#moonkiller fic

[heaven4lostgirls]

prompt: keep ✧ @moonkillermicrofic ✧ wc: 362

remus discards one of his older sweaters into the ‘donate’ pile that has been slowly growing throughout their cleaning escapades.

barty lets out a huff from the side, side eyeing remus before snatching the sweater out of the pile.

“bee.” remus sighs, arms crossed and barty glares back, petulant.

“i’m keeping it!” barty states, clenching his fists around the sweater as if afraid remus will tug it out of his hands.

“you’ve kept the last four sweaters i’ve tried to give away.” remus states with a raised brow.

barty only glares harder, “it’s your own fault for wanting to give away my favorite ones!” he exclaims and remus bites back a smile.

“i don’t think i’ve seen you use that sweater in the last year.” remus points out and barty bares his teeth at remus like a feral cat.

remus snorts, barty scowls.

“you can’t take it.” barty decides and remus throws his hands up in exasperation.

“there’s a hole in it!” remus exclaims pointing to the spot where the worn threads seem to give way to a gaping hole on one of the arms.

barty’s eyes widen before quickly lifting the sweater and making a mournful sound as he examines the hole.

“my sweater.” he whines dramatically and remus groans, tilting his head back.

“something to say lupin?” barty hisses, eyes drawn back to remus form and remus sighs, resigning himself to see this through.

“you can keep 3 sweaters out of all of the ones i want to donate”

“7.” barty is quick to bite out.

“1.”

“3.” barty concedes quickly, sniffling as though remus has just told him he has a terminal illness.

he makes a big show of folding the threadbare sweater and placing it back into the pile of clothes.

remus picks up an old navy blue sweater that doesn’t quite fit right anymore and turns to throw it into the donate pile.

barty squawks indignantly, leaping across the room and tugging to sweater into his chest.

“mine!” he hisses, looking ready to scratch out remus’ eyes.

remus sighs, shaking his head and walking out of the room, he’ll do the rest tomorrow when barty’s at work.

[peppermintkissesxoxo]

Barty and the Beast

poly moonkiller x gn!reader

18+

cw: possible dub con but barty is just being himself and actually loves it, mostly barty x remus centered, dry humping/grinding, barty calling remus beast (affectionate), reader watches mostly, gender of reader not mentioned

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"Fuck off, Lupin!" Barty growls. His fingernails dig into the forearm Remus has wrapped around his neck, holding him tight in a headlock while Remus grinds into Barty's clothed ass. 

"Fuck off? But I thought I was gonna fuck you, Junior?" He quips back with a smirk, pushing his chest out to fold Barty over the side of the bed under his body weight, his hips grinding down harshly. 

A strangled moan escapes Barty's mouth. Embarrassed at his lack of restraint, he opens his mouth, ready to bite down on Remus's arm in retaliation. But before he can sink his teeth down, he catches the sound of the door opening.

You carefully twist the doorknob, peeking inside Barty's dorm room. You'd been on your way to see the boys but heard some arguing from out in the hall, and you know arguing between the boys usually means Remus doing something dirty to Barty that he doesn't know how to cope with besides throwing insults at the former. The thought of what you’re about to walk into ignites a bubbling heat in your gut, panties starting to soak through in anticipation.

Remus had heard your footsteps from down the hall, an affect of his lycanthropy status being heightened hearing, but he doesn't bother to stop his grinding. He only turns his head over his shoulder and grins at you, eyes alight with lust, beckoning you to come in with a tilt of his head. "Hi, Dovey. Close the door will you?" 

Your breath gets caught in your chest at the dirty position Remus has wrangled Barty into, but you beam at him anyways, slipping through the crack in the door and swiftly shutting it behind you. You can't let anyone else get a view as delectable as this. This sight it just for Remus and you to indulge in. 

"Treasure-" Barty groans, chest filling with hope, his eyebrows furrowing as Remus grinds down harder. "Save me!" He whines.

You giggle in delight, toeing your shoes off as you walk over to the boys. You sit next to them on the bed, smiling sweetly as you watch Remus turn Barty into a mess. 

He hates it. He hates Lupin. And he hates that he loves him and this too. And he hates that his beautiful, perfect, darling treasure is doing nothing to save him from this dire situation. 

"You look pretty look this, Bee." You swipe a streak of acid green hair off his damp forehead. He's frowning in the most pretty and dramatic way, something that’s a feat in itself considering Barty’s expressions towards you are never negative. 

"Tres, I'm being mauled by this beast you call a boyfriend," he whines gruffly, fists banging on Remus's hips behind him. It's no use, the headlock Remus has him in leaves little room for fighting. "Why aren't you helping?!" 

You chuckle and shrug. "I don't really see a problem here, Bee." 

He lets out a dramatic groan, though he can’t help but feel warmth swirling in his chest at the sight of your pleased expression. 

Remus's arm teasingly tightens around his neck to cut off some of his air supply. 

"B-Beast!" He growls, but his voice sounds awfully out of breath and tinted with pleasure. 

"Mhm. Let it out, baby," Remus coos against Barty's temple, his hips snapping forward to roll his cock between Barty's cheeks. 

Barty released a strangled gasp, his hands flying to Remus's forearm and squeezing desperately. His own cock is rubbing against the bedspread with every roll of Remus's hips and and the delectable friction is driving him mad. But he refuses to say please or beg in any form to get the teasing to end. 

"What got you in this situation, anyway?" You quirk a curious eyebrow, falling to your side with your elbow propped up on the bed, your head resting on your hand while you watch. 

"Junior said I couldn't pin him," he chuckles. "Said and I quote, '"what use is it being a werewolf if you don't even have werewolf strength,"' he mimics Barty's maniacal, taunting tone before tugging at Barty's ear with his teeth.

An amused giggle escapes your lips and Barty glares at you. "Wow, Bee. Riling him up on purpose, huh?" 

"No!" He insists.

"M'yeah. Sure you weren't, baby," you nod your head knowingly. 

Another deep roll of Remus's hips has him squeezing his eyes shut. 

Barty's face twists up and his hands reach down to try and unbuckle his belt, desperate for a semblance of touch on his bare cock. Unfortunately for him, your hands are quick to catch his wrists and wordlessly cast a binding spell. 

"Tres!" He groans. 

"What?" You smile at him sweetly. 

"He's gonna cum soon. Can feel him getting all tense. You really did it with the hand binding, Dovey," Remus winks at you. 

Barty growls. "Shut up, Lupin! I don't need to c-cum." 

You roll onto your front, propping your face up with your hands as you pout at him sweetly, batting your eyelashes. "Why not, baby? You don't want to cum for us?" 

Barty's eyes widen at your sweet tone and he swallows thickly. "Treasure..." his tone softens considerably.

"Hmm?" 

He groans, always one to give into his perfect darling’s wants and desires. "F-Fine. I'll cum for you, tres but not, Lupin." 

"So mean to me," Remus muses into the crook of Barty's neck, his arm tightening around the front of his throat as he rolls his hips deep. 

Barty can feel his balls tightening under his clothes. His shoulders shudder as he feels the overwhelming heat in his gut start to send numbing tingles through his legs, dancing up to his groin. "Fuck! I'm gonna-" 

"Hmm? You're gonna what, Junior? Speak up," Remus taunts. 

"F-Fuck you, Lupin," he wheezes as he tries to hold back as long as his body will allow him.

"Yeah, I'd like to. Bet you're all tight from how wound up you are. Would have to work you open real good first. Have your Treasure play with your cock while I do. Would you like that, baby?" Remus coos dirty talk into the shell of Barty's ear. 

The pet name and Remus acknowledging you as his Treasure sends him over the edge. Barty chokes on air, jaw going slack, body shuddering as he releases rope after rope of thick cum into his boxers and trousers. 

He thrashes slightly in Remus's grip, nerves alight as waves of white hot bliss wash over him. 

He feels hands on his body, softer, smaller hands soothing up his stomach and petting his face. His wrists are suddenly unbound, free to hang limp in front of him.

Remus's hips slowly come to a halt, a pleased smirk on his lips as he gently kisses Barty's cheek and jaw, loosening his grip as Barty's high fades. He gently maneuvers him to lay on his back on the bed, and Barty lets him. 

"You okay, sweetheart?" Remus's voice has softened considerably, his hand combing through Barty's sweaty locks as he leans over his tired form.

Barty manages a weak glare. "Don't talk to me." 

And Remus just smiles wide, leaning down to pull him into a kiss. 

Barty's body slumps into it, kissing back with little hesitation. 

You watch the sight with lovesick eyes. 

After a few moments Remus pulls back and pats Barty's hip as he straightens up. "You're alright." 

Barty huffs and rolls over to stuff his face in your stomach. "That beast tried to kill me, Tres," he whines. 

Your hands slip into his locks and comb through them as you console him. "Oh, I know. Big Bad Wolf has it out for you, hm?" You and Remus eye each other with amusement. But with the way he's smirking down at you, awfully predatorily, cock still hard and bulging through his trousers, you have a sneaking suspicion that he's out to get you next. 

Your heart gets caught in your throat, thighs twitching under Barty’s head as the heat in your core kicks up. You lean down towards his ear, whispering loud enough for Remus to hear too. "I'm afraid I'm about to be his next victim, darling." 

Barty’s head peaks out, eyeing up Remus. "You should know by now, Treasure, we're never safe from his sick desires,” he sneers affectionately.

And the wolfish smirk on Remus's lips widens tenfold.

[moonysraygun]

Nothing just Regulus having a crush on Lily and telling himself it's just jealousy because he also has a crush on James and James has a crush on Lily but little does Regulus know James has a crush on him too and Lily finds both James and Regulus extremely attractive.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 19 - Grave

Wolfstar, March 19, word count 232

Previous part First part

Remus couldn’t stand the grave faces staring at him, so he’d used Barty to break the tension. Barty had been surprisingly sweet to him. Remus didn’t want to use the word love, but he did love Barty, at least as a friend. Even if he was an insane gremlin pretending to be human. 

He started to feel a few twinges of pain. He winced as he tried to make himself more comfortable. 

“Do you want me to get the nurse?” Sirius murmured into his ear. Remus felt a rush of gratitude for Sirius. The others were celebrating the news Sirius had come back with. Walburga and Orion were in custody. Moody had promised to keep them in the loop. Remus was sure they’d be sending someone in soon to take his statement. “Remus?” Remus blinked and then remembered that Sirius had asked him a question. Another twinge of pain shot through him.

“Yes, please,” he gasped. Sirius leaned over him and kissed his undamaged cheek before disappearing out the door again and coming back with a cheery-looking nurse who gave him another dose of painkiller. He sunk back into the pillow as it kicked in and watched Barty teasing Evan. Lily leaned against James as he whispered something in her ear, a soft smile played across her lips and Sirius, who held his hand so gently and had eyes only for him. 

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[z-eel]

Hi! I’d love to see more bff Mary and Remus, royalty of Gryffindor tower, both bisexual besties, optionally both casanova and even maybe fwb? 😬👉👈

oh anon, i fuck with this hard. this ones for you, darling.

Casanova, What Casanova?

[anon request : Mary & Remus friendship]

CASANOVA REMUS | REMUS & MARY | WC : 1.9k

this is such a cute and wholesome friendship, i love them now. fyi, this has some fwb Remus x Mary but nothing to detailed. it's up to interpretation on any other ships (it's a little rushed near the end because I didn't know how to end it)

"It's a stupid title."

As most things in the Gryffindor tower it started off as a joke. It was the four marauders sitting in the common room, Peter working on his next chess move while Remus read as he waited. James and Sirius had been bickering over which one of them was the most attractive, well most wanted in Sirius words, but when Lily entered the common room their question was now directed at her.

That's when it all really started, the beginnings of a title that haunted Remus in his sleep.

“What about you Evans, if you could choose one of us to sleep with who would it be?”

“Oh, Remus, for sure.”

And that cemented it all.

The start of a quest for an answer only James and Sirius cared about.

It went on for weeks, James and Sirius asking every Gryffindor in their year went on to be asking everyone in the year above, followed by the year below.

The number of people who preferred Remus over the other marauders grew until in a fit of desperation Sirius began asking the fourth years. Luckily James had managed to stop him before he completely embarrassed himself.

“I just don't get why Moony won of all people. I mean look at him.”

“Thanks Padfoot.”

“No offense intended to Moons, I just don't understand.”

“Mate, have you seen Moony? I'm honestly surprised we didn't consider him a bigger opponent from the beginning.”

“Do you two just enjoy speaking about me as if I weren't here?”

They ignored him as they continued on with their conversation. Barely even acknowledged when Peter entered the dorm room to sit at the end of Remus’ bed.

“Mate, did you know you're being called the ‘Casanova of Gryffindor Tower’?

That was the moment Remus could clearly say it all went down hill.

-☆-

Remus sighed as Mary kissed down his neck. A soft bite followed by a gentle kiss. She repeated the action over and over the further down she went.

Her skin warm and her lips sticky with the gloss she loved to wear that always tasted of strawberries. She wasn’t possessive, had no need to be, but always commented on how good Remus wore messy lip gloss.

Remus closed his eyes, tried to concentrate on the feeling of her fingers trailing down his chest, but instead found himself letting out a frustrated sigh.

“Remus, love, are you with me?” Mary sat up on top of him. Her face close to his as she gently whispered her question. A single finger pressing on the center of his forehead to let him know he had her complete attention.

“Sorry Mary, I'm just out of it, I think.” He rubbed his eyes once before he finally looked at her. Her brown eyes were furled in concern but it didn't pull anything from her beauty, because Mary Macdonald was beautiful in every sense of the word.

Also considered the ‘Casanova of Gryffindor Tower’, Mary was exactly what a person dreamed of. Beauty and wit, unmatched by any other. Even Remus placed below her in the desirable scale, but she always wore that title like a crown. Wore it like it was her right, as if it was only a courtesy to those who were unaware of her true value.

He wondered how she did it?

“Does being called ‘Casanova of Gryffindor Tower’ mean anything to you?”

There was a tilt to her head followed by a twitch of her lips. “It means I get to have Remus Lupin whenever I want.” Her words were followed by a slow grind of her hips but Remus was quick to stop her by holding on to her waist.

“Mary.”

Her smile dimmed a little, “Okay, serious talk then.”

Remus rubbed his thumb in circles in appreciation.

“It's a stupid title your friends made back in sixth year that stuck. It's been nothing more than that and any value people add has nothing to do with me.”

“But doesn't it feel strange, as if you're pretending to be someone else?”

“Remus, are you pretending to be someone else?”

“No?”

Mary flicked his forehead causing Remus to cry out.

“Remus what could you possibly have to pretend for. People call you that because they think you're fit.”

“But why Mary, I mean, look at me?”

“I am.” She bit her lips and Remus rolled his eyes.

“Mary.”

“What do you want me to say Remus?” She smiled before she ran her hand down his hair. “You're handsome. People want you, and they like to add value to what they can't have. Makes them feel better for not being able to have it.”

“So you're telling me that it doesn't impact the way people interact with you.”

“Of course it does. Do you think it's easy to find someone who'll fuck you and not tell the whole bloody school that they got with the ‘Casanova of Gryffindor Tower’. It's really exhausting to sleep with anyone who isn't you.”

Remus groaned, “And that is exactly why I don’t want the damn thing. I would gladly hand it over to someone else if it meant not having them just see me as some stupid title.”

Mary stopped running her fingers through his hair.

“Remus, is there a particular reason you're asking?”

“No.” He avoided her eyes and Mary couldn't help but gasp.

“Remus Lupin, do you like someone?”

“No!”

“Godric, you do! Since when, and why didn't you tell me?”

Remus sighed, “It's not like I could do anything about it. I don't want someone to fall at my feet because I have some stupid title that basically states I'm the most wanted gryffindor.”

Mary hummed in agreement as she settled back down against Remus. “You could always tell me about them. There are some perks to being the school's gossip you know.”

Remus scoffed, “There is no way I'm saying a word about them.”

“Them? So you really don't want me to know. Okay then, let's go down the list of potential suitors I created to see if your special someone has been approved by me.”

“They need your approval?”

“Well as your best friend and the person who's currently sitting on top of you half naked I say yes, they very much do need my approval. Now play along.”

Remus rolled his eyes.

“Okay, my first choice is me.”

“You?”

Mary hummed, “I mean think about it. We're in the same year, good friends, both casanovas of the tower.”

At the last statement Remus raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah I know after what you just said I wouldn't qualify, but a girl can dream."

Another eye roll.

“My next choice would have to be Lily.”

“You'd let me date your best friend after sleeping with you for six months.”

“Obviously I'd have to cut your dick off for using Lily as a rebound, but if she were to come to you first I can't interfere or judge, she did develop a crush on Potter early in the year so I can't help her if she makes any mistakes.”

“So if Lily and I got together it would be a mistake?”

“Don't put words into my mouth Lupin.”

“But you just–”

“Next would be Peter, and before you ask it's because he's sweet with you. His face gets all scrunched up when he's playing chess and it's absolutely adorable. You two enjoy a lot of the same things and he would be a good partner for you.”

“Are you sure you're not the one who fancies Peter?”

“Shut up, I'm talking. After Peter, I would have to say Sirius, but only because he has these sudden moments of obsession. I swear to you it's like clock work, at least once a month he's like a rabid dog when it comes to you.”

Remus couldn't help but laugh, “Yeah, Pads can be a little protective. Now tell me why James would be left at the bottom of your list.”

“Oh that because I genuinely believe he'll date Sirius before he'll ever date you."

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“It's nothing against you Remus. It's just that if James was to date anyone other than Lily it would be Sirius.”

“Way to crush my hope, Mary.”

“You know I'm joking, plus I still have one final person to consider.”

“I'm assuming you left the best for last right.”

Mary hummed, “My final choice: Regulus.”

“Black?”

“Do you know any other?”

Remus stared at his friend in confusion.

“Why him of all people?”

Mary adjusted herself so that she was once again sitting up properly against Remus.

“The drama, Remus, think of all the drama.”

Remus laughed at her outcry. “Okay then, what brought me and my best friend's little brother together?”

“Easy, you two are prefects, meaning you patrol together. Now your attraction to each is sparse. You deny that you feel anything for him because he is your best friend's little brother, oh, but he has a soft side. He's misunderstood, he's nothing like Sirius makes him out to be.”

Remus laughs and Mary just pinches his stomach before she continues on with her story.

“And maybe one night you brush hands and he blushes and you think, ‘he's so beautiful, but I can't have him’. It's forbidden, how could you ever see yourself betray your best friend just to have his little brother who he claims to hate.”

“Is there an end to this?”

She pinched him again but laughing herself, “Shut up, I'm almost done. Then one night it happens, he confesses his undying love for you and you must decide should you follow the temptation he represents or stay loyal to the friend that is like a brother to you. But he gives you no chance to think, because he kisses you. Deep and passionate and nothing like you've ever experienced before and that is when you come to accept ‘Mary was right, he is the one i love’. Then there's the sneaking in between class, the dry humping during patrols, the sex, the reveal, the heartbreak, the reunion and then the happily ever after.”

“You've thought about that a lot haven't you?”

Mary shrugged, “I mean if I had to lose you to someone I wouldn't be disappointed if it were to Black.”

“Sirius or Regulus?”

“Either, you’ld be fulfilling one of my fantasies."

“Seeing me with another man?”

Mary hummed, as she ran her hair through his hair causing chills to run down his body. Her mouth pressed softly against his jaw. “Seeing you with any other good looking person. Everyone wants to see it. whether it's me or one of the Black brothers or some other student.”

Her fingers left his hair and ran down his arms as she continued with the soft press of her lips.

“They say Evan Rosier and Barty Crouch are the cassanovas of their respective houses. Maybe you should try seeing what it's like to be with them.”

Remus lifted his head to look at her properly.

“And why would I do that?”

“Experience, diversity, I don't know Remus. Being with me all the time has to get a little boring.”

“I would never consider you boring Mary."

“Oh please, as a best friend you have to say that.”

Remus smiled, “Do you want me to show you instead?”

Mary could only laugh as Remus flipped their positions to better focus his attention on her.

i might have gone a little overboard with the moonwater but i did say they have engulfed my brain. anyways hoped you enjoy.

[cels-not-so-secret-love-affair]

hit me! (moonkiller, wolfstar)

a/n: touching on a rarepair with a tiiiny bit of moonkiller. this one was prompted by a friend, who sent a headcanon that i thought was pretty fun and ended up writing. unforch we cannot figure out which blog it came from because it was reposted sans credit, so if you think you know where it comes from please do lmk. wolfstar at the end, but you kind of have to imagine your own resolution.

Remus cannot say with complete honesty that he didn’t mean to punch Barty Crouch Jr. But maybe not quite so hard.

It’s all a bit of a blur, really. One minute Barty is stood in front of Remus, laughing loudly in that rather unattractive manner of his and spewing the typical heinous shit about blood purity, and the next he’s notably absent from the space in which he once was, in a turn of events that it seems is bafflingly not unrelated to the fact that Remus’ knuckles are now smarting with an unfamiliar pain. Remus blinks. He then makes the horrible mistake of looking down.

‘Jesus fuck,’ he remarks. Barty, now sprawled out on the floor with a bloody nose and seeming equally unsure as to how he got himself into this situation, blinks back up at him. It takes a good few moments of stunned silence before Remus jolts his brain back into being able to speak again. He reckons his eyebrows must have flown clean off his face.

‘Fucking- I’m… sorry, mate, I, er- well, I really didn’t know I could do that. Are you alright? I mean of course you’re not, you’re… there, but erm. Do you want…a hand?’ He sticks out an arm somewhat awkwardly. Looking very dazed and a little bit overcome, Barty accepts it and hauls himself to his feet. They stare at each other, still grasping each others forearms. A voice interrupts them.

‘Bloody hell, Moony. How’d you manage that then?’, says James. Barty promptly drops Remus’ hand as if it has spontaneously combusted, and takes several panicked steps backwards seeming suddenly cognisant of the existence of other people. Remus turns to answer his friend.

‘I don’t have a clue,’ he says plainly. He’s telling the truth. He then swivels back round to his unwitting victim, who’s glaring past him at the other three Marauders with his hackles raised.

‘Erm. You need to go to the hospital wing. You need to go and see Madam Pomfrey.’ Barty juts out his chin in defiance.

‘I’m not a fucking pansy, Lupin.’

‘I’m sure that’s true. But you’re, uh, you’re bleeding. Quite profusely.’ Remus steps forward to swipe Barty’s lip with his thumb. When he withdraws it, it’s slick with red, and he wiggles it matter-of-factly in Barty’s face to prove his point. Barty looks positively dizzy at this, and Remus wonders with some concern and disbelief if there’s a possibility he might be concussed.

Mercifully, it’s at that moment that Regulus manages to push his way through the small crowd that’s begun to form around the boys. He scowls fiercely in the general direction of… well, everyone really, steadfastly ignores his brother, and roughly seizes the arm of his reeling best mate with a disapproving tsk.

‘What in Merlin’s name just happened?’, he hisses through gritted teeth.

‘I just got socked in the face by Remus fucking Lupin,’ Barty grins dopily, a strange sort of giddiness overtaking him as he’s frogmarched ungraciously off in the general direction of the hospital wing. ‘I think he might have broken my nose.’

Remus does not, it turns out, get himself in any trouble whatsoever for assaulting a fellow pupil. The last he hears of it is that Crouch - for whatever curious and unknowable reason - is stubbornly refusing to dob him in. He’s certainly not about to confess his crime himself and make an even bigger scene out of what’s already happened, so Remus simply keeps his head down, does his homework, and refuses to mention the incident ever again with a religious commitment. He hypothesises privately that the strength of the punch might have been something to do with his furry little problem (due to it happening in the run up to a full moon), but largely it’s forgotten, in part due to the ever-ending marching forward of school life and in part due to the fact that despite all the Marauders witnessing it, no one can quite get it to compute in their heads that Remus Lupin would shatter someone’s nose. It does change things though. Just a bit. Barty, whilst not someone who could ever really be called gentlemanly, becomes disturbingly less dickish (at least, in Remus’ case - he doesn’t appear to make the exception for anyone else). Hexes suddenly start missing by a hair’s width, and if there’s one thing Barty Crouch Jr is in life it’s a damn good shot, so the only possible explanation is that it’s deliberate. Else, Remus is beginning to enjoy an exceptionally unusual lucky streak. James jokes to him in the common room one night that maybe Barty’s sweet on him. It’s just an offhand crack, and Peter laughs uproariously at it, almost knocking over his chess board. Sirius however only scowls, and sinks lower into his chair.

The whole affair really doesn’t come up again after that though. At least, not until the party. It’s in the Ravenclaw tower, which is technically neutral ground, and means that Gryffindors and Slytherins alike must reluctantly agree to tolerate each other for a couple of hours if they fancy getting drunk. Which, being teenagers, they often tend to. Remus doesn’t want to go initially. But he doesn’t want to be left out either, and James is going, so Sirius is going, so Peter is going, and not going would make him more of a loser than he already is - and a lonely loser at that - so he goes. He goes and gets shitfaced. Which isn’t his intention, at least not initially. But shitfaced he ends up, and he’s having a grand old time - provided he puts his creaky old bones and unfinished Transfiguration essay out of his mind for the time being. Someone’s chucked on some music and turned it up to eleven, and the corners of everything are too warm and fuzzy as Remus makes his way through the heat and the crowd. He flops down haphazardly onto a royal blue sofa nearer the back of the common room. A sofa which, apparently, already has an occupant.

‘Enjoying the party, Lupin?’ Barty Crouch Jr is leant back attractively in the seat beside him and is regarding him with intrigue. Remus wonders faintly how he managed to miss a whole entire human on first glance, and blinks. Barty just grins at him. He looks slightly crazed, and very drunk, and for a moment Remus feels his muscles tense under his gaze, but he seems harmless enough and so he lets him look.

‘S’alright,’ he replies, a tad unsure.

‘You been abandoned?’

‘Not particularly. Just felt like some time spent away, y’know?’

‘Oh, sure. So you came to spend it with me instead, then?’ A wild, delighted flash passes through Barty’s eyes.

‘I, erm. I didn’t actually know you were sitting here.’

‘I’m wounded. Here I was thinking I might have a chance.’ Barty is sort of slurring his words, but its clear that underneath that slight trouble with his pronunciation he’s trying to sound charming, somehow. It kind of works, but then again, Remus’ judgement is impaired. He’s conscious that he’s sweating.

‘You want a chance with me, huh?’

‘Wouldn’t mind one. I’ve a thing for you, Lupin. Ever since you punched my face in.’ He gives an overexaggerated wink. Remus huffs an uncharacteristic laugh.

‘Of course that’s what you find fucking attractive.’

‘Watch it. That’s foul language you’re using there.’

‘Yeah? What’re you going to do about it?’

‘Er, probably snog you, if I’m thinking about it. Yeah. Definitely think I’d snog you.’

‘Go on, then.’

The kiss is hard and messy. Remus wraps his hand around the neck of Barty’s poorly knotted tie to yank him in closer, until they just sort of crash into each other, clumsy and reckless and intense. Remus forgets his surroundings pretty much instantaneously. Its hard to focus properly on the party when hands are tangled in his hair and thrusting up his shirt. Barty is exceptionally greedy with his touches, running his long, wicked fingers across Remus’ abs and pressing their bodies closer together with a less then graceful rush. Remus’ head is spinning. He reckons he might just fall off the couch at this point, but he’s past caring. It feels good, in a new, thrilling, terrifying sort of way. He’d never have planned it, especially not with Barty, but the fact that its happening is gorgeously overwhelming. These are the kisses he hasn’t been getting. Sloppy, maybe, but born out of want and of listening to it.

They don’t get much time together, however. Sooner or later Barty’s being forcibly dragged (or pushed - he can’t tell) off of him and they have to break it off. Then Remus’ arm is practically being wrenched out of its socket, and he’s tugged unceremoniously into the world of those standing up, where he sways dubiously. He turns around to see Sirius seething at him.

‘We’re getting the fuck out of here. Now.’ Remus tries to protest, but its too late, and he’s stumbling out of the open door to the hallway after Sirius before he can so much as blink.

‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?’, Sirius snaps once they’re properly alone, almost biting out his words as they tumble vicious and enraged from his mouth.

‘What I want to,’ says Remus, looking indignant.

‘Making out with fucking Barty Crouch? That’s what you want to do, is it? Fucking hell, Moony, I don’t know how you didn’t vomit. And in front of everyone too? Flaunting it? Are you literally clinically insane?’

‘No one was paying attention to us. He said he was into me - I decided to act on it. What’s it got to do with you, anyway? Shouldn’t you be snogging some girl of your own?’

‘Don’t you dare try to deflect this back onto me, you evil fucking git. You knew what you were doing. I can’t get over- Barty? Barty fucking Crouch?’ Sirius doesn’t seem far off from grabbing Remus by the shoulders and shaking him.

‘Well, who else am I supposed to get off with? You’re too much of a fucking coward to kiss me, least of all like that. If you’re not going to admit how you feel then I might as well move on, and since you don’t own me, I can do it with anyone I goddamn please.’

‘Is that a dare?’ His voice is suddenly very quiet.

‘What do you- mmph!’, is all Remus can manage, before he’s being kissed for the second time that night, with equal or maybe even increased intensity compared to the last. This one is even briefer, angrier, and entirely more world-shaking.

‘There! I admit it, okay? I’m in love with you. That what you wanted?’ Remus can only stand stunned and shaky before his friend. Nothing comes out of his open mouth.

‘Ugh. Go to fucking hell, Moons!’, Sirius spits, before turning around and storming off.

[catcheroflies]

i need those like uncommon but like not so uncommon that theres no fics for that ship give me your guilty pleasure but heres specific give me some moonwater, wolfstarbucks, prongsfoot, moonchaser moonkiller pleasee

[losver07]

hmmmm yall might be getting a new tvs chapter today.... in a couple of hours.......

update: I AM TIRED im going to sleep and youll get it in like 8-12 hours i just cant bring myself to think rn lmaooo (also idk where my glasses are so i dont see shit) luv you and i really think its 100% ready for tomorrow aaaaa <3

[grimsneverendingfuneral]

watermelon cherry ghost town fantasy

Remus x Barty / mature / oneshot / 4.4k words

Remus and Barty share three things: a mild disinterest towards life and its eccentricities, a weed addiction, and a love for Yung Lean.

A tale in which Barty comes to find he likes the smell of watermelon gum within the confines of Remus' shitty 2005 Toyota Corolla.

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Watermelon gum.

Makes Barty’s mouth water, lips parted, he keeps chuckling, adrift in some altered state where he and Remus are just alright, just whatever they are, not so much friends, not quite acquaintances, not even two people who could particularly spend copious amounts of time together in any sort of intimate way, like this, sitting privately in a dark car filled with smoke and Yung Lean, modern Mozart turned bubblegum.

Remus’ eyes dart, flit to him, then at the finished joint pinched between his fingers, then back up at him. He swallows, adam’s apple bobbing, and Barty frowns, narrows his eyes, tongues at his lip ring. “Watermelon gum?” His own voice sounds muffled.

Remus shifts slightly in his seat, turns toward him, leans in with a slight grimace. “Huh?”

“You smell like– Watermelon. Gum.”

Remus’ eyes lower, cheeks flushing. “Oh yeah?” He says with slight amusement. “I don’t know. Yeah. I think it’s– Watermelon.”

[heaven4lostgirls]

prompt: more @moonkillermicrofic wc: 541

“Barty, Yes.”

“Barty, No.”

“Yes!”

“No!”

Their argument is drawing attention, wixen alike all turning to see what commotion has been made inside Honeydukes.

Remus refuses to make eye contact with anyone other than the green haired Slytherin in front of him.

Aforementioned green haired Slytherin stands with his hands filled with assorted chocolates and sweets alike with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

“We don’t need them!” Remus pleads, eyes widening in what he hopes is satisfactory enough to be called a ‘kicked puppy’ expression.

“You don’t get to decide that!” Barty replies cheerfully, grabbing more of Remus’ favourite sweets and chocolates and making his way to the till.

Remus trods after him, dragging his feet and resisting the urge to whine about how unfair the situation is.

It’s not that Remus is ashamed of the fact that he comes from significantly less money, it’s more-so the principle of the argument.

Remus isn’t used to handouts or being spoilt, and he doesn’t think he’ll get used to it anytime in the future.

“Why can’t you just get me a couple sweets like a normal person?” Remus whispers harshly, albeit with no actual anger behind his voice.

If anything he seems a bit embarrassed.

Barty levels him with a stink eye and a displeased turn of his lips.

“Don’t compare me to other people, they wish they were me.” Barty sniffs haughtily and Remus would like to believe that he’s entirely joking if not for the flicker of determination behind the silver eyes of the younger boy.

“There’s not even room in our dorms to store any of these” Remus complains as they shuffle closer to the till.

Barty turns to him, sharply enough that it has some of the candy in his arms falling out and rolling away from them.

Remus is about to bend down, horrid joints be damned, to pick up the lost candy before Barty tuts with a shake of his head.

He silently casts a charm to levitate all of the dropped candy back into his arms.

Remus looks at him, unamused as Barty only levels him with a hard look.

“I know what you’re doing” Barty states and Remus’ brows furrow in confusion.

“What?” He asks perplexed.

“Let me spoil you, your world isn’t going to implode just because I bought you some sweets of which I have every right to do” Barty says, cool and detached demeanor as always but there’s a troubled look in his eyes.

As if he’s biting back frustration to let Remus know just how much self control he’s actually exhibiting by only buying him a lifetime supply of candy.

Remus sighs, weary and slightly upset.

He shrugs as his mouth unhelpfully ticks up in a short smile, “Okay,” he relents and Barty’s tense form softens at the acquiescence.

They don’t speak until they’ve paid for the candy and have made their way out of the door, Barty’s one hand filled with a large bag charmed to feel weightless carrying their candy as his other hand is intertwined with Remus’.

“Thank you Bee, love you” Remus whispers as he tugs Barty’s hand up to press a chaste kiss onto his knuckles.

Barty only squeezes his hand tighter in his grip.

[risetherivermoon]

i have such a complex au idea for a moonkiller fic..but im obsessed with it

their dynamic in it is fun okay, 😒

[hexa-ro]

Plz don’t ask what came over me, I have no idea…

Moonkiller Micro Fic, 240 word count, Corporate!AU, Subordinate!Barty x Boss!Remus

“Crouch!” A voice barks across the office.

He looks up, eyes immediately zeroing in on the space beside the lifts.

Remus Lupin stands just at the edge of a cluster of cubicles, steadily marching toward him with a stack of bright green copies clutched in his hand.

“What the fuck did I tell you about using colored paper you gods damned prick,” he all but spits, shoving the papers down onto the corner of the L shaped desk Barty’s sitting at. “Even Potter hands me half decent reports, Crouch. This is embarrassing,” he rolls his eyes, propping an elbow onto the top part of the cubicle, looking down at him over the rim of his glasses.

Barty gulps. Insults from Remus always make him blush down to his toes, but he’d been expecting this one. The green paper wasn’t a new shtick, just the most reoccurring on his checklist titled “ways to get Lupin to call me an idiot in that vitriolic, sexy way.”

“Mr. Lupin, my apologies,” Barty tries to keep the excited quiver in his voice to a minimum, but he must fail. “I must’ve forgot to switch the paper before printing again.”

“You’re useless,” Remus looks down his nose at him, peering over the top of his glasses again. “There’s no way I can hand these over to the client. Send them back within the hour and deliver them personally, seems we need to have another talk.”

[dragonchicken]

Let me tell you

Starkiller had been consuming my waking thoughts for the last 24 hours.

THEY HAVE SO MUCH POTENTIAL WHY DID EVERYONE SETTLE FOR WOLFSTAR

So now I’m going to be ranking my favorite ships by character in order

James:

Starchaser (Jegulus, my loves)

Prongsfoot (I am not apologizing)

Moonchaser (this is a recent discovery but I am absolutely in love)

Sunrose (also recently but it totally makes sense)

Sunkiller (no comment)

Jily

Jegulily (no hate because the fics are good but in my head Regulus and Lily can not share James it’s not possible)

Sirius:

Wolfstar (end game)

Sunkiller (THINK PEOPLE)

Prongsfoot (like… they kissed at least once right?)

Those are the only ones I know

Remus:

Wolfstar (endgame)

Moonwater (they are so totally best friends after they break up)

Moonchaser (they are so pretty)

Moonkiller (I can ship Barty with a wall fr)

Moonrose (they are weirdly similar and I will not take corrections on this)

Regulus:

Starchaser (they are so end game coded)

Moonwater (brothers best friend to boyfriend to best friend pipeline)

Bartylus (also starkiller? But yea)

Rosewaterkiller (they hooked up a few times at least)

Rosewater (my cute boys who bond over befriending a psycho)

Jegulily (already said what needed to be said)

Evan:

Rosekiller (endgame)

Rosewater (imagine the wack ass fuck adventures these two awkward people embark on)

Rosewaterkiller (it was an age of discovery for all)

Sunrose (evan only did it to make Barty jealous)

Moonrose

Barty:

Rosekiller (endgame)

Starkiller (again, the potential these two rich spoiled brats have

Moonkiller (lasted two weeks)

Sunkiller (Barty and James are so different that it would either REALY work or not work at all)

Rosewaterkiller (psycho but loves his boys)

Bartylus (they are straight capping they do not love each other they are making people jealous)

Peter:

Asexual and I will NOT take criticism on this sorry.

[l1ve-l4ugh-lov3craft]

okay i'm not usually one for remus x barty (moonkiller?) but i just found this fic on ao3???

and it's kinda just porn with plot but it's remus and barty hooking up and toootally Not Dating to try and get over respective other crushes but then it backfires and it's

*chef's kiss*

[chlobliviate]

A week late, but it’s def Friday so it’s fine 😂 five for Friday! Thanks for the tag @missmoonfrost

Here are five lines from the upcoming Love Actually multiship fic, and if you need an idea of how unserious the whole thing is going to be… well. Here it is.

The music cut out.

“Min, you did it again. It’s Christmas, not love, remember?” Poppy’s voice came over the talkback mic.

“Yes, yes, Poppy, I’m aware. I’m just so familiar with the original.” Minerva snapped. “Let’s go again.”

Poppy nodded and the sound engineer hit record again.

“I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes.” She tried to clear her mind of the word love, she could do this, “Love is all around me, and so the… oh fuck wank bugger shitting arse head and hole!” She roared, slamming the headphones to the ground.

Open to anyone who wants to share 5 lines. @equippedtolove @brandileigh2003 @pain-in-the-riri and anyone else :)

Also I’d love to hear people guess which couple/character is going to be based on which from the original movie just out of interest. I haven’t included Laura Linney and her hot lil man and Martin Freeman and Joanna Page bc there were already SO MANY storylines! 😂 I finally got every character sorted earlier and it was a lot!! Obviously McGonagall as Billy Mack! 😂😂🥲🥲

Five for Friday

Got tagged by @mundrakan in what I suppose is sharing five sentences of a WIP.

Lily pointed an angry finger at Remus. “What have you done? I spent last night alone thanks to you.” “What?” “After my husband spent an hour on the phone with a heartbroken Sirius Black I told him to just go there.” He exasperatedly threw his hands in the air. “When I take him away from your gossip that’s no good, and when I’m part of your gossip that’s not good either?”

No pressure tags: @weirdtinkerbellversion @fictionalsimp09 @brandileigh2003 @chlobliviate @tracingpatternswrites

[cels-not-so-secret-love-affair]

o mary of mine (marylily)

a/n: irish catholic lily evans! and playing about with a sapphic angle for her. i’m neither irish nor catholic, but i am gay as hell, so hopefully that pulls through for me. very slight implied nsfw near the end. lots of christianity.

The fact that this is not the Mary Lily wants to be kneeling before most right now is precisely why she’s doing it.

It’s quiet in the cathedral. An awful, echoey, hollow quiet that reflects its nothingness back onto itself into infinity like a great big hall of silent mirrors. The sort of quiet that makes your head scream and your muscles tense because it feels like nowhere should ever or could ever be so deathly empty. It’s cold too. The tips of Lily’s fingers are almost freezing off. She tries to warm them by clasping her hands together tighter in prayer, but to no avail. Maybe never quite being able to rid the prickly chill from her bones is just God’s will. She keeps her eyes firmly shut and attempts desperately to ignore the impending sense of nausea brewing stormily in her stomach.

Everything’s just right. She’s confident about this - she could do this in her sleep, in death, even if she were ninety odd with a memory threatening to fail her. It’s ingrained in her bones by now, whether she likes it or not. But everything is also wholly, wholly wrong. Her head is bowed like it ought to be, but it’s not really in reverence. More because she can’t seem to bring herself to look her Blessed Virgin in the eyes when she’s like this. It’s strange. She always used to feel comforted by Mary. When she was very little she used to call her mammy. Mother. Something about such a beautifully holy woman had always resonated with her, beyond the many boring hours spent kicking her feet in mass and yawning her way through the hymns. In hindsight, she supposes bitterly, that was probably just another fucking warning sign. The comfort she used to bring Lily is absent now though, here in the cold and the quiet. The statue in front of her is just that, a statue. Lifeless and unfeeling and dead in the way that only things that have never quite been alive can be.

Her mind wanders. She doesn’t mean it to. She means to be disciplined. She means to pray properly and perfectly like she always has and ask God to guide her, or else simply do away with the whole wretched business and let her just return to how everything was before, before she’d let herself become sullied by feelings of all fucking things. But the brain is a traitorous bastard. And it is cold, and it is quiet, and not for the first time since Lily met her the girl proves to be far greater than her eponym. Mary. She slips smirking into Lily’s thoughts with alarming ease, the ghost of her touch sending shivers down her spine and electrifying every cell in her body. Images of her shift and swirl. At first they are innocent and true, memories of her unaltered by fantasy. The softness of her skin, her glossy brown ringlets, the warmth and unapologetic vivacity of her laugh ringing out like church bells across the morning dew. One moment she is speaking animatedly and bright-eyed about something she’s read in a magazine, the next, applying lip gloss before her compact. It’s that one that tips it. Suddenly, Lily’s mind swoops viciously into the realm of imagination, and against her will Mary is looking directly at her, tilting her head, advancing towards her. Her lips are pretty and plump and perfect and Lily wants nothing more than to try, to taste, to touch, to take. It’s no time at all before figmental fingers are feeling their way down between her thighs, and she can practically hear Mary’s sweetly melodic voice low and breathy in her ear, and the sensations are all impossibly real, and magical, and heady, and everything begins to edge terrifyingly into overwhelm and-

Lily counts three steps from the cathedral door before she is sick in the grass.