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summary: barty meets reader at convenience store after a small altercation

barty crouch jr x reader

wc: 793

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It was just about midnight; you were in the later hours of your shift. The fluorescent lights of the 24-hour convenience store buzzing like angry hornets with an occasional chime alerting you each time someone walks into the store. 

You were slumped behind the counter, your elbows resting against the table as you flipped through a raggedy magazine that has been here since you began working at the convenience store. 

Then the door chimed.

You glanced up from the magazine just as a tall figure stepped in. He wore an old black leather jacket, with a hoodie pulled up over his head beneath it. You couldn’t see his face but watched as he went towards the refrigerators. 

You went back to your magazine, pretending to read it but tracked his reflection over the security mirrors. He grabbed something and turned back towards the counter.

“Pack of Marlboro reds,” the man spoke as he set the energy drink on the counter, his voice was rough- the kind that lingers in your chest.

You looked up from your magazine as he spoke. Oh hell, his face was a mess; his lip was split, and a fresh bruise was forming across his right cheekbone. You looked at his knuckles- which were also a mess just as his face. Yet he let out a small grin when he noticed you looking. 

You raised your eyebrows, “You look like shit,” the words slipped out before you could stop them. To be fair it was about midnight, and you were exhausted.

“Sorry,” you backtrack after a beat of silence, and quickly turn back to grab his cigarettes. 

His lips curled. Not quite a smile but not quite a wince, “you should see the other guy.” 

“Did you win?” you place his cigarettes on the counter and begin to ring his stuff up. What are you doing? You don’t know this man, you don’t even know how he got these bruises.

“Depends. You count not being arrested as winning?” He chuckles, but winces as it pulls on his injuries. He took his wallet out of his pocket, paying for his stuff.

“Yes. What’d you do anyway? Owe someone money?” I turn around to grab a pack of ice from the freezer, sliding it over the counter. 

He could’ve told you the truth. Some red-faced drunk was leaning over the bar, spitting demands at the bartender. He had already been feeling on edge all day, however this drunkie just making it everyone’s business, he just lost it. 

“Nah, just felt like it,” He leaned on the counter, picking up and pressing the ice on his face.

You looked at him, inspecting him as he cooled his bruises. He was quite attractive beneath the bruises, well even the bruises provided a sort of edge that was quite attractive– the way his smirk tugged his split lip, the way his leather jacket creaked as he leaned against the counter

“You’re insane,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“Yeah,” he agreed, tiling his head, "But you’re still talking to me.”

“Well maybe I feel bad,” you lean forward, resting your chin on your hand.

He barked out a laugh and winced, pressing the ice harder against his skin, “Don’t. You really shouldn’t.”

The way he said it sent a shiver down your spine. He held the ice to his cheek, but his eyes stayed on you– lingering, tracing your lips before dragging back up.

He looked down at your name tag, “So, you always this friendly with customers, y/n?”

“Only the ones who get their asses kicked,” you shrug.

He pulls out his lighter, it's an old lighter, it had a serpent coiled around the dagger etched to the side. He lit up a cigarette in one smooth version, placing the cigarette on the counter.

“You smoke?” He reached across the counter and took a pen near the cash register, scribbling something on the back of his receipt before putting it back.

“Not with you,” you purse your lips but it was obvious you were just teasing.

“Smart,” he smirked, folding the receipt and placing it below his lighter on the counter.

Suddenly a loud honk was heard from outside, he groaned and stood back up picking up his cigarettes and his drink, “Alright, well, i’m out.”

“You forgot your lighter,” you call out before he exits the door.

He turns back around, throwing you one last smirk before he exits “Hold on to it, I'm sure I'll be back.”

He exits, the door chiming one last time. You slide the lighter closer to you, noticing the receipt below the lighter. You pick it up and unfold it

“If I’m still alive, call me - Barty” with a phone number written right below it. 

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Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist! This is where you can find everything I have written. It is still a work in progress but this is what I have so far. Hope you enjoy and thanks for being here!

Remus Lupin

Barty Crouch Jr.

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Barty Crouch Jr.

friends to lovers with barty

barty and reader meet cute at a convenience store

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Remus Lupin

remus waking up next to reader

friends to lovers? with remus

remus takes care of sick!reader

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Summary: remus takes care of sick!reader

Remus Lupin x reader

wc: 568

a/n: for my own pleasure after being sick for the past few days

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Remus had noticed it since the day before, the paleness of your face and the sudden constant sneezing. You had just shrugged it off as allergies, busy with work and errands you did not have enough time in the day to think much of it.

That night, you had spent most of it tossing and turning, your clogged nose not allowing you to breathe properly. Each breath felt more and more like a struggle, and the heat of a fever creeping up on your body.

So by the time morning rolled around it was no surprise that you were barely able to get up from bed, your body felt weak, your face flushed with a high fever. You felt completely miserable, and every attempt to stand up only left you feeling dizzy.

Remus had gotten up quietly to not disturb you. He moved swiftly through the kitchen, putting together a soothing herbal tea that he had made for himself whenever he was ill. He poured the tea into your favorite mug and carefully walked back to the bedroom. He opened the door as quietly as he could, not sure if you had fallen back asleep.

The room was quite dark, the curtains were shut letting minimal light in so that it didn’t aggravate your aching head. He could hear your breathing, shallow and unsteady.

“Hey, love,” Remus' voice was gentle and quiet as he walked through the room. Noticing how quick you’d sat up on the bed, too quick he could see the pain that it had caused you, “Easy there.”

He walked over to your side of the bed, placing the tea on the nightstand before placing a hand on your forehead to check your temperature, “You’re burning up, love.”

“I’m fine, it's just a cold,” you say, although even you don't sound too convinced, “Just need to rest.”

“You're not fine. Here drink this, it'll help with the fever,” he hands you the tea, which you gladly take.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, not quite sure if you’re apologizing for your sickness or that now he is stuck taking care of you and tending to you all day.

“For what?” he smiled softly, pushing a strand of hair away from your hair as you drank your tea, “You have nothing to be sorry for. I love taking care of you.”

“Just try and rest,” he pulled the blankets around your shoulder, making sure you kept warm. He placed a comforting kiss on your forehead, and then one on the corner of your lips

“Remus- you’re going to get sick too if you do that,” you whisper, eyes flicking up to meet his.

He chuckled softly, shaking his head and reaching to kiss your temple, “I’ll be fine. I can handle a bit of sickness from my favorite girl, yeah?”

You smile at his words, placing the mug back on the nightstand, “I love you,” you murmur, your voice soft with drowsiness.

“I love you more, love” he smiles, helping you settle back into the pillows, “Do you need anything else?”

You shake your head, a small smile tugging at your lips, “Just stay with me.”

With that, Remus climbs back into bed next to you. He pulls the duvet over you both, you nestling into him. You close your eyes, the warming presence next you helping you relax your muscles and slowly lulling you back to sleep.

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Heavy [Barty Crouch Jr. x Reader]

Summary Barty can’t stay from you but has a weird way of showing it

wc: 1.6k

cw: Barty and his mind games, unclear intentions, kissing, ending doesn’t provide much comfort, Barty being confusing, distress

“You’re awfully quiet tonight,” You felt Pandora's eyes on you, her voice calm but tinged with something observant, “Are you alright?”

You shrugged, trying to play it off because truthfully you had no reason to feel upset, or at least you thought so, “Just tired, I guess.”

You tried to sound convincing enough, and maybe you would’ve if it were anyone else, “Well, I won’t make you talk. But if you want to talk…”

“I’m fine, honestly,” you pursed your lips, looking around the common room, “I’m just not feeling the party tonight”

“She won’t leave you alone until you say something.” Regulus teased, sitting down on the arm chair across, leaning back with his recently refilled drink in his hand.

“Oh shut up, I’m just looking out for our friend, unlike some people.” Pandora rolls her eyes, though there is no real bite to her words.

Regulus lets out a quiet, half-amused chuckle at her words before they begin joking and bickering once again. However, in that moment you felt a familiar presence settling next to you. The music seemed to pump louder. You could feel the energy of the crowds that seemed to whirl with energy. Barty. You didn’t have to turn to even look at him to know it was him; you could feel his presence as he lowered himself beside you, his shoulder grazing yours slightly.

Your thoughts flashing between Barty and the strange distance you felt with him. He leaned closer than necessary- always too close and for way too long. His touch lingered, his fingers would sometimes brush yours or his hand rested way too casually behind you. It was subtle, but it always made you uneasy.

Sometimes you’d catch him staring at you from across the room, and he wouldn’t even bother to look away when you’d catch him staring. Some days he was “sweet”. But then, on other days he’d act like you were invisible, he wouldn’t even spare you a glance.

It was maddening. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint when things changed, but they did. And as time passed, it only made it harder to decipher his intentions. One moment, he could be all charm and confidence, wrapping his words around you like they were meant for you only. Then he’d pull away. It made you feel like a fool for even trying to understand him. You would tell yourself that it didn’t matter; that's how he'd always been. You didn’t have to figure him out, even though deep down you wanted to, you wanted more even though you were unsure if Barty was even capable of giving you more. That’s how it’d been with Barty recently.

“You don’t look like you’re having fun,” Barty teased, pulling you from your thoughts, his voice light but a flicker of something else in his eyes.

“I’m fine” you grumbled, shifting a bit uncomfortably and looking forward to the people dancing pretending to look interested, mostly trying not to lose it.

Barty notices your mood, but still doesn’t step back, “Oh come on, you look like someone pissed in your cereal,” He let out a breathy laugh, a smirk tugging his lips upward.

“I said I’m fine, Barty. Just not in the mood.” You roll your eyes.

“Not in the mood, huh?” He smirked, looking at you teasingly, “That’s a first.”

His eyes met yours, and you felt a pang of frustration, you weren’t in the mood, not tonight. Not for Barty and his stupid mind games. “You’re one to talk,” you shot back, feeling his attention on you that you desperately craved, “You’re the one who enjoys making everyone feel like they are a part of your little performance.”

“Maybe I just like an audience.” He smirked, leaning closer and his voice dropping, “Or maybe it's not just an act”

“If it’s not an act then what is it?” you asked, your voice more defensive than you originally intended.

He tilts his head, looking at you closely, studying you as if he is trying to read your mind, “Maybe I’m just trying to get your attention.”

“You have my attention” you said flatly, unsure where this was going.

“Not in the way I want it,” He says a bit too casually, but his face looks a bit contemplative.

You stare at him, confused and in disbelief. What does he mean? I thought you'd made it obvious that he had you. “Barty, I don-”

“Forget it.” He says way too quickly, not even letting you finish your thought before he turns away. Still sitting so close to you, but his attention is no longer on you.

Barty decided to join in the conversation with Regulus and Pandora instead. The conversation around you began to blur, your mind elsewhere as you pretended to listen. You shifted in your seat. His knee brushed against yours, lingering there for a moment. You felt frustrated and confused.

After a while the chatter began to blur around you, you could faintly hear Pandora laughing at something one of the boys said. You felt like you needed to hide or to just be somewhere- anywhere that isn’t here, next to Barty. You stood up, “I’ll be back in a bit.” you mutter before walking away.

You assumed they thought you were only heading to the bathroom or to get a drink. You avoided Barty’s gaze as you stepped away. Christ sake, why were you letting this affect you so much? And what had he meant to say before changing his mind? He had you, what else did he want? What else do you have to do for him to understand?

You slipped out into a quieter corridor. The cool air hitting your skin immediately, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in for so long.

You didn’t exactly know why you let Barty get under your skin…you had some idea. But it wasn’t like he changed much, he was still the cocky and unpredictable boy he’d always been, you just don’t understand why he had changed with you. You had always been spared of his attitude, so why now? Why the sudden shift?

“Running off like that?” You didn’t have to turn around to once again know who it was, “You’re not trying to avoid me now, are you?” Barty drawled.

“Not everything is about you, Crouch.” You replied, your voice steadier than you were.

“Crouch? Ouch.” He repeated the way you referred to him, chuckling a bit at that and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Why do you do this?” you ask, words slipping out of your mouth before you could even stop them. You’d had enough of whatever the hell this was.

“Do what?” He furrowed his brows, his gaze intently on you that you felt his sharp eyes piercing right through yours trying to understand what you mean, “What am I doing?”

“You- One minute you’re all over me then the next you can’t even bother looking at me.” You draw out the irritation evident in your voice, “I mean, what the hell?”

For a moment he doesn’t respond, the confusion on his face wiping away. You couldn’t tell what the expression on his face meant as he stood there. After a moment, his smirk reappears but this time it looks forced “I’m trying to figure it out. You make it impossible for me to stay away from you,” He finally says.

He steps closer, his sharp (and beautiful) gaze on as he reaches up, his hand caressing your cheek. If it were another time you’d normally swoon over this small touch, however, at this moment you feel angry and confused, but you can’t deny how his touch makes your knees weaken, “Admit it or not, you feel the same way.”

You stand there, utterly shocked. How dare he. How dare he have this effect on you? How dare he dictate your feelings for him and assume, and how dare he be completely accurate?

His hand is still resting on your cheek, his thumb lightly brushing against your cheek. You could hear your heart pounding as your heart rate begins to increase, and you’re convinced Barty can hear it too. He leans down closer, and you could hear your mind screaming at you to pull away, that this was just another one of his games. But you can’t pull away, thinking with your heart instead, the way you always do when Barty is close to you like this.

You could see the struggle in his eyes, hesitant but his lips part anyway. His lips brush against yours lightly, as if he is testing the waters at this very moment, however, you are too far gone to even care. You push your head forward, attempting to catch his lips. Barty smirks when he sees you do this- this little- your thoughts were interrupted when he pulls you in for a proper kiss.

It was hungry and urgent, the kiss was. He pulls you closer to him, placing one of his hands on the back of your neck.

The kiss wasn’t cruel, but it wasn’t gentle. It was his form of a declaration, messy and full of hunger for you. After the kiss has gone on for a while more, he pulls away with an expression that is not quite readable, just like most of his expressions.

“You mess me up” he muttered, his voice breathless and intense.

“Right back at you,” you whispered, “I don’t know if I want to strangle you or kiss you again.”

“How about both?” He smirked wickedly at you before pulling you in again.

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Something More Besides You [Remus Lupin x Reader]

Summary you and Remus are out after curfew on a winter night

wc: 721

a/n: I went ice skating and felt it was overdue, plus I need to have my moment like this

cw: fluff, winter/cold, bittersweet tone, friends but secretly pining, vague introspective thoughts, Remus and reader lying on ice, Remus's hesitation and thoughts

It was the heart of winter, the moon hung low, and the stars were scattered across the night sky, casting a gentle light across the Hogwarts grounds– which were covered in a thin layer of snow. It was far past curfew; the corridors were empty, and the night was quiet. 

You and Remus had slipped out of the castle. Both of you had barely spoken a word, but you didn’t mind it, the full moon was coming up and after knowing Remus for a few years, silence every now and then from him didn’t bother you. 

The both of you had reached a small pond not far from the castle. The water was frozen solid due to the low temperature, the surface gleaming under the faint moonlight. You took a careful step onto the ice, testing your footing. Once you saw its capability of holding your weight you walked a bit further, your hands tucked in the pockets of your coat and your breath coming out in visible clouds. 

You lowered yourself onto the frozen pond, flat on your back. The cold of the ice sends a sharp chill down your spine. You turn back to Remus who is standing at the edge of the pond, reluctant to follow you. 

“Come on, the ice is thick enough.” You insist, trying to convince him. 

“I don’t know, I’ve never really been good at this kind of thing.” He muttered; his voice uncertain as he pressed a foot onto the ice before quickly retreating back onto the ground.

“Not even for me?” You teased

“You’re trying to guilt trip me, it won’t work” He chuckled, even though he knew you were slowly convincing him.

“Suit yourself then, guess you’ll just have to stand there and watch me.” You shrug before turning to look at the sky. 

He watched you for a moment, the concern of whether this was safe or not never fading in his eyes, but he decided to trust you. You couldn’t help but smile as he finally took a step into the ice, his hesitation giving into your trust. After years of knowing Remus, you’d come to learn that he was very cautious when taking risks without thinking them through first, especially with you. 

He dropped to his knees, and carefully laid down on the ice, next to you. You both were silent for a moment, looking up at the stars.

“See I told you it’d be nice” You scooted closer to him, your hand slightly grazing his, feeling the cold skin against yours

“Well then, thank you for convincing me.” he said, a small smile threatening at the edge of his lips, “It’s peaceful.”

You both fell into a comfortable silence once again, but you couldn’t help glancing at him from the corner of your eyes a few times. 

He broke the silence, turning his head slightly to look at you with an expression you couldn’t quite read. “Do you think the stars remember us?” He paused for a second, his gaze still staring intently at the sky, “I mean, we look at them often, but do you think they ever look down and remember us the way we remember them”

“Maybe they do, maybe just the ones who want to be seen” Your brows furrow a bit, “But maybe it doesn’t matter, even if they do, I won’t.”

He turned his head to look at you, a curious look on his face, waiting for you to elaborate on your answer. 

“I’ll remember. Even if things change, I’ll remember you.” The words come out before you can even stop them, your heart heavy. At this point you’re not sure if you are even talking about the stars or about something else entirely. However, you meant it.

Remus is thankful that it’s a cold night, as he feels his face growing hot. You turn to look at him, his eyes were a bit tired, but your heart melted a bit when you saw the smile that stretched across his face. You two looked at each other for a moment, before you broke contact and looked back up at the sky.

“Plus, I’m quite unforgettable, if I do say so myself.” You laugh at your own words, your breath coming out in small clouds. Remus also laughed but couldn’t help but agree.

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There She Goes [Remus Lupin x Reader]

wc: 332

Early morning blurb because I NEED to wake up next to him. ALSO, sorry this a repost, had issues with the other one and decided to just post it again!!

You began to stir first, his hand tightening around you almost instinctively as he let out a small and low hum. You turned your face to the side, to watch him as he slept. Your eyes tracing the scars etched onto his face, appreciating the soft and peaceful look on his face that is pressed against the pillow.

He began to stir not long after, but you cannot find it in you to look away as he woke up. “Good morning, creep” he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep but his lips curling up into a small smile as he teased you, even early in the morning.

“Good morning” your lips curve into a smile of your own, “Go back to sleep.”

“Hmm.” He rolls onto his back, dragging you along until your head is resting on top of his chest, his hand slipping underneath your sleeping shirt to rub your back gently, “I could, but I have a very lovely lady watching me.”

“Sap” A small laugh leaves your lips as you begin to sit up, his hand falling back to his side, “Don’t leave yet” He grumbles.

“Planning to stay in bed all day?” You sit at the edge of the bed, feet touching the ground. You look back at him, watching as he rubs the remnants of sleep out of his eyes, letting out a soft yawn.

“Well I’d love to, whatever we have to do can wait” He looks at you, his sleepy eyes protesting getting out of bed, “Come back or I’ll come after you”.

You’re almost convinced. However, you decide to toy with him a bit and get off the bed and walk to the bedroom door.

“You’ll have to catch me first.”