Nef roared, Cato jumped a little, but he still didn’t move. “NO!” Cato exploded, his desperate eyes fixed on hers with hope that they’d betray some reason behind this. “Are you kidding me, Nef?! You’re trying to scare me?! You think I’m gonna run away because you’re all wolf-mode and shouting at me?! Piss off, honestly!” Cato threw his head back, a deep exhale pushing through his nose as he pulled at his hair, frustrated. “Why are you doing this? You just said you love me... And you know I love you, so why are you doing this? I just-- I don’t understand. It makes no sense. Unless... Unless you don’t...” Cato gulped. “Do you not love me anymore, Nef?”

[caiuscato-blog]

“♫ My loneliness is killing me aaaand I, I must confess: I still believe, when I’m not with you I lose my mind. Give me a siiiign, hit me baby one more time!! ♫” Galen belted out ( rather sloppily, mind you, ) winding her scantily clad hips provocatively, in tandem with the muggle music and the blonde to her left. 

“ ♫ I must confess,” Cato practically screeched, attempting to sing the background vocals to the famous muggle song. “That my loneliness, is killing me no0o0o0ow, don’t you know I still believe, that you will be here, and give me a siiiiign, hit me baby one more time! Woo!”

[nefetarigrxyback-blog]

“You and Nora!! That’s where it’s coming from,” the girl interjected. “I hate it. I hate feeling like you want someone else. You were the only boy —- the only person that ever really wanted me around, that wasn’t ashamed or frightened of me. It’s always been you for me, not anybody else. Always. And you and Nora… It hurts. I know, I know you both say you’re only friends now but you’re not. I can see you’re not,” Nef rambled, even aware herself of how paranoid she sounded. Still, she couldn’t stop herself. Fenrir had her under so much pressure with the war that she barely had time to think anything over logically. All she felt was frustrated and tense and wary of everyone, even her two best friends in the world. Clarity, though, was afforded when Cato said his brother’s name. She subconsciously took a step toward him, extending a hand toward his before stopping herself. “Cato, I didn’t mean it like that —- I didn’t mean to,” whatever she was going to say was forgotten the moment the word love fell out of his mouth. “Don’t say that. You’re not dying,” she spat out, without having to think as she always did when he said things like that. “I love you, too. I love you more than I love being a wolf. I just don’t want to lose you. And I can’t think straight anymore. I’m so angry all the time.” 

[caiuscato-blog]

This was something Cato never, ever wanted to happen. Nef’s sadness was all-consuming, pinching at his nerves and numbing him entirely, which only left him being able to stare back heartbroken. Or, that’s what he assumed. Initially, Cato couldn’t quite identify what the whole suffocating and burning sensation was, but once he heard whispers akin to ‘Oh, Crius’ little brother must be so heartbroken’, he could recognise it now. As her best friend, even more so as her boyfriend, it was his job (though it never really felt like one) to make sure she was never sad. It didn’t matter that her hurt blatantly stemmed from her paranoia. His friendship with Nora was the cause of it. It was his fault, and now it was his responsibility to rectify that. Only when it came to Nef did Cato seem to try and fix his mistakes. “Nef...” Cato uttered as a soft, sad whimper at the end of her ramble. Don’t say it. Luckily, he managed to distract himself by grabbing her recoiling hand with both of his, placing a light peck on the back of her hand. Don’t say it.“I hate this. I hate this so much, fuck! Maybe if you were someone else you’d be able to see that I’ve only ever wanted you really. Crius knew. I’ll be better, though. A better friend and a better boyfriend. I’ll stop talking to Nora! I’ll fuck up as much as I can, and hopefully her parents will call it off. I don’t want you to be sad like this. It’s the worst.” So far, so good. “But, like you said, you’re not thinking straight. You’re just being paranoid. Nora and me, no. You and me, yes. Okay?” And, there it was. Always ruining it at the end; mouth and brain working against each other as per usual. 

[caiuscato-blog]

“While the sound of your quill tapping is rhythmically genius, an entirely revolutionary discovery we’ve been graced with —- do you think you’d mind, just for the remainder of your existence, ceasing it?”

“Hi, I’m Binky Greengrass, and my boyfriend is dead. Hah, just kidding, I’m so fucked up on drugs, it’s like he’s right here! Mmm, drugs, that’s my shit. So high, so fly, B-I-N-K-Y. Short for Bianca; I don’t get it either, but do I ever get anything? The answer is no, because I’m so fucked off drugs. My boyfriend is dead, by the way, so it’s okay that I’m high off my fucking face all the time. Sobriety, what is that? I don’t know, I’m Binky Greengrass.”

[caiuscato-blog]

nefetarigrxyback:

“No,” she breathed, stepping back to avoid the kiss, “I’m not joking. None of this is okay. You fucked my cousin. You were with my cousin. None of this has ever been okay. Didn’t the two of you see that? And now you’re going to marry her.” Nef had tried to write off her anger about Nora and Cato having been involved as paranoia, had swallowed her tongue every time they left her out of a joke or hung out alone. To no avail, apparently, as now it was all bubbling over the top. Just a complication, her thoughts screamed, that’s all you’ve ever been. “Is it because of what I am?” She held up the letter as indication of what she was talking about. “Is that why you and your parents chose her? Because I’m a werewolf?” Her voice cracked on the word —- never before had it sounded like something she was ashamed of passing her lips. Never before, up until then, had Nefetari felt anything but proud of what she was. 

Nef’s rejection almost hurt more than the bolts of pain he’d experience during his headaches. Never would he have guessed for her to react like this, and he began to doubt if there was truly no humour to be found at all. In fact, the weight of the situation at hand only dawned in on him when she brought up her identity, and it left Cato in a state of utter stupefaction. “What?! No!” Cato threw his hands up, practically shouting out of disbelief, “When has it ever been because of what you are?! It’s never mattered to me, where is this coming from?! And the betrothal?! I don’t have a fucking choice! Crius is--...” A lump caught up in his throat, and he took a second to clear it before lowering his voice. “Crius is dead, right? So, they need to marry me off because now I’m technically heir. Nora’s parents were probably the only ones willing to marry their kid off to Cato Crouch. Don’t you think if I had any say in this, I would have asked my parents if I could marry you? You’re my girlfriend, I’m stupidly in love with you, like, literally, since first year, without even realising.” Then, it hit him; what he’d just admitted. It was nothing new, though. Crius had explained it all to him a while ago. Cato ran both his hands down his face in a frustrated manner. “Linda...” He tried carefully, a faint smile playing on his lips. “I mean, ha, unless I die before, I’m probably gonna have to marry Nora, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be together. I mean, it’s Nora, she’ll understand.”