carrow

slytherin alumni. twin. heir. owner of The Emerald nightclub.

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IN CHARACTER

Character name: Amycus Carrow

Birthday: May 27th, 1956. Geminis sun, Sagittarius moon & Geminis rising 

Blood Status: pureblood

Gender & Pronouns: male, he/him

Occupation: Heir, entrepreneur, owner of The emerald night club

Sided with: Death Eaters

Faceclaim: Theo James

ABOUT THE CHARACTER

SCHOOL

School: Hogwarts

House: Slytherin.

Extra curricular: Duelling club, Slytherin Beater.

BIO

GROWING UP

Ah, to be the male heir of a respected pureblood family. Amycus Carrow came to this world first and first he would remain for everything. His father’s pride and joy, the one who would carry on with the family legacy. Anything Amycus wanted, he got it; all he had to do was ask for it… or take it if people got fussy. 

Amycus grew up believing that he was more important than he actually was, his father made sure to inflate his ego and sweet talk him about him being the heir. At first it was all a game, funny even, but as he grew up, he noticed how different the treatment was for him than for his sister, who was as much of a Carrow as he was.  He was the male heir, yes, but deep down he always thought that his sister was the superior twin, even if his father couldn’t see that.

As any wealthy pureblood child, Amycus received nothing but the best tutors. Did he enjoy it? Well, no, not really. He would much rather be outside playing quidditch. But that didn’t stop him from learning everything he needed to know and what was expected of him. 

The first time he heard the word betrothal, Amycus was seven and he thought it was an annoying word because he couldn’t pronounce it correctly. However, that was also when he first realized that it wasn’t all great, that being an heir also came with responsibilities that he didn’t ask for.

As a child, he wasn’t the most pleasant one, but he never gave it too much of a thought; he had his sister and he didn’t need anyone else. His connection with Alecto is a strong one. He could validate every single myth being said about twins. He and Alecto don’t need words to communicate, just one look. Amycus could tell so many things about his sister’s mood with just glancing at her. No woman would ever be as important to him as his sister and that is something he made his peace with from a very young age.

START OF THE WAR

tw: drugs

As expected, he was sorted into Slytherin. School was fun, he got to meet new people, organize the best parties, play quidditch and knock some righteous Gryffindors from their brooms during matches. He was a King and life was good. Academically speaking… well, Amycus wasn’t necessarily the smartest person out there, but he was resourceful and there was always some nerd willing to make some extra galleons. That is how Amycus passed most of his classes. Naturally, when it came to exams, he would study enough to get a decent grade and that was just it.

However, the real change came during his fifth year. With the OWLs, the pressure was on and he needed more than studying to pass, he needed a shit ton of luck. So Amycus being Amycus, got that luck in liquid form. That was his entrance door to the world of drugs.

As the years progressed, everything in his life intensified: from the war harboring outside (not that he had any doubts on where he stood), the school pressure, and his father pressure to be the Heir he was expected to be. Amycus wasn’t used to having people demanding things from him, he was the one that did the demands; and pressure never suited him right. That he had to get married, that he needed to have kids, that he needed to have good grades in order to get a good job. As if Amycus ever wanted to work, please. With the years that pressure turned into aggression and unpredictable behavior, but he was smart enough to keep it under that charming facade of his when necessary. 

There was so much violence within him that he became a great weapon for the Dark Lord. Some people do therapy, others do yoga, but Amycus Carrow joined the Death Eaters in hopes to get the green light to release all that anger inside of him.

PRESENT TIME

Amycus didn’t get any fancy job at the Ministry, he would rather drown himself in the depths of the Black Lake than work in an office filled with mediocre people. Instead Amycus did what he did best: he spent his father’s money on parties. At first he attended said parties, but later he began to organize them and they were so unbelievably successful that he decided to open his own nightclub. It seems that he wasn’t as useless as he thought he was.

At the moment, he’s still dodging the whole betrothal thing since he has no desire to get married yet, but he knows his time is limited. In the meantime, he focuses on his job for the Dark Lord as well as his nightclub. The Emerald is his safe heaven and is as exotic and fun as any event organized by Amycus. Each night is unique, from air acrobats to unicorns, no one knows what to expect each night.

He’s also tending to some of his father’s businesses and he’s doing better than expected. None of that really appeals to him, but that's where the big money comes from and he’s smart enough to know that he has to keep it coming. He occasionally likes to invest in different businesses and he may or may not run some not so legal gambling houses.

CONNECTIONS

Future fiancée

Secret guilty pleasure: a muggleborn/order member he grew fond of throughout his life and is willing to protect.

Friends with benefits

HEADCANONS

tw: drugs

Amycus is bisexual, he’s an hedonistic being and does not care about labels.

He often consumes drugs.

His nightclub is his favorite place to be. In there, there are no taboos nor judgment and while it’s a very exclusive place, it’s not impossible to get in.

In spite of not wanting to get married, Amycus is a family man and he would do anything to protect his own.

Alecto is the single most important person in his life. He would do absolutely anything and everything for his sister.

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regulusblacx​:

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Regulus believed himself to be very clever and astute, yet when it came to other matters, he was completely clueless. Flirting, crushes, snogging, and anything more was almost another planet to him. Regulus knew what his preferences were but he had rarely acted on them until now. He didn’t think of himself as handsome, which meant he wasn’t confident enough to boldly claim just what he wanted. He also grew flustered with the smallest of things, like when Amycus called him a good boy. He felt heat pool at his belly at the words while simultaneously raising the bumps on his skin.

“You can certainly let loose here,” Regulus nodded. He felt Amycus’ dark eyes on him, almost devouring him, and while it did make him feel self conscious it was also a riveting feeling. To know that a man as handsome as Amycus had eyes only for him, at least in that moment, was more intoxicating than the double gin in his hand. “Is this the only area patrons are allowed?” Regulus asked curiously after sipping his drink. He’d heard there were even more exclusive parts of the club, but maybe those were just rumors.

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While having a pretty face was useful, Amycus often found that confidence was the key to attractiveness. if Regulus had a bit more of confidence, he was sure he would wreak havoc wherever he went. But he didn’t, and that was just crazy to Amycus. Guess that’s nature was wise in that sense, no man could have everything. “So... do you ever let loose, Regulus?” He asked curiously, taking a sip of his drink. He didn’t look like he did, but perhaps the Black Heir had some surprises under his sleeve.

“The club is quite big... you have the VIP area over there”, he gestured, pointing at a balcony. “Then you have the some offices, including mine and there are some private rooms as well...” he explained. “Why? Wanna have a tour?” He smirked playfully.

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mckinnonwitch​:

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There was something off for sure, it wasn’t that he couldn’t stay over, he’d been busy other times and there had never once been a problem with that. But this time there was something different, he wasn’t looking directly at her, he had barely kissed her back and his voice did sound a bit forced. Marlene wouldn’t have cared any other day, she shouldn’t mind, but she’d drank way too many glasses and it had been quite the awful week, and he had just fucked her senseless so she was not about to take whatever this was. After observing him for a moment, the blonde turned to her side of the bed and grabbed the shirt and pair of panties she had been wearing to put them on in a swift move. “You should go then.” She said coldly, a part of her curious to know what was going on inside of his head and another pissed off that he wouldn’t just talk to her like they always did.

Marlene stood up and walked back to the living room to grab the bottle of scotch and pour herself another glass to take to the bedroom. She stopped on the door frame, looking at him still lying on her bed and she let out a heavy sigh. However much she believed him leaving and never returning was the right thing, that had been the sane thought that repeated itself in her mind for the last two years they’d been seeing each other. And yet here they were once again and she would blame herself for it all later, when he was gone, but it was still just the two of them in her apartment and she couldn’t just ignore that and what had been and still was. “You can go, Amycus.” She told him, taking a swig from her glass. “But you could also tell me what the hell’s really going on over a couple of drinks, as per usual.” The witch offered, looking at him through the dim moonlight, her doe eyes wide open and her free hand tugging at the shirt to cover more of her bare legs.

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There was a lot going on inside his mind right now, too many loud thoughts that he needed to quiet down, whether it was by gutting a poor devil or snorting anything available. He finally got off the bed and began to get dressed in silence, deciding to not respond to her coldness, after all, he caused this in the first place. Amycus put on his boxers and then looked for his pants.

The alcohol made him pause, but then shook his head. He wasn’t the morality police and whatever she did was none of his business. “I am getting dressed, Marlene, I’ll be gone as soon as I’m done” he snapped before narrowing his eyes. Clearly he was not expecting the second part of her sentence and when he heard it, he stopped on his tracks, pulling up the zipper of his pants. “What is going on?” He asked, raising a brow. “Are you really asking me that question? You are a lot of things, Marlene, but you are not stupid”, he shook his head slowly.

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regulusblacx​:

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Regulus knew that if he wanted to, if he was the kind of person that Amycus was, he could get whatever he needed. He had the power, privilege and wealth that all Blacks were born with to be able to navigate through the world as he pleased. To be self-involved and flaunt his desires for the world to see, just because he could. But Regulus had never been that kind of person. He hated being in the spotlight, he found it unbecoming to be so arrogant, and he much preferred keeping to himself. Yet he couldn’t deny that’s exactly what drew him to Amycus. To be around him was like a magnetic pull into his hedonistic aura, the promise that Regulus could lower some walls he usually put up around others. Amycus made it feel like it was okay, necessary even, to have desires and to give into them. 

Regulus took a seat into the booth, folding his hands in his lap and crossing his legs elegantly. The wink instantly made Regulus blush in a way that made him immediately self conscious. “I don’t know about every now and then. I don’t really go out to these sort of places,” he confessed, though it must have been obvious. “Dancing, drinking, clubbing… not my cup of tea. But an invitation is an invitation, and I have manners.” Soon enough their drinks arrived and Regulus took his. His eyes slid over to Amycus, so handsome in the dim lighting, sitting so close by. “Cheers,” he said with a small, shy smile, raising his glass to the other man.

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The conflict of interests in Regulus was something that Amycus was fascinated with. He was here because there was something that he wanted, something that involved himself and what he could give the Heir. He said it himself, the night club scene was not one he was particularly fond of, yet here he was, drinking a second doble gin and tonic.

“I found it to be very liberating” he confessed. The noise, the music, the alcohol, the drugs. It was just as liberating as whenever he went on a mission for the Dark Lord. “So you are a good boy then, doing the proper thing”, he smirked playfully, right before the waiter brought their drinks. Amycus raised his glass and clinked with him. “To having manners”, he hummed before sipping his drink, his dark eyes fixed on the young man.

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mckinnonwitch​:

~time jump~

However dangerous, however complicated, however wrong, there was one thing that was certain— she felt her best when she was with him. For some inexplicable reason, what shouldn’t be, simply felt right. She could tell as much as she looked into his dark eyes, the dim light of the moon coming from the window making them glow in a special way. Her breathing was rapid, still trying to slow down her heartbeat after what had been yet again incredible sex. Rolling slightly away from his body, Marlene offered him a wide grin. It had been incredible sex for sure, but it wasn’t just that and they both knew it even if they pushed it to the back of their minds. It couldn’t be or he’d be leaving already, she’d be opening the door already.

“Hey you.” The blonde murmured, pressing her lips to his shoulder, taking in the scent of his perfume slightly mixed with liquor and smoke, closing her eyes for a bare second before looking back up to meet his gaze. “I’d say thanks for the sex but you should be thanking me, babe.” She teased him, allowing a giggle as she did, but quickly pulling a bit upwards, not minding if the sheets didn’t cover her body anymore and kissed him on the lips. It felt soft and shy after what had happened only few moments ago, but she took her time, drinking in his taste as her fingers traced figures on his naked torso. “Will you stay the night, Amy?”

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Marlene rolled away from him and it was in that moment when guilt crept over him. He wasn’t very familiar with the concept of guilt, he didn’t like it, but it was a permanent thought that crept through him whenever she was involved. Amycus shouldn’t be here, he shouldn’t be naked in her bed. It was a very disturbing thought, especially for someone who normally didn’t give a fuck of right and wrongs. But this just felt wrong. Well, the sex didn’t feel wrong, that was for sure, but what now? Was he supposed to play boyfriend? Pretend that she wasn’t a bloodtraitor and that he hadn’t killed some of her colleagues and friends? And not just that, but that he actually enjoyed it? It was fucked up, even for him. Not to mention the consecuences that this could potentially have. They could both be killed, or maybe worse. What if Alecto was hurt because of this? That thought alone made his blood turn cold.

He was barely listening to her, just staring at the ceiling. And yet, she kept on kissing him. What were they doing? He barely responded to the kiss. “I can’t” he said after a moment. “I have things to do”, he lied. He couldn’t spend the night, they shouldn’t spend the night playing boyfriend and girlfriend. He didn’t care when other girls got the wrong impression, but those girls weren’t dangerous, or at least not as dangerous as Marlene was.

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regulusblacx​:

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Amycus’ personality was everything that Regulus normally withdrew from. He was showy, arrogant, hedonistic and not to mention a rather sadistic Death Eater. However, much to his immense frustration, Amycus was also everything that Regulus found physically attractive: tall, dark haired, with the rugged build of a Quidditch player yet the haughty good looks of a pureblood. He had a certain charm to him that Regulus could not bring himself to ignore, even when his logic was screaming at him to run in the opposite direction. Regulus was in a precarious position as a spy and stood losing everything should he get himself involved with somebody like Amycus. Yet he could not deny that the attention and blatant flirtation he received from the Carrow heir stirred something that the young man hardly ever allowed himself to experience.

“I, er, just finished mine,” he said, motioning to the empty crystal glass on the table awkwardly. Why did a simple question make him blush? Regulus knew it was his lack of experience and tact that made him fumble like an idiot around Amycus, and around most men, really. “Gin. Double, please,” Regulus said, surprising even himself with the order. Regulus looked back to Amycus before focusing on their surroundings again. “It is very impressive,” he stated sincerely. “Not exactly where I would come to relax, I must admit.”

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Amycus was born and raised to be a heir. He knew how to play the part, and he also liked to enjoy the privileges that it brought to him. There was also certain vanity within him that pushed him to always looked handsome, even when he was completely hangover or absolutely coked up. There were other aspects of the whole being heir that he didn’t appreciate, like getting married and having kids, and actually doing things. But that was irrelevant, and he was going to postpone it until he truly had to.

“Ah, even better then”, Amycus said cooly once Regulus mentioned that he already finished his drink. “Gin, double” he repeated, right before the waiter left them alone. Amycus then gestured for him to sit down on the booth so they could be more comfortable. “It’s okay, as long as you come to visit every now and then, I will not take it personally”, he teased, winking at him playfully.

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mckinnonwitch​:

Whatever this was, it was wrong. Marlene knew that much from the very beginning, when she had drunkenly crossed his path and they ended up tangled in his silk sheets. None of them thought they’d ever see each other again, not when they stood at absolutely opposite sides of pretty much everything. Yet time went by and for some reason or the other, they kept finding their way back to each other, drunk or otherwise, aware of the many reasons why they shouldn’t but not once really minding the consequences. There was something about him that drew her in and didn’t make it easy to let go. He was her best kept secret, her guilty pleasure— somehow behind closed doors he wasn’t as awful as he was out in the open. Or maybe he wasn’t any different and it was simply her who was just as awful, enjoying every second when he was around, the pounding on her chest when he came closer, the relief when she heard the particular knock on her door.

The blonde couldn’t help the soft moan which escaped her lips as he tugged on her hair, her glance focusing on his smile, that devilish and captivating grin that drew her in. What did she want indeed? Marlene looked up to meet his eyes, pupils dilated as she felt her heart beat faster, the taste of scotch on her own lips mixed with his taste, the one she so craved. His lips on her skin sending a shiver up her spine, her hands made their way up his chest until she placed them on either side of his face, prompting him to look at her. “I want you, Amycus.” She responded bluntly, a gasp for air as she had been holding back her breath. Her lips brushing softly on his jawline before pressing the question against his skin. “Do you want me?”

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Amycus knew that he had to put an end to this, that he would eventually be engaged to someone, that he was putting both of them at risk with this. He knew he had to start ignoring the red flowers that she placed in her balcony, that he had to stop passing by her place. He could find great sex elsewhere, he could even pay for it if he wanted, it would make everything easier.

“Do you think I would be here if I didn’t?” He responded instead, whispering those words into her ear. “C’me on”, he murmured, bending over so he could pick her up and threw her over his shoulder. He slapped her arse playfully and carried her towards the bedroom. Marlene didn’t need to tell him where the room was, he knew her place like the palm of his hand.

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regulusblacx​:

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Regulus wanted to leave. Even if he was interacting with nobody else, he felt overwhelmingly out of his comfort zone, completely self conscious despite everyone in the club being too drunk or high to even look his way. Sometimes, when he allowed his insecurities to take over, Regulus wished he could get out of his own head enough to enjoy himself the way other twenty year olds did. To go out and do something completely impulsive and wild without caring about the consequences it would bring him. But he’d never been that kind of person, instead he’d always been too self preserving, scared of looking like a fool or letting his guard down around others. 

Just as Regulus finished the gin and resolved himself to going back home, a voice spoke to him, cutting through sharp and clear over the music of the club. He turned towards it and came nearly face to face with Amycus, the whole reason he’d stepped foot here in the first place. Regulus visibly swallowed at the sight of the other man– he looked more handsome than usual in the dim yet vibrant lighting. “Hello, Amycus,” Regulus greeted him curtly, despite the growing blush on his cheeks. “I was having dinner nearby and decided to come in for a drink and see the legendary Emerald.” It wasn’t a lie, exactly. 

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There was something fascinating about the youngest Black to Amycus. He couldn’t exactly point out what it was, but it was there and it was palpable. He was nothing like the rest of his family, he wasn’t loud and obnoxious like Bellatrix, but he was just as attractive and capable. Regulus was discreet and mysterious, and refined. But he was also shy, the young man blushed at almost anything and Amycus took it as a personal challenge to make him blush as much as possible. He found it curious that someone like Regulus, who had so much to offer, behaved like that. He could have the world at his feet if he so desired.

“I see”, he hummed. “I don’t see a drink in your hand. What do you want? It’s on the house” he offered before raising his hand and called a bartender. “And what are your impressions so far?” He asked curiously before the bartender arrived. “Bring me a glass of firewhiskey and for the young man here...?” He asked, looking back at Regulus.

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mckinnonwitch​:

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Back in Hogwarts it was all about the secrecy, the unimaginable thought of a Gryffindor and a Slytherin, especially this Gryffindor and that Slytherin. It had started as a fun little thing, an enjoyable moment between some classes, the forbidden fruit after curfew, the stress realease on Quidditch games’ days. It wasn’t supposed to be anything more, it was never supposed to last. However, as his dark irises turned lighter under the dim light of her appartment, Marlene realized how it still was about the secrecy, the unimaginable thought, the forbidden fruit– and yet so much more. But the darkness of his eyes was still there and it reminded her of green flashes passing by her side and words mumbled all too quickly for anyone to understand. They had never crossed paths on the battle field, at least none that she was aware of considering they all wore masks. How ironic, she thought, hiding their identity out there and inside these four walls… it was just the two of them.

The blonde swigged the remaining scotch on her glass before gently placing it on the table by her side. She felt the alcohol burning in the back of her throat, her eyes closing for a brief moment so the room would not spin around her, and then she found his gaze once more. The corners of her lips turned upward, a flirty smile settling as she stepped closer to him, the distance between their bodies almost disappearing as she stood on her toes, leaning in slightly until her lips pressed against his. Although bitter from the taste of scotch, the kiss was soft and barely even there before she pulled back and her light eyes met his. “I think I just might.” Marlene murmured as her mouth found her way back against his lips, tugging swiftly at his bottom one with her teeth. “You’re addictive, Carrow.”

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The first time he and Marlene McKinnon hooked up was right before her brother was killed by Bellatrix. It had been a drunken one night stand, or at least it was supposed to be. It seemed that destiny kept on pushing them together. Each time he visited Marlene, Amycus wondered if this would be the last time. He knew it should, but he wasn’t known for doing the right thing. He had seen Marlene in battle once or twice, but he always kept away from her purposefully. He was aware how strong and skilled she was, but so was he, and Amycus had the Dark Lord’s pressure. Amycus didn’t have to take care of himself, he also had to take care of Alecto (even if she didn’t need it). He may not be the brightest, but he knew that whenever he failed, Alecto was the first in line to recieve the punishment and that was just unacceptable. So if he had to hurt Marlene in order to protect his sister, then he would.

However, any thought passing through his brain flew out of the window when she kissed him. Amycus kissed her back, his hand cupping her cheek before sliding back to her hair. “I can tell...” he responded, flashing a cheeky smile. He gently tugged from her golden locks, exposing her throat to him. “What do you want, Marlene?” He asked in a husky tone, his lips brushing her skin.

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battleofpeter​:

Peter had audibly groaned when his manager had asked him to head over to the Emerald Club to deliver stock.  The posh establishment was not to Peter’s taste, Peter had been raised around a community bar by his father. It was practically in Peter’s blood.  Amycus Carrow was nothing more than a rich boy trying to manufacture a sleazy club for his friends. 

“You need a drink to deal with a menial task?” Peter raised an eyebrow, his wand levitating the boxes of stock down onto the floor of the Emerald Club. “Funnily enough, I don’t think you can get that until you sign this fuckin’ page. I haven’t got all day.” 

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Peter Pettigrew. Not that Amycus was very familiar with dictionaries (or books in general), but he was sure that if he looked for the word ‘joke’, then there would be a picture of Peter as a possible definition. 

At his quip, Amycus’ lips curved into a cheeky smile. “Nah, I have this habit of drinking whenever I’m dealing with ugly people”, he responded smoothly. “Also, when I’m dealing with incompetence, any delivery comes in through the back door and towards the storage. One would think that such a simple task would be easy to follow, but I guess some people are slower than others”, he then responded before taking another sip of his drink, purposefully taking his time. “Ha, little Peter knows his big boy words, my, my”, Amycus smirked maliciously. “Here, have a grown up drink, it’s on the house”, he said, gesturing one of the bartenders to bring another glass.

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