#fwb!remus lupin

[sp1rit-realm]

༻¨*:· 𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮, 𝐓𝐨𝐨 ·:*¨༺

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ you and remus are just friends. with benefits.

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 fem!reader 𖦹 mutual pining 𖦹 idiots in love 𖦹 a sprinkle of angst 𖦹 mature themes, nothing graphic 𖦹 shitty writing/ending 𖦹 i did not proofread this bc i'm lazy ⎝(ˊᗜˋ)⎠

༻¨*:· word count ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 725

Satan is all about temptation, right?

'Temptation is a trial in which man has a free choice of being faithful or unfaithful to god.'

Remus was pretty sure it was something like that.

All he knew was that you were a trial of temptation, and he would gladly choose to go through that trial any day of the week. Because fuck, the way you said his name and the way you felt around him was so goddamned erotic. It was pornographic, and he couldn't get enough.

But he also cherished those small moments with you. He would never tell you, though.

He adored seeing you apply makeup or brush your teeth. It was all so domestic, and he selfishly wished he was the only one to see you like this. He prayed that your other hookups didn't get to see you do the most mundane things, like washing your hair. He rationally knew they also saw you like this, but, in his greatest fantasies, you were just for him to see. Only he got to see you laugh at something stupid on the TV while eating crisps. Only he got to see you fluff the pillows on the bed.

With blown pupils, he watched your chest rise and fall, "What the fuck?" He murmured.

The words caused a wave of confusion to crash into you; it turned into a weird feeling of hurt.

"Hm?"

Remus went rigid, for just a second, before speaking again, "Nothing about you, Lovely. Nothing about you," He opened his arms and mumbled: 

"C'mere, baby."

Baby.

That stupid pet name rang in your ears each time he said it.

Baby, baby, baby.

Each syllable was more deafening than the last.

You crawled into his lap and basked in the sensation of his chest against your back, hands roving along your body like he could never get enough of how your skin felt.

"So pretty."

You detested how his lust-slurred words were laced with tenderness.

Still, you let your body melt into him as he praised you.

"I would never talk about you like that, my lovely girl." 

Then, he let out a breath colored by the ghost of a laugh, "I s'pose I'm talkin' like that 'cos of you, though."

"Why?" Your voice was quiet and lazy.

"'Cos, what the absolute fuck did you do?"

His calm tone only confused you more. "Hm?"

He closed his eyes and spoke into your hair, "Did you lace your lips with a fuckin' love potion?" He took a breath, articulating during his exhale, "You make me crazy. Absolute fuckin' insane. I want to kiss you silly."

He hugged you tighter against him.

You closed your eyes and tried your hardest to disguise the sigh you let out as bliss rather than despair.

Remus, ever so observant, could tell.

"What's wrong?" He frowned at the idea of him hurting you.

"Nothing," You dismiss. Remus is having none of it.

"No, it's not 'nothing,'" He rests his head on your shoulder, "Something's wrong. What is it?"

"Let it go, Remus," You sigh and try to get up. He doesn't let you.

"You're staying here," His breath tickles your neck, and he smiles at the giggle you let out.

You fall asleep with his arms around you, hoping he'll wake you with chaste kisses. He did; you fell just that much more in love with him.

When you went over to Remus's the first time, you didn't intend on getting ruined, but he made a suggestive comment, and then you were in his bead screaming his name. When a man like Remus Lupin comes knocking on your door, you don't turn him down. But maybe you should have ended it a long time ago because your feelings for him only grew with each hookup. Still, you kept returning because having some of him is better than having none of him, right?

You tried to convince yourself that your feelings were just faulty. A boy was giving you attention, so you thought you liked him. But your mind knew better than to listen to you. Your brain remembered all the times you cried when he was with someone else in school, when your eyes lingered on him for a little too long, and how your heart skipped a beat when he was around.

You were so, so screwed.

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[jjmaybankshousekeeping]

friends (with benefits) - marlene mckinnon

summary - marlene and her ‘best friend’ have some fun during a movie with their friends, having to be very sneaky.

warnings - smut, fingering (f given) pet names used, semi-public sexual acts. lmk if there’s any i missed.

word count - 565

a/n - i’ve loved this idea for so long and i just had to write it.

post number - 4

reader - she/her, fem.

marlene and yn had been friends for as long as they could remember , but recently things had changed. their friendship was… different, to say the least.

currently, yn and marlene were lying in the spare bed of the marauders dorm room, watching a movie with james, sirius, peter and remus.

due to the way each of them were lying, facing the movie, none of them could even see the two girls on the bed at the back of the room.

so far there was nothing unusual happening, until marlene noticed that there was a loud fight scene going on in the movie.

“yn.” the blonde whispered.

yn turned to face her, “yeah.”

“how’re you feeling right now?”

she whispered back, “i’m feeling pretty good, how are you feeling marls?”

“well, i was hoping i could be feeling you again. if that’s alright with you?”

yn smirked, “gotta be quiet though.”

“of course.” marlene replied.

and soon enough, things were happening. feelings were felt.

marlene’s gaze had now been completely averted to yn, who was looking the same way. the scottish girl’s hand crept underneath the quilt they were covered by, and onto yn’s body.

yn turned slightly, making herself closer to marlene. marlene was quick to undo the button of yn’s trousers, not without a reassuring look from yn that is was okay to do so, and her hand quickly slid into her friend’s panties.

marlene was quick to slip two of other fingers inside of yn, while her thumb circled her clit. yn struggled to keep quiet.

“that good?” yn nodded in response, “gotta be quiet though.” marlene whispered softly.

“yeah.” yn breathed.

“good girl.”

marlene pumped her fingers, knowing exactly what her friend liked, as yn struggled to keep quiet. in order for marlene to go faster, she lifted her knees up so that nobody could see the fast motion going on under the blankets.

she sped up, as yn’s hand flew to cover her mouth.

“that good, baby? you like that?” marlene whispered as quietly as she could.

she got no response, as she expected. if yn spoke now, she would give them both away, not being able to keep herself quiet

“fuck, you’re so wet.” marlene pointed out.

she picked up the pace of her thumb, and slipped another finger into yn’s pussy. marlene could feel yn tense up.

“nearly.. there.” yn managed to breath out quietly.

“good girl, cum for me, sweetheart.”

as marlene’s fingers all sped up, yn reached her high, having the best climax she��d ever had. marlene smirked, not just because she had just done this to her best friend, but because she wouldn’t be able to subtly go to the bathroom.

in yn’s favour, the bathroom was right in between the bed they were on and peters bed, so she was able to sneak off to clean up ten minutes later, bringing back tissue for marlene to clean her fingers with.

and so, they went back to how they were before, acting as if nothing ever happened, and finished watching the movie.

yn sat up, “so, what’d you think of the movie guys?”

“pretty good.” the speckled boy responded.

“yeah, i loved the fight scene.” marlene responded, with a hinting tone towards yn.

“me too! that was so good, marls.” sirius responded

this wasn’t the first time this happened, and it definitely wasn’t the last.

[shanneyney]

Friends with benefits moonwater. Send tweet

[sundime]

He thinks of Remus fucking him.

But first he thinks of Remus opening his mouth and talking about Tolkien or oranges or the way the air smells like gesso here. He thinks of the sea in Palermo disintegrating. He thinks of the time they spent inhaling it yesterday, under that fume of terrible pot. 

He thinks of the way James would look at him, if he knew. And he thinks that James knows - which would be a conundrum if only it were bigger than the one concerning Sirius thinking of Remus' hipbone between his teeth.

The morning pours in through the windows like lemon juice. Sirius turns over and thinks this - this is what makes him depraved. Remus is baked and sunburnt. It’s horrific. There are flakes of skin peeling off his bronzed shoulders. His neck is red and motes are poking through his cheeks. His eye is pressed against the pillow, his mouth is parted open. An oyster shell. A milky pearl inside.

Sirius’ hair musses over his eyes, but it doesn’t erase it; doesn’t negate the scent of salt that has permeated their bedsheets for the past five days or the feeling of sand between their toes, in their hair.

Remus cracks open an eye, smiling dopily.

“Mm,” he tells Sirius, arm sliding around his waist.

[midnightpink]

in my head, i play a supercut of us

read it here on ao3

James smiles against the skin of his neck, where he has his face buried. He doesn’t overthink it, doesn’t think about how he so desperately wants to be more than sex for Regulus, because there, in the bathroom of a bar, still in the haze of sex, James feels like it’s enough. For that night, for that moment. Afterwards, he has all the time in the world to regret it, but when Regulus hugs him and falls into comfortable silence, James decides it’s best to deal with it later.

(or: watch what being ‘fuck buddies’ does to two motherfuckers who happens to be in love with each other).

by: aliatreides

Words: 11,922, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English 

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Other

Characters: James Potter, Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans Potter , Pandora Lovegood, Barty Crouch Jr., Marlene McKinnon, Dorcas Meadowes, Evan Rosier, Minor Characters

Relationship: Regulus Black/James Potter, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Friends With Benefits, Trans Regulus Black, Fluff and Angst, a little bit of smut, Friends to Lovers, Kind of..., Oblivious James Potter, Oblivious Regulus Black, Happy Ending, POV James Potter, Comfort No Hurt, Love Confessions, Idiots in Love, i love them!!

[lionizingheathen]

Masterlist By Character - Updated 8.21.24

I DO TAKE REQUESTS

Draco Malfoy

Miscommunication

Edging Sub!Draco after you catch him flirting with someone else in public

Precious

Draco finding release after a day in the office

Request

"Domdraco smut please??? I mean maybe with handcuffs and some kinks?"

Ginny Weasley

Take It Out On Me

Helping Ginny unwind from a stressful quidditch practice

Ron Weasley

Take it

"Are you sure you can handle it, baby?" Ron visiting his long distance girlfriend

Request

Hey, can you do an scenario with you and Ron Weasley under a blanket around your friends watching a movie and Ron decides to finger you quietly without anyone knowing?

Sirius Black

Quickly Now

Sirius hooking up with his best friend

Prove It

Sirius eating out his FWB

Just for You

Giving Sirius a handjob in front of friend

Request

"I really need jealous fwb Sirius after that last fic, I NEED it"

Request

"hey im new to your blog but I LOVE the way you write sirius, could we have more sirius content pLEAES (soft, dark, fluff, smut, ANYTHING you can give us pleaseee🥺🥺🥺)"

Request

"Anything with FWB!Sirius Black PLEASE!"

Request

"This is my first time making a request but can you do more of fwb Sirius x reader pleaseee I love your writing btw!! Thank youu"

Hermione Granger

Quietly

Fucking Hermione in the stacks of the library

Lily Evans

Roses

Eating Lily Evans out

Relax

Strapwarming Lily Evans

James Potter

Everything

Making boyfriend James Potter be rough with you for the first time

Think About It

Giving James a blowjob

Request

"james potter smut!! i love ur writing sm"

Request

"Please I need to see you writing something with dbf!James Potter (I would be so happy if you add some size kink too)"

Request

jealous fwb sirius but what about jealous fwb james???

Request

"love ur writing!! can I request riding james potter plssss"

Remus Lupin

We Always Have Time

Remus taking you against a wall

Agreement

Giving your flatmate, Remus Lupin a blowjob to help him relax

Request

"can you do a part 2 from Flatmate!Remus Lupin? Thank you <3"

Request

"Angsty request. Post! James and Lily’s death, reader/oc was Sirius’s girlfriend/fiancé but feels lost after his arrest. All she has left is Remus and they… uh… work off post-war stress with each other."

Regulus Black

Request

"you are the best smut writer i’ve ever come across im literally speechless. can you write more about sirius fwb or maybe even regulus i will take anything you write omg."

Pansy Parkinson

You've Earned it

Sub!Pansy Parkinson x DomFem!Reader

Harry James Potter

Request

"if you write for harry potter can you do harry potter smut? i love your fics :)"

Request

"umm face riding with harry?? pleaseee"

Luna Lovegood

Love me

First time sleeping with Luna Lovegood

Group

Request

"OK NOW I CANT STOP THINKING OF REMUS ACTUALLY LETTING SIRIUS (plus james maybe) HAVE A GO WHILE WATCHING HHHNGGGF??!??"

[dreamcubed]

hp fanfic recs!!

hello all! i feel like i dont interact enough with this community, so here's some recs for you all (i do follow these people, on my main blog @emptytakeawaycup) give them a follow too!

mattheo riddle;

we aren't over (18+) - @slytherinslut0

summary; fwb gets jealous seeing you kiss another guy at a party after the two of you had called things off

this love - @wordsarelife

summary; mattheo finally asks you to be his girlfriend

let me ruin fuck you (18+) - @slytherinslut0

summary; worried that mattheo was just going to use you for sex and leave, you had him agree to courting you first until you felt you were ready to take it to the next level. after months of this, mattheo finally can’t take it anymore, and lands himself on his knees at your feet

theodore nott;

the cat chronicles - @obsessedwithceleste

summary; five times theodore nott *accidentally* stole your cat

darling socialite - @fangisms

summary; you are talkative as all hell, and theo has dubbed himself your devoted listener

just like your boyfriend - @angelfrombeneth

summary; you and theodore are the new it couple in hogwarts. theo's known for always causing up a stir but never you. at least you do yours in private. it isn't until your faced with skylar snaggle, the one girl you can't stand that you break that streak

too many nights - @priniya

summary; theodore nott spent too many nights, smoking and hanging out with matt’s little sister to not make her his girlfriend

second hand smoking - @evergone

summary; a short one where theo teaches the reader how to smoke

i'm [nott] a bad person - @evergone

summary; the reader and theo are accused of causing a fight, but they swear they didn't do it

an unintended double date - @papercorgiworld

summary; enzo doesn’t want you ruining his date so he calls in back up to keep you busy, which leads to an interesting date

fred weasley;

something that we're not - @sergeantbuckybarnes

summary; you and fred are friends. best friends. who happen to cuddle and sleep in bed together all the time

anything - @ibbythebee

summary; fred would do anything to see you, "hogwart's strictest prefect", loosen up

first time (18+) - @frenziedfireworks

summary; you've been trying to figure out how to bring up sex to your boyfriend...

george weasley;

blindsided - @desideriumwriter

summary; as the gryffindor quidditch team celebrates their win on the field, malfoy begins to openly throw insults in front of george and fred towards them, their parents, harry, and you. george isn’t able to ignore and shrug off his mockery. it only ends in a shocking altercation between the redheaded gryffindor and sneering slytherin

blaise zabini;

everything i'll ever need - @slytherinslut0

summary; your boyfriend whisks you away from the enchanting yule ball, blindfolding your eyes in mystery, alluding to a secret spot. though he suggests it's merely to show you something, what unfolds is a testament to his deep appreciation for your love of nature and a showcase of his genuine gentlemanly demeanour

a night at the museum - @pizzaapeteer

summary; where your boyfriend blaise takes you for your birthday to your favourite place

draco malfoy;

an unintended double date - @papercorgiworld

summary; enzo doesn’t want you ruining his date so he calls in back up to keep you busy, which leads to an interesting date

remus lupin;

remus can tell you have a crush on him - @luveline

remus and you exist in your own little bubble - @luveline

[777heavengirl]

MASTERLIST

— one-shots & mini-series

Sirius Black

↬ AM

Chapter i, ii, iii

mini-series, fwb to lovers, angst, eventual fluff (completed)

↬ spill your guts

one-shot, friends to lovers, comfort and intimacy (no smut), 6.7k words

↬ bags masterlist

friends to roommates to ?lovers?, bittersweetie, no war!au, on-going series

Remus Lupin

↬ voulez-vous

one-shot, friends to lovers, 4k words

↬ leave

one-shot, friends to lovers, 4k words, during poa!

↬ lines divined

not established relationship but like mentally together, palm reading, 1.8k words, fluffy

James Potter

↬ jolene

one-shot, childhood friends to lovers, 5k words

↬ goodbye nostalgia

one-shot, comfort and bittersweet feelings, 5k words

— blurbs

↬ X (Sirius x sarcastic, unserious, independent Ravenclaw) Request

↬ X (Sirius x Ravenclaw! reader who won't admit she's jealous) Request

for more, visit my Ao3 !

[unconventional-lawnchair]

Everything is Blue

Barty Crouch Jr x FWB!Potter!Reader

AN: Are we really surprised? They are all I think about.

Summary: As things escalate with Barty he draws a line in the sand.

CW: Not proof read wrote this on my lunch break sorry yall :(, oxic!Mean!Barty, Toxic!Mean!Reader, Cussing, sexual themes and behaviors, Hair Pulling, rough handling, angsty, hurt no comfort, everyone's the bad guy, Remus being dragged into it (because I'm predictable), {If I'm missing anything please let me know}

WC: 4.9k

The door to Barty’s dorm scraped open with its usual obnoxious grind, the result of a half-hearted transfiguration after a particularly chaotic night. It was too big for the frame, but no one cared enough to fix it. Least of all Barty.

He tossed his satchel to the floor as he stepped inside, a cigarette already between his fingers. The other boys in the room froze for half a second before scattering like startled mice, clearly unwilling to stick around now that they’d heard your voice trailing in behind him.

“I just wish you wouldn’t talk about Remus like that,” You huffed, brushing past the discarded bag without a second glance. There was a sharpness to your tone, even as you moved to sit on Barty’s unmade bed. Arms crossed, you looked every bit the picture of stubborn indignation. “He’s a sweetheart if you’d give him a chance.”

Barty let out a low chuckle, crouching to strike a match against the ruined floorboards. He lit the cigarette with ease, shaking out the flame before tossing the spent match to the carpet and grinding it under his heel. “Hate to break it to you, treasure, but your dear Lupin’s just as bad as the rest of them. Just like your jock of a brother.”

You scoffed, a bitter sound that came with a roll of your eyes. “Jock? Oh, please. And you’re not? Beater.”

He barked out a laugh, straightening as he took a drag. “Touché,” He chuckled, exhaling smoke through the corner of his mouth. “But no need to get your claws out, pretty thing.”

“Don’t call me that,” You snapped, though there was no real heat behind it. You shifted, ready to get up, but Barty stepped closer, his grin growing sharper. Before you could fully stand, his hand pressed firmly against your shoulder, easing you back down.

“Not so fast.” He murmured, cigarette dangling between his teeth. His free hand brushed through your hair, a casual, practiced move that sent a shiver down your spine despite yourself. “All I’m saying, doll, is your precious Remus isn’t as innocent as you think.”

Your jaw clenched, and you glared up at him, determined not to let him see how easily he got under your skin. But it was impossible to ignore the way his touch lingered, the quiet dominance in the way he stood over you.

It was a cliche if anything; James Potter’s prim, polished sister sneaking off with the resident Ravenclaw bad boy. But whatever this was, it wasn’t romance. Not even close. It was something raw and messy, simmering with tension, much less control. And no matter how hard you tried to tell yourself otherwise, you didn’t hate it.

Suddenly, his grip on your hair tightened at the roots, the sharp tug forcing your head back and drawing a startled gasp from your lips. “Oh, but he does love putting on a show for you, doesn’t he?” Barty’s voice was low, taunting, his words dripping with mockery as he loomed over you.

The sting at your scalp sent a flush of heat coursing through you; equal parts anger and something more complicated. His gaze flicked to your neck, lingering on the faint marks still visible beneath the clumsy glamour spell you’d used to cover his handiwork. His lips curved into a smirk, satisfaction radiating from him as if he’d already won some unspoken battle.

“You’re so predictable,” He cooed, tilting his head as if examining a puzzle only he could solve. His grip loosened slightly, just enough to let his fingers glide through your hair, but the dominance in his posture didn’t waver. “Tell me, doll face, how long are you going to keep pretending this doesn’t amuse you?”

You swallowed hard, your pride demanding that you glare back at him with every ounce of defiance you could muster. But beneath the tension, you both knew the truth- you were caught in his game, no matter how much you hated the rules.

Barty’s grip slackened, his fingers moving from your hair to cradle the curve of your jaw, but the smug glint in his eyes remained. His cigarette hung precariously from his lips, the smoke curling between you in a way that made the air feel heavier. He tipped your face up, tilting his head as he studied you, his smirk growing sharper when you refused to look away.

“Still playing the good girl, huh?” He chuckled, voice low and mocking as his thumb traced the edge of your cheekbone. “It’s cute, really. But I've seen too much of you to fall for it. You want this.”

“Shut up, Barty.” You snapped, the defiance in your tone wavering just enough to make him laugh- a deep, infuriating sound that made your stomach churn. He took the cigarette from his lips, flicking the ash carelessly onto the floor before tossing it into a forgotten corner of the room.

“Make me.” He challenged.

Before you could overthink it, your hands shot up, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him down to crash his lips against yours. The kiss was rough, almost frantic, and any pretense of control he had disappeared the moment your nails dragged down his chest. His hands gripped your waist, fingers pressing hard enough to bruise as he pulled you closer, his teeth grazing your bottom lip in a way that made your breath hitch.

The kiss grew heated, messy, both of you lost in the intensity that always seemed to ignite when you were near each other. Barty's hands tightened on your waist, pulling you closer as though he couldn’t get enough. For a moment, you forgot where you were, forgot the smugness that usually dripped from his every word. It was all consuming, fire and chaos in equal measure.

But then his lips trailed to the corner of your mouth, brushing there as he murmured against your skin. “Tell me, doll face, does Lupin get you like this? Or are you saving all the fun just for me?”

The words were like a slap. You shoved at his chest, hard enough to break the kiss, your eyes blazing with anger. “Are you serious right now? Merlin, Barty, you’re insufferable!”

He stumbled back a step, laughing as he ran a hand through his hair, clearly unbothered by your sudden shift. “What? Too close to home?” He taunted, his smirk sharp and infuriating. “Or are you upset because you know I’m right?”

You glared at him, your chest heaving as you tried to rein in your temper. “Right about what? You don’t know a damn thing about me, or about Remus!”

“Oh, I know plenty,” He shot back, his voice dropping to something dark, something mocking. He stepped closer again, his presence overwhelming. “I know you like the bad boys more than you’d ever admit. Your precious Lupin? He’s got that little edge you love, doesn’t he? But me-” He grinned, shameless and cocky, as his hand reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m the one who gives you this rush, doll. I see it every time you look at me.”

“Shut up,” You snapped, your voice trembling with anger. “You’re so full of yourself, Barty.”

“Am I?” He tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he studied you. “Then why are you still here, hmm? Why not run back to your safe little Gryffindor bubble if I’m so insufferable?”

You opened your mouth to fire back, but nothing came. He was right- damn him, he was right and he knew it. The realization made your skin burn, and the frustration bubbled over.

“Because I hate you,” You spat, though the words sounded hollow, even to your own ears.

Barty’s grin widened, and his hand trailed down your arm, his touch infuriatingly light. “Oh, doll, we both know that’s not true,” He murmured. “You might hate that you want me, but you don’t hate me.”

You clenched your jaw, every muscle in your body screaming at you to storm out of the room. But his hand slid to your hip, grounding you, pulling you back into his orbit. You hated the way his presence made you feel- like you were caught in a web you couldn’t escape.

“Why are you like this?” You hissed, your voice cracking slightly as you met his gaze.

His expression softened for just a moment, the teasing edge fading as he studied you. “Because it’s you,” He said simply, his voice quiet but no less intense. “And because I know you can take it.”

That quiet admission threw you off, and for a second, you faltered. He took the opportunity to lean in again, his lips brushing against yours in a whisper of a kiss. “Go on, doll face,” He murmured. “Tell me to stop.”

You didn’t. And before you could stop yourself, you were pulling him back to you, your anger bleeding into something just as fiery but far more dangerous.

Barty’s laugh rumbled against your lips, low and triumphant, his hands roamed your back, his touch both grounding and maddening. The kiss deepened again, the tension between you still sharp but now laced with something rawer.

But the moment was far from stable. Barty was never one to let things settle; it wasn’t in his nature. Even now, as his lips pressed against yours with an intensity that should have silenced his need for words, he pulled back just enough to murmur, “You’re addictive, you know that? Bet it drives Lupin mad.”

The mention of Remus again broke whatever fragile truce the kiss had created. Your fingers, which had been gripping the fabric of his shirt, pushed him back with force, your glare sharp enough to cut. “You can’t just keep bringing him up like that, Barty!”

“What, does it hit a nerve?” He shot back, his smirk creeping back into place as he took a step closer. He was relentless, infuriating, the kind of person who thrived on lighting matches just to watch the fire burn. “Or maybe it’s because you don’t want to admit I’m in your head more than he ever will be.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” You snapped, your voice trembling with anger. “You’re nothing but a distraction, a-”

“Go on.” He interrupted, his voice low, his eyes gleaming with something almost dangerous. “Say it. A mistake? A regret? Is that why you keep coming back, doll? To fix it, or just to lose yourself in it?”

His words hit too close, cutting through your defenses in a way that made your chest tighten. You hated how easily he could read you, how effortlessly he picked apart the walls you tried so hard to keep in place. But you refused to let him win, refused to let him see how much his words affected you. You hated him.

“Maybe I’m here because I pity you.” You hissed coldly, lifting your chin in defiance. “Isn’t that why everyone keeps you around, Barty? Out of pity?”

For a moment, his smirk faltered, the sharpness in his eyes flickering into something unreadable. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by that infuriating grin as he stepped even closer, his hands gripping your hips with a possessive force. “Careful, doll.” He mumbled, his voice soft but laced with warning. “You might just hurt my feelings.”

You rolled your eyes, but your breath hitched as his fingers slid up your sides, his touch tight with nerve. “You don’t have feelings, remember?” You shot back, but the bite in your words was weakened by the way your body reacted to his closeness.

“Maybe not,” He admitted with a low chuckle, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “But you seem to like me anyway. Guess we both have our vices.”

Before you could respond, his lips found yours again, silencing whatever retort you had ready. The kiss was more intense this time, fueled by the anger and frustration that always seemed to simmer between you. His hands tangled in your hair, his body pressing against yours in a way that made it impossible to think clearly.

It was a cycle, a maddening, relentless cycle. Fight, kiss, argue, repeat. You knew it was toxic, knew it couldn’t lead anywhere good. But in that moment, with Barty’s lips on yours and his hands holding you like you were the only thing keeping him grounded, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

As the kiss deepened, the anger began to ebb away, replaced by a heat that you both refused to name. Barty’s hands tightened in your hair, his lips moving with an almost desperate energy that mirrored your own. But beneath the passion, there was something lingering, something raw that you couldn’t quite place.

And then he did it again.

“Bet he wished he could touch you like this,” Barty murmured against your lips, his voice low and taunting. His words sent a shiver through you- not from the tease, but from the edge in his tone. “Your precious Remus. Always so bloody polite, isn’t he?”

You froze, your hands stilling against his chest as the realization began to settle like a weight in your stomach. His words weren’t just meant to provoke you; there was something behind them, something that bordered on venom.

Pulling back just enough to meet his gaze, you searched his face for a hint of the usual smugness that accompanied his taunts. But instead, you found something different; something sharp and defensive, hidden beneath the surface. “Why do you keep bringing him up?” You asked quietly, your voice steadier than you expected.

Barty’s smirk faltered, just for a fraction of a second, before he masked it with a scoff. “What, can’t handle the truth?” He shot back, his tone casual, but his grip on your hips betrayed him. It was firmer now, certainly possessive.

You narrowed your eyes, the pieces clicking into place. “This isn’t about Remus, is it?” You whispered, your voice softening slightly. “This is about you.”

Barty’s expression hardened, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Don’t flatter yourself,” the edge in his tone wavered. “I just think it’s funny. You play the good girl for him, but you come running to me when you want to feel something real.”

“That’s not it, and you know it.” You hissed, your words cutting through his defenses. “You’re jealous.”

The word hung in the air between you, heavy and undeniable. Barty’s jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with something that looked a lot like anger- but you could see through it now. It wasn’t anger. It was insecurity.

“You think I care about what some bleeding-heart Gryffindor thinks?” He sneered, but his voice cracked slightly, giving him away.

“I think you do,” You said, your voice steady now. “You hate that he’s not like you. That he doesn’t play games, that he’s kind. He's real. And you hate that I see that in him.”

Barty’s grip on you tightened, surely bruising, his breath hitching as you spoke. “Don’t.” He warned, but it was too late. You’d already struck a nerve.

“You’re scared.” You continued, your gaze locked with his. “Scared that he’s better than you. That maybe- he’s what I deserve.”

For a moment, you thought he might push you away, his usual bravado crumbling under the weight of your words. But instead, he surged forward, his lips crashing against yours with a ferocity that stole your breath. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a fight, a desperate attempt to reclaim control, to prove something to both of you.

When Barty finally pulled back, his breathing was heavy, his forehead resting against yours. But the vulnerability that had flickered in his expression for a split second was gone, replaced with sharp, cutting arrogance. His grip on your waist was still firm, bordering on bruising, as if he were daring you to push him away again.

“You think he’s better than me, don’t you?” Barty murmured, his voice low but laced with venom. “Remus bloody Lupin- he’s exactly the kind of boy your perfect family wants for you, isn’t he? Polite, patient, so painfully good.” His lips curled into a sneer, the mockery in his tone unmistakable. “Bet he’d even ask for daddy’s permission to kiss you.”

You flinched, your jaw tightening as the words hit their mark. “Don’t bring my family into this,” You hissed, your hands pushing against his chest, but he didn’t budge.

“Why not?” Barty pressed, his eyes gleaming with something almost wild. “This is what it’s all about, isn’t it? You sneaking around with me because I’m the opposite of what they want. Because I’m the dirty little secret you can’t bring home.”

“That’s not true.” You snapped, though your voice lacked conviction. Deep down, you hated that he wasn’t entirely wrong.

“No?” Barty’s smirk widened, his hands sliding up your sides with infuriating ease. “Face it, doll, Lupin’s everything they’ve trained you to want. He’s safe. Predictable. Boring.” He leaned closer, if he only knew- his lips brushing against your ear as his voice dropped to a whisper. “But that’s not what you want, is it?”

You turned your head sharply, forcing him to meet your glare. “You don’t know what I want.”

“Oh, I do,” He murmured, his thumb brushing against your jaw in a way that made your stomach churn. “You want the thrill. The danger. Someone who doesn’t care what James Potter or the rest of your Gryffindor crew thinks.”

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore how his words stung. “You think this is about rebellion?” Uou shot back, your voice trembling with both anger and frustration. “That I’m with you because I want to piss off my family?”

Barty tilted his head, his grin lazy and infuriating. “If the shoe fits.”

“Maybe I’m here because I see something in you no one else does.” You bit out, your voice sharper now. “But you’re too busy tearing yourself down to notice.”

For a moment, Barty faltered. His smirk wavered, and the confidence in his posture cracked just enough for you to see the insecurity underneath. But he recovered quickly, his walls slamming back into place as he gave a low, bitter laugh.

“Don’t waste your sympathy on me, princess,” He cooed, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “I don’t need it. And I definitely don’t need saving.”

“I’m not trying to save you,” You sighed, your voice soft but firm. “But you keep pushing everyone away, and one day, you’ll push too hard.”

Barty’s jaw tightened, his eyes darkening as he leaned in again. “And yet, here you are,” He murmured, his lips ghosting over yours. “Still coming back for more.”

Your throat tightened, the anger in your chest swirling with something far more dangerous. His words cut, his arrogance infuriated you- but you couldn’t deny the pull between you. And Barty knew it.

“Admit it,” He said, his voice soft but unrelenting. “I’m the one who gets under your skin. Not Lupin. Not anyone else. Me.”

You stared at him for a moment, and you saw it. The slight gloss to his eyes- he was pushing himself. Past what you've ever thought you'd see from him. You closed your eyes and took a small steadying breath. “Yes, you idiot.” You spat. “It's you.”

Barty froze. The smirk he wore like a second skin faltered, his sharp retort catching somewhere in his throat. For a moment, he just stared at you, as if he hadn’t expected you to admit it- hadn’t expected you to say anything at all.

And neither had you.

The words hung between you, heavy and undeniable. You could feel the weight of them pressing down on your chest, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Barty didn’t have a comeback ready. His grip on your hips slackened, and his expression shifted, the arrogance slipping to reveal something far more raw.

“Say that again,” He muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. There was a challenge there, but beneath it, you heard the hesitation- the flicker of uncertainty he was trying so hard to hide.

You swallowed hard, your breath still unsteady as you met his gaze. “It’s you,” You repeated, quieter this time but no less firm. “You’re the one who gets under my skin. And I hate it.”

Something in his eyes darkened, a mix of triumph and something he didn’t quite know how to handle. His lips quirked up into a smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You really know how to flatter a bloke, don’t you?” He drawled, though his voice was softer now, lacking its usual bite.

“Don’t,” You snapped, your frustration bubbling to the surface again. “Don’t twist this into some stupid game, Barty.”

“Isn’t it always a game?” He shot back, his smirk widening, though there was an edge to it now- one that betrayed just how deeply your words had cut. “You and me, sneaking around, pretending like it doesn’t mean anything. That’s the whole point, isn’t it?”

“No,” You said firmly, your hands gripping the front of his shirt to steady yourself- or maybe to keep him from pulling away. “That’s your point. It’s never been mine.”

He stared at you, his jaw tight, his breathing still heavy. For once, he seemed at a loss, his usual cocky bravado slipping as he tried to process what you’d just said. And for a moment, you thought he might pull away, retreat into the safety of his defenses. But instead, he leaned in closer, his forehead resting against yours.

“You drive me mad, you know that?” He muttered, his voice low and raw, lacking its usual teasing lilt.

“Good,” You huffed, your voice equally soft but no less sharp. “It’s mutual.”

A quiet laugh escaped him, almost disbelieving, and he shook his head slightly. “Why do you keep coming back, then?” He asked, his tone laced with something that sounded almost like desperation. “If you hate me so much?”

“Maybe because I hate that I don’t hate you,” You admitted, the words slipping out before you could stop them. “Maybe because you’re the only one who doesn’t treat me like I’m fragile.”

For a moment, the weight of your words hung heavy in the air. Barty’s expression wavered, and you thought- just for a second- that he might let the truth settle between you. That he might lean into it, lean into you, and let himself admit that he felt the same pull you did.

Barty stood completely still, his eyes searching yours, his defenses cracking just enough for something real to shine through. Then, just as quickly as it had come, the vulnerability vanished, his smirk snapping back into place like a mask he wore far too well.

“Don't-”

“Merlin.” He muttered, stepping back, running a hand through his hair in an exaggerated motion of mock exasperation. “You’re really determined to make this into some grand love story, aren’t you?”

“Barty,” You started, trying to keep the frustration out of your voice, but he was already shaking his head, the teasing glint in his eyes turning sharper, crueler. He sat up off of you, pulling out a cigarette, you followed him up.

“No, seriously,” He interrupted, his tone light and biting, the edge of mockery unmistakable. “What is it you want, huh? A confession? A bloody sonnet? Should I get down on one knee while I’m at it?”

“Stop it,” You said sharply, stepping forward, but he just leaned casually against the wall, his cigarette dangling from his lips as though nothing you said could touch him.

“Why? Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asked, spreading his arms wide with a grin that was far too sharp to be genuine. “I mean, you’ve got me cornered, haven’t you? Time for me to spill my tragic backstory and tell you how you’ve ‘changed’ me. Is that it? Does that get you off, doll?”

You clenched your fists, your nails digging into your palms as you tried to keep your composure. “Why are you doing this?” You demanded, your voice trembling with frustration. “Why can’t you just be serious for once?”

“Oh, I am serious,” Barty said, his grin fading into something colder, more calculated. He straightened up, his posture lazy but his eyes sharp as they locked on yours. “I’m seriously wondering why you’re still here.”

The words hit you, a blow to the chest, but you refused to flinch. “You’re pushing me away,” you said, your voice quieter now, but no less steady. “That’s what this is. You’re scared, so you’re trying to scare me off first.”

“Scared?” Barty repeated, letting out a short, bitter laugh. “Of what? You? Don’t flatter yourself, doll.”

“Then what is this?” You demanded, your frustration boiling over. “Why can’t you just admit that this- us- means something to you?”

“Because it doesn’t,” He snapped, his tone ice-cold. He stepped closer, his smirk twisting into something cruel as he looked down at you. “You’re just a game, sweetheart. A fun little distraction. And now that the fun’s over…” He tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over you with a deliberate slowness that made your stomach churn. “Unless, of course, you’ve got something else in mind.”

Your breath hitched, and your chest tightened. “You’re disgusting,” you said, your voice low but trembling with anger. “You really think I’d just-”

“What? Sleep with me?” Barty interrupted, his smirk widening as he leaned in closer. “Why not? That’s what this has always been about, hasn’t it? A bit of fun. A bit of danger. But if that’s not on the table…” He shrugged, stepping back and taking another drag from his cigarette. “Well, what’s the point?”

You stared at him, your chest heaving as you struggled to process the sheer cruelty of his words. “You don’t mean that,” You said quietly, but even as the words left your mouth, you could see the glint of triumph in his eyes.

“Don’t I?” He chuckled, exhaling a stream of smoke as he watched you with a detached amusement that made your stomach twist. “Face it, doll. This was never about anything real. You’re just upset because I beat you to the punch.”

“The punch?” You echoed, your voice shaking with disbelief. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You were always going to leave,” He said simply, his tone casual, almost bored. “Run back to your safe little Gryffindor bubble the second this got too messy. I’m just saving us both the trouble.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but the words caught in your throat. You hated how easily and effortlessly he could tear you down with just a few carefully chosen words. And worst of all, you hated how much you still cared, even now.

“You’re a coward,” You said finally, your voice low and steady despite the tears threatening to spill. “You hide behind this- this persona because you’re too scared to let anyone see the real you. But guess what, Barty? That’s not my problem anymore.”

You turned on your heel, heading for the door, but his voice stopped you just as your hand touched the handle.

“Go on, then,” He called, his tone light and mocking. “Run back to Lupin. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to play the hero.”

You didn’t look back. You couldn’t. The tears spilled over as you yanked the door open and slammed it shut behind you, the sound echoing through the corridor as you stormed away.

Inside the room, Barty stood frozen, his smirk finally slipping away as the silence pressed in around him. He clenched his jaw, his hands trembling as he brought the cigarette back to his lips, inhaling deeply like it might dull the ache in his chest.

It didn’t. It never did.

[sp1rit-realm]

so true of you

hannah😭 help im horny and i wanna write smut but idk what😭

fwb!remus is all my mind is going to😭

[cosmal]

i have a request. hear me out glitch (midnights) it's such a remus track. we were supposed to be just friends but the system's breaking down and now it's been two thousand one hundred and 90 days of our love blackout??

-🌙

shiraz

summary the moment in which you and remus realise that the fwb situation has moved onto more!!!!

note this isn't probably how this should've been written but um.

content remus lupin x fem!afab!reader, drunk reader, drunk remus, mentions of sex

Clumsy hands and girlish laughter. Remus spends twenty minutes looking for you around Sirius’s flat and when he does find you, wine-stained lips and rumpled clothes, you can’t keep your hands off of him.

He gets you up into one of the spare rooms before you can break into Sirius's stash of gin.

You fall into the bed and he's not sure the giggling will stop anytime soon. "Remus!" you snort and hold your hand to your face when you realise it.

He kneels at your feet, "Y/N," he says in turn. Much quieter - much more reserved. He's had half the amount of booze you have and he still feels a bit zapped.

You have no problems when he reaches down to take your boots off. A tangled mess of laces and knots. He remembers you getting Mary to tie them up for you earlier in the night.

He lets you babble away. Drunken, mindless talk that he's honestly having a hard time understanding. He starts to get your last shoe off and you land back into the mattress. Head swallowed by a soft pile of pillows.

He pushes his thumb into the arch of your foot because the morning after every night out you act like you might sue Dr Martens.

"Moony," you call, voice barely a murmur. "Moony, moony, moooony!" Your voice picks up and Remus melts.

"What's up, honey?" he asks. All soft because he can't help it. He never can. Not with you.

"Get into bed," you say with a lot more heat than Remus is expecting.

He looks at your jeans and pictures the seam lines embossed into your red legs in the morning. Then you're making grabbing hands for him and he forgets about it.

He falls down next to you with much less grace, despite you being the smashed one, and wraps an arm over your torso. He pushes his fingers under your shirt, pressing firmly into your warm skin below the wire of your bra.

You sigh. "Remus."

He thinks it's a warning. He snorts. "Yeah?"

You turn onto your side and hike yourself up onto a wobbly arm. Remus holds your bicep like you falling into his chest is the worst thing that could happen right now.

You lean down to kiss his cheek. "Do you," you ask into his skin, "do you want to take your clothes off?"

Remus encourages your face away from his gently, "Hm?"

You wrinkle your face, "Fuck, Remus? Do you want to - to fuck?" you hiccup. It's almost adorable.

Remus laughs stupidly at your language. He's drunk - you're worse. He thinks he'd rather cuddle you in this tiny bed until the sun comes up. Or until your hangover wakes you up - whatever's first.

"Not tonight, dove," he says as gently as he can. He kisses your cheek and then your jaw, the skin behind your ear. He feels the goosebumps erupt over your skin and can't help the smug smile on his face.

"Oh." You don't sound disappointed one bit. Maybe a tad pleased.

"You're drunk," he says like it's not obvious.

"Then," you try to hold back another bout of hiccups, "then what do you want to do?" It wouldn't be the first time Remus has stolen you away from a party and you hadn't used the bed to sleep.

"Wanna cuddle?" he asks hopefully. The soft light that slips under the crack in the door casts his skin pale. Silver lines of scars light up his flesh and cut through the expanse of his freckles. If you weren't so wine-drunk you'd probably tell him that he's the prettiest boy you know. And then some.

You take his hands and kiss his knuckles. Over tiny hairs and even tinier beauty marks. Your eyes feel heavy suddenly. Maybe it's the wine, maybe it's the fact that Remus wants to cuddle and you feel overwhelmed by love. Maybe it's both.

"Please, can we." You hope he can hear your tiny plea. You won't repeat yourself.

Remus doesn't say anything. You both climb out of your pants. Your denim and his corduroys. It's giggly and slow. You fall into him and he topples over you. Eventually, they get shuffled off and Remus gets you as close as he possibly can to his chest. Your breathing syncs up with his and you needle a leg between his thighs.

You close your eyes and hope you don't smell too much like Shiraz.

"How much wine did you drink?" Remus asks.

You groan. "Only one."

"What?" His laugh rumbles your chest.

"One bottle. And whatever Alice gave me," you sigh.

"Right, well Alice can hold your hair back in the morning," he laughs, slipping a hand under your big sweater.

"You won't do it for me?"

"Yeah, of course, I will."

And he does. He holds your hair back over the toilet and makes you toast and tea. He takes you back to your flat and gets you into some proper pyjamas - and a pair for himself that he'd left there the last time. And because you really are lucky, he cuddles you some more in your own bed. Total and utter boyfriend and girlfriend behaviour.

[justalittlebitbored]

remus lupin masterlist

main masterlist

willow tree - series masterlist

summary: you’ve loved your best friend for as long as you can remember and loving someone who doesn’t love you back hurts. a lot.

childhood friends to lovers, ‘unrequited love’

wc: ongoing

fics that are to come:

we’ve met before, right?

summary: you’ve always had everything you could ever wish for, so why is the only thing you end up wanting is Remus Lupin’s’ attention.

remus lupin x popular!reader, you seem to have a little crush

wc:

* yes, we’ve met.

summary: you are unafraid to let people know you love him, remus on the other hand…

the one where everyone finds out, newly established relationship, insecure!remus, a continuation of ‘we’ve met before right’

wc:

jealousy, jealousy

summary: you’ve been spending a lot of time with your muggle studies project partner, he doesn’t see you as just a friend.

jealous!remus lupin, fluffy, humourous

wc:

pda

summary: you and remus aren’t the type for heavy pda, handholding and little kisses were usually the limit. so why has this suddenly changed.

in which remus feels comfortable enough to show his love for you and your friends love fangirling over your relationship

wc:

my oh my

summary: your friends have suddenly decided that you are the next victim of their infamous pranks.

in which sirius and james are little shits, humour

it didn’t matter to me

summary: you and remus have been dancing around each other, but no matter how hard you try he won’t let you in

the one where the you knew about his secret but you loved him anyways, insecure!remus, angst, fluffy

wc:

what is that?!

summary: in which Remus has some little dark marks on his neck

sirius and james being little shits, remus has some hickeys

wc:

like a mouse

summary: you and remus have been together for a long while, he still has the ability to make you blush.

where remus loves teasing his shy girlfriend

wc:

worried

summary: you have a little accident and end up in the medical wing and nearly give remus a heart attack

worried!remus, what a cutie pie

wc:

anger

summary: you walk in on james bullying severus snape and you are quick to his defence.

reader has good intentions. gives James a piece of her mind. remus is just there really. trophy bf!remus.

wc:

fwb

summary: exactly what the title stands for, friends with benefits.

fwb!remus, jealous!remus, pining, secret relationship and fluffiness

wc:

cause they see right through me

summary: you’ve always been the wallflower that was in the background, never noticed, never known. and then you meet remus

shy!reader, she’s a wallflower, cute dynamics between shy Remus and shy reader

wc:

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[polaroidcats]

It just hit me. For part 2 of assigning german/austrian songs to the marauders, this time with Remus:

Egoist by Falco.

You know it's true.

(This is the only Remus bashing you will ever get from me, he is my babygirl and he has never done anything wrong in his life ever)

Oh wow okay I didn't know I'd be coming home to Remus bashing in my inbox today but here we are! Why are you calling him an egoist? Just because he abandoned his pregnant (so very straight) wife (so very straightly) and didn't take responsibility for that until a 17 year old kicked his ass? Idk what you're on about, that's a weird AU, Remus would never do that.

I see your Falco and I raise you: Junge Römer. You know Sirius played that song on repeat for like a week and thought he was the funniest person ever because of Remus's name.

Also I should note, I'm a bit tipsy (ON REMUS WINE!) atm so this is NOT the official German Remus playlist, this is the shitpost version of the official German Remus playlist, here we go, no thoughts just vibes:

Okayokay I'm thinking abt austrian music now and since we're pretty much the only 2 people invested in these playlists anyways I won't worry about the musicians being well known or not (though I'd love to know which of these you knew and which you didn't!).

May I sugesst Wolfgang Amrbos' Die Kinettn wo i schlof as homeless Remus Lupin's crying song. I feel a bit bad about putting this on the list because the song is genuinely so good and emotional and it made me cry when I was a child (I grew up listening to Ambros) but yeah. Uhm. No further explanation, also idek if you'll understand the dialect lol

DIALECT! When making the german Sirius list one of my Remus thoughts was what the german equivalent to welsh/scottish remus is and I've come to the conclusion that the obvious answer is Vorarlberg. SO obviously Vo Melo Bis Ge Schoppornou has to be included on the list. No I don't understand much either but it's still german (and imho one of the sexiest german accents, I said what I said).

Ham kummst is toxic wolfstar divorce AU core!!!!

Okay this one is actually a serious (lol) suggestion I think Remus would actually really like and relate to Sie mögen sich by Kätpn Peng! ALso maybe Tier by Käptn Peng?

Meine Sonne by Grossstadtgeflüster as angsty REMUS POV either poa era or first war or sth

Also I know this is officially the inofficial Remus list but i had another galaxy brain idea - Aurélie by Wir sind Helden is a song about french Sirius in an AU of our german marauders AU.

oKAAAY ANYWAYS BACK TO AUSTRIAN MUSIC Ich Lebe by Christl Stürmer is also a Remus/wolfstar song now, because I said so.

sepp haT gesagT wir müssen alles anzünden is just pure chaos marauders vibes tell me I'm wrong.

okayyy back to remus Irgendwann bleib I dann dort by STS is also Remus. ANd Gö, du bleibst heut nacht bei mir is needy Remus in a werid fwb situation with remus or sth idk

ALso since I've given up any pretense of choosing things that make sense I also suggest 1001 Nacht is about wolfstar friends to lovers slowburn. YOU KNOW IT'S TRUE

Okay also I just wanted to add something by AnnenMayKantereit because why not, and I'm sure there are better songs but I decided on 21,22,23 purely because of the youth/death themes and bc Jily died at 21 and Remus and Sirius died in their mid-late thirties.

okay now i made myself sad i need one more nonsense answwer and then i'll post this glorious completely coherent masterpiece

I was going to go with LaFee for a tasteful last song but then spotify suggested Tokio Hotel and who am I to disagree?! you can't tell me angsty early 2000s german teenage werewolf remus lupin DIDN'T listen to them, I'm sorry but he really felt the lyrics of Durch den Monsun.

yeah idek what this is i'm sure it's EXACTLY what you expected (lol) uhm i blame the remus wine. Any thoughts on the playlist??

[savolaxsavoia]

I just LOVE love to see Barty Crouch jr has a toxic relationship with Regulus while he cheats on his brother at the same time which makes Regulus feel more guilty and spend even more time making up to BCJ to save their twisted love (or just lust lmao). Or Lupin and Reggie are fwb bc Remus secretly has a crush on Sirius and Regulus looks like him. Regulus is just trying to fuck his brother life by fucking his brother’s friends, ha ha ha. But in fact I am a SINCERE Sirius/Regulus shipper so Merlin help me:)

[messrmoonyy]

Thank you for tagging me.

Post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular):

Muse- museum worker Remus lupin x art student Nymphadora tonks muggle au

Regrets - divorced remus lupin x Nymphadora tonks muggle au

Fine - marc Spector x Fwb reader

The broom closet - young remus lupin x Nymphadora tonks au

The vegan in the steak house - Steven grant x reader

your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year:

None of these have titles yet lmao but. Remadora royal au part 2 ( whenever I find motivation to re enter myself into the Remadora fandom ), angsty Moonboys fic, layla el Faouly x female reader first date ( it’s been in draft for MONTHS ) , drunk marc Spector x reader

your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year:

Idk what it means by 3. Like 3 fics? Idek. But I’ve improved a lot. I’ll happily say that about my writing it’s improved a great deal.

your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year:

1. Motivation to write

2. Motivation. again. Please. Lord I’m begging.

and your number 1 favorite line you've written this year:

I’d rather choke that go though all my stuff from last year and fine one line so I’m doing my fav fic from last year. It was definitely muse. My god was I proud of muse and still am. Not to toot my own horn here but I’ve never written anything that good.

I can’t recall a single writer off the top of my head so if you write feel free to do this

2022 wrapped

Tagged by the lovely @ginnyw-potter:

Post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular):

The Time Traveling Nymph, Alternate Ending - the last part of my time traveling Tonks series. I was so proud of how this whole series came together. It's my most popular work and the one I enjoyed writing the most.

Cariad - my postwar AU of Tonks and Remus surviving the Battle of Hogwarts. The question gets posed often - would they have stayed together had they survived? The short answer, yes, but this fic is the long answer (not without significant pain and growth in their relationship).

Call Me Edward - the least popular of my longfics, but one I'm so proud of. Teddy travels back in time. I put that small bean through so much. This is the kind of time travel fic I love (along with the others) - it's not perfect, it's messy, and it's painful.

Unforgettable - a fluffy one-shot I was especially proud of. I thought I did a nice job with the prose. I normally don't write prettily but I thought this one was nice.

Twelve Birthdays - I wrote this for a fest, a look into the life of Tom Riddle. It was a collection of 100-word drabbles. Writing that tightly is a challenge, especially when trying to make a whole narrative. I was very pleased with how it landed and it's inspired me to keep doing this exercise with other fics.

your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year:

Andromeda's Sacrifices - it's the title for the Andromeda series I'm going to write/am currently writing. I'm thinking it's going to be two parts. We'll see. Either way, I'm super pumped to post it.

A Changing Pack/title tbd of my Remus raising Harry series - I'm going to finish this. I am. I AM.

My "Death of" Series: it's an exploration of the wizarding afterlife. My next character is Fred Weasley, but I've got a few more in the works: Remus, Sirius, Harry, Nymphadora, Andromeda, and Molly.

Platonic Draco & Ginny time travel fic: I've had this germ of an idea on my mind of Draco and Ginny time traveling together and becoming reluctant friends. Still working out the details & ending.

your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year:

From my first fic, Collide, to its second part, Cariad, you can see a HUGE shift in my writing and its progress. Better dialogue, prettier prose, more cohesive narrative, stronger characterization - I'd say all of these are improvements. (More than 3 improvements, but I'm proud of how much my writing has improved in the last year.)

your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year:

I want to finish my current WIPs before I post the Andromeda fic. Probably a pipe dream, but it's a resolution.

I want to get better at figurative, pretty language. I'm not a metaphorical person. My prose is good but straightforward, not super poetic either. I do understand that poetic prose is harder with longfics (and I admire anyone who can write a longfic in a pretty way), but that's why I started writing one-shots, to hone my writing skills and apply what I've learned to the longfics.

and your number 1 favorite line you've written this year:

Okay, so I'm unbearably proud of one of the last one-shots I wrote in 2022, The Death of Teddy Lupin.

I can't pin it down to just one line, but there's this bit at the end that made my heart so happy to write:

“Where’s home?” Teddy asked, almost afraid of the answer.

“Where love ends,” Gran replied simply, putting her hand on his heart. “As long as there’s love to give, we’re not home yet.”

Teddy gaped at them, confused. “Won’t that take forever?”

Nymphadora and Remus smiled brighter than anyone else.

“The more time you spend here,” said Nymphadora, taking Teddy’s hand, “the more you’ll understand. Forever is all the time we need.”

I'll tag @mumka-fanfic and @messrmoonyy

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OMG CONGRATS ON 1.1k?? THIS IS SO EXCITING LOVE <3

your lips, my lips. apocalypse📼: (nsfw) soft sex with fwb!post full moon!remus :) kinda like the clean up of @beaucherie’s fic LMAO

THANK YOU BABY DYL

“easy” remus hissed as you sank down onto his cock. “m’sorry” you whined feeling his cock fill you up, your hands planted on his chest.

“s’alright doll, just go slow” remus groaned, his body ached but he was desperate for release and wanted to feel your cunt. remus would’ve lifted your hips up and started thrusting into you but his body wouldn’t let him do that.

you started to roll your hips and moved, remus rubbed circles on your thighs, focusing on the pleasure he was getting from this and not the ache. you were trying to be as gentle as possible, moving in a way that was comfortable for him.

you didn’t care if you came or not, you could finish yourself off just fine plus remus would make it up to you one way or another he always did. your mind set on remus’ pleasure, watching his eyes close and mouth part open and let out soft moans.

“just like that” remus praised, his hips slightly raised and his head presses back into the pillow. “feels s’good” he moaned.