Belle my BELOVED!!
If I may graciously request fluff prompt number 12 for our husband inumaki 🖤 maybe a friends to lovers situation bc I’m a whore for tropes (or quite literally any direction it inspires you to go- bc all your jjk writing it chefs kisses 🤌🏻)
Forehead kitheth for u bestie muah okaybye
𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄
~ inumaki toge ; jujutsu kaisen
✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : this is it: the romantic movie night you once daydreamed about, so is it gonna go down as it did in your head days ago?
‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!reader, fluff, sequel to the romance alley, friends to lovers, onigiri words are in japanese
‧₊˚ a / n : girl you’re in for a ride because this is the longest request i’ve written for now, like can you blame me? IT’S INUMAKI, of course I went overboard what were we expecting, i’m down bad for him ): Anyways, I know you loved romance alley so here you go, a second part 🫶🏻
i also got requests for this prompt with sukuna and gojo, so i’m gonna link those here for whenever i post them
Toge ver. || Sukuna ver. || Gojo ver.
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So there you two were. Just like you had imagined: sitting in front of your TV, lights off and a fluffy blanket covering you both. In the screen the lead protagonists were laying in bed in front of each other, trying to hold hands despite the girl being just a ghost. By then your eyes would’ve been tearing up like they always did whenever you watched this movie, but this time wasn’t like the others.
Ever since you and your friends had gotten back from the shop two days ago you and Toge had been in this situation where you’d glance at each other constantly and yet tried to play it cool in front of the others. Your touches would linger, the smiles were usually accompanied by a small sigh. But then you’d both quickly pretend everything was normal again. Your friends had probably caught up with the fact that something was going on anyways, but since no one had said a word you both didn’t either.
And now you were watching your favourite movie with him. In your couch, alone. So close you could reach for his hand like you had wanted to before that kiss at the shop.
And your eyes would wander from the bright screen of your TV to those soft, shiny lips and the way he’d use one of his fangs to nibble on the straw of his drink.
And your face would flush wishing he was nibbling on your lip instead.
Fuck, you looked away once again.
Your eyes felt like they were on fire by now, staring at the screen so hard that you could’ve damaged it permanently if they were daggers. But after a minute or two you looked at him again, this time staring at his eyes. Long, white lashes that framed his beautiful violet irises. He blinked once, twice, line of sight never moving away from the screen.
With a smile you went back to the movie. The protagonist was rushing through the streets in an ambulance, coming up with the most insane plan to get his lover back. Your favourite part was coming up soon, you glanced towards Toge once more just to find him typing away in his phone.
“Toge!” you frowned, then reached for a pillow to hit him in the head with it “what are you doing?!”
He giggled, shrinking in his own space in reaction to the hit.
“Tuna” he shook his phone in his hand and staring back at you as if the answer wasn’t obvious enough: texting.
“Who are you even texting?!”
Toge tapped the screen. Suddenly your phone ringed.
“You were texting me?” your eyes widened and your face turned red in embarrassment “… sorry”
Toge’s little snickers reached your ears as your hands searched across the blanket. While trying to find your phone the sound of the text notifications ringed two more times.
“I thought we were watching the movie, why are you staring at me so much?”
“ 'wHo aRe yOu tExTiNg ?! '
why do you wanna know? are you jealous (:? ”
“You idiot” you hit him with the pillow once again and he laughed out loudly this time “of course I’m not jealous, why would I be jealous?! don’t be ridiculous!”
“Shake, shake!” he fought off your pillow attacks with his arms.
“I just wanted to make sure you were paying attention to the movie!”
“Tch” he rolled his eyes and moved close to you “tuna mayo?”
The sorcerer pointed to you, then to your eyes and then at himself, raising an eyebrow.
“I wasn’t staring at you like that, i just wanted to see your reactions to the movie, obviously”
Toge snorted, incredulously.
“I’m telling the truth!” you tried to push him away but he caught your hand in his, bringing you even closer.
“Okaka” he shook his head.
He placed his index on your forehead, then on your lips, and then placed it over his own lips.
“You think I want to kiss you?” immediately a complicit smile brightened his face, he nodded and chuckled at how quickly you picked up what he meant “you’re becoming insufferable ever since you kissed me, you know that? where is all this confidence coming from?”
Toge rolled his eyes and then pointed at you once again.
“Duh”
You couldn’t help but laugh at that.
“Me? Oh I see, the moment I start sneaking glances at you throughout a movie you get all smug”
Chuckling, he ended up resting his head on your shoulder, his frame shaking from his laughter.
“Fine. Yes, I’ve been thinking about it the whole time” you whispered, smiling, he held your other hand too.
“Mhmm” he knew. He totally knew.
So he raised his head and placed a kiss on your cheek. Then underneath your jaw. Then on the corner of your lips.
“Toge!” giggling, you tried to pull back, but he squeezed your hands and made sure to keep you in place.
Until he finally kissed your lips, tilting his head slightly and pulling you close until your body was over his and his back was leaned backwards. His arms slithered their way around your waist and you clung from his shoulders, kissing him back.
None of you noticed, but in your TV screen the two protagonists shared a sweet kiss too.
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That's The Way The World Works ; R.J.L.
[ a/n ; 🧸 ] this was meant to be a smut fic but then I spiraled at 10 pm last night and didn't stop writing until 3 am and was like "fuck it, if I wrote this im going to post it too! 🙄" slightly based off of all too well (10 min vers.) by ms. taylor swift, praise our lord y'all! she's my religion 🙏 also the beginning was written like 5 months ago bc this was a wip i finished last night 💀
( library account ; 📚 ) @ameliasbitvhlibrary
[ pairing ; ☕ ] student!reader x professor!remus & reader x fred weasley! remus x tonks!
[ summary ; 📖 ] you and remus' rendezvous take a turn for the worse when he decides to be the adult for the two of you and call it quits. left heartbroken, only one man picked you up piece by piece and restored your faith that a man can stay, fred weasley. charming, sweet and kind, he won his way into your heart. as 3 years pass, your 21st birthday approaches, and remus with his pregnant wife come to visit. this leads to events in the night that he could only wish to reverse. (it's much more interesting and carries a heavier plot than what I summarized i swear 😍)
[ warning(s) ; 🚨 ] student!reader x professor!remus, large age gap [17 years], reader is 18!!! implied smut, teasing, sexual contents are mostly implied, not explicit, angst, drinking, remus going into self destruction and overthinking everything in his life, and talks about grooming *remus does not groom reader!!!*
[ wc ; ✍ ] 4.8k!!
You sat in his class, your thighs overlapping each other, your nails picking at one another, your gaze on them. The brunette man teaching noticed your lack of attention and cleared his throat, making your gaze move up to find his eyes on you.
They were firm and assertive, he opened his mouth to command you. “Ms. Y/l/n, please stay after class. We have some things we need to discuss.”
“But Re–Mr. Lupin, I have somewhere to be after class!” you argued, all eyes in the class on you as the students tried to pack up quickly. Suddenly, their eyes glued on to the clock about to strike noon.
“Where exactly is that said ‘somewhere’? And why is it so important to you?” he questioned, taking strides up to your desk. He came so close to you that you felt the air escaping your lungs, they were evaporating.
You opened your mouth to run it and answer him with your smart, but bratty mouth. But before you could get a word out, the bell rang and the students raced out of the classroom. With a sigh, you slumped into your chair even more.
Your arms crossed against your chest, teeth nibbling your lower lip as you waited for him to scold you. His eyes examined your frame for a brief but seemingly long time.
His strong arms were now placed in front of you, his tall figure leaning tightly against you. His breath, so hot you could feel it dancing on your skin. You inhaled a sharp breath.
“So…where were you supposed to be right now, sweetheart?”
You scowled at the nickname. Was he really trying to do this when you had to meet someone? “Are. I’m supposed to be there right now! I can’t just stand him up –”
His mouth inched even closer to the soft and tender skin of your neck. “Him? Who exactly is ‘him’?” The hairs on your body stood up, goosebumps traveled.
“I – Just a friend, the son of Molly and Arthur Weasley.”
He laughed, a not so light hearted chuckle escaping. “Godrick. Y/n, I asked who he is, not who his parents are.” Then you heard him mumble something under his breath, ”Could be any of those redheads, there are so many.”
“It’s just Freddie.” you sighed, your arms releasing from one another.
“Fred?” Merlin, he thought you were a smart girl because it was blatant that the redhead liked you. His blood turned cold, the thought of Fred and his pathetic schoolboy flirting flowed for a moment in his mind. He scowled internally and externally at the thought of it.
“C’mon, Remmie! He’s not that bad.” you frowned, frantically hoping that you’d make it to the library on time.
“Not that bad? Sweetheart, he’s like any other teenage boy. He only wants one thing.” The older man stated, as if it were true facts.
“Then you sure do act like one yourself, professor.” you scowled, pressing your books to your chest as you made your way to the doors.
“Y/n, get back here.” he demanded, his blood boiling in fury at the accusation you had just thrown at him. Instead of turning around and being his submissive, supposedly good girl. You ignored him and stomped out of the room, until you were met in the library by an anxious redhead. Rare to ever see Fred Weasley nervous?
“Hey, Fred! I’m so sorry, I’m a little bit. Professor Lupin made me stay back for a moment.” you smiled, placing your stuff on the table and taking a seat across from him.
“Oh, It’s fine Y/n!” Fred laughed, at your anxiousness. Just a couple of awkward teenagers. Fun?
“I know, but I didn’t want you to think that I left you here or –”
“Stood me up? Please, girls would kill to even talk to me.” he joked with a smirk on his face. A smirk that made your stomach tighten…but not in a bad way.
“Alright, Mr. Womanizer. Let’s see what you’re stupid enough to not comprehend in…mhm, herbology?” you laughed, eyes wide open when you saw the class he needed help in.
“Fred! Herbology has got to be one of the easiest classes we have here in Hogwarts!”
“Hey! Not everyone pays as much attention in that class as you do! Sorry I don’t find snapping sunflowers interesting?” he smiled, making you recreate the same expression on his face.
“We planted a seed in class yesterday? It was so simple!”
Smirking, a stupid smolder decorated his face as he said the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard in the history of stupid. “And I could plant a seed in you? We could grow a whole quidditch team, eh? It’s simple just like you said!”
“Fred!”
—
Remus sat in his chair as he thought about the comment you had blurted out before storming off. He knew very well, too well, of what you were talking about. Anytime he held you after class it was usually for sex. Being a teacher was stressful and he knew being in your last year here, it was just as stressful for you. But he didn’t think that you would even have an inkling that he was “using” you. Because he wasn’t.
He knew that the relationship he had with you would be frowned upon. He couldn’t put you through that shame. People saw an older man and younger woman in a relationship as taboo, essentially bad. He could lose his job because of this! Like Godrick they would depict him as a predator and her as a victim. But another part of him knows why they would, because if he were from the other point of view he could see why people would think that and be disgusted.
What if they were in his shoes? Would they understand why he kept going back, why he keeps you around, why he can’t stand the thought of you with anyone but him?
The answer wasn’t as simple as most would think. He can’t love someone as young as you, it wasn’t right. Right to you. You deserved a chance out in the world, a chance to discover yourself. You didn’t need to drag a man old enough to be your father with you. He couldn’t burden you like that.
You were such a smart girl, top of your year. The brightest witch he had ever met, yet you weren’t clever enough to stay away from him. The moment his hands crawled on your thighs after weeks of sexual tension suffocating the both of you, you should have pushed him away. You should have been repulsed. The tension shouldn’t have been there to start with. Goddamnit, he did this to himself. He had no one else to blame but himself.
You were only eighteen, how were you supposed to know if what he was giving you was real or not. And honestly at this point Remus didn’t know what he was giving you. He couldn’t decipher between his feelings and lust. You’re 35 damn years old, going for an 18 year old girl! Have some shame!
Self destruction Remus has been activated.
—
After the little meeting with Fred, anyone could see that you had an extra spring in your step, with an additional smile adorning your face. (a/n; feeling bad for remus rn tbh)
In those few moments with the redhead, you’d be lying if you said that Remus had slipped away from your mind. Everytime Fred got a little closer and your cheeks burned a little brighter, the man seemed to evaporate. But, It’s not like you should feel bad for that? Right?
Making your way to your common room, you muttered the password and went straight to your bedroom. Everyone was at dinner, thankfully, so that you could have some time to contemplate things that aren’t even big but now you were going to make them ginormous as the zit you had last week.
Lying on your bed, you took in a breath and sighed as reality challenged you. You knew that the feelings you had towards Remus were not reciprocated, you didn’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure it out. You were…too young. You knew that he thought that. You knew the moment you let him slip his fingers up your skirt, that it was all a fun game. A game that has lasted way too long now.
You and Remus didn’t have a label and whatnot, but you both had something. Well, that’s at least what you thought. You tried your hardest to resist him, every damn time but you can’t. He knows your body just as much as you know his. Throughout all the time spent together, it was like you studied him, his body, personality, hobbies, career, anything you could get your hands on really.
And your hands got on everything, staining everything about remus. From his classroom, to his bed sheets. You were everyfuckingwhere. No matter how hard he scrubs, he would never be able to get you out of his system.
You drowned him in your sea and he in return burned you. Complete opposites, yet know exactly where it hurts.
—
You were on your knees, your pretty mouth getting ready to take him as you started to unzip his pants. “Y/n, you know we can’t keep doing this.” he breathed in deeply as you looked at him with those big doe eyes. Confusion floods through them, as anger surged through your body, spreading like a wildfire.
“I – then why would you – Why would you even let me go this far? You want to say that as I’m on my damn knees about to suck your dick!”
“Look – I held you back to tell you that we should stop!”
“Really? Oh, Really? Then why would you lead me on like that! Tell me that I’ve been ‘bad’ and need to ‘make up for it’? Dammit, you could’ve just told me!” you shouted getting off your knees, humiliated and angry.
“I’m sorry I can’t control myself around you!” he barked, his veins popping out in fury.
“Than get a fucking grip, you’re 35 years old!”
“Tell me something I don’t know, Y/n! That’s exactly why we can’t keep doing this! I’m too old, I have a job, you need to grow up, find yourself, you can’t be dragging around a man old enough to be your father! It’s not right!”
“If it’s not right then why does it feel right! Merlin, if you knew it wasn’t why didn’t you push me away! Why didn’t you leave me alone? Why didn’t you treat me like another student? Why did I have to be treated like I was special when I’m not! Why!”
“You wanna know why? Because you! You walked into my damn life and made it hell, without you I wouldn’t be so fucking scared about losing my job, my reputation, every damn little thing. You drive me crazy, Y/n!
And you’re right, I should’ve pushed you away! I should’ve treated you as if you were just another student! But I can’t! Because you, you are special to me!
You’re intelligent, beautiful, caring, kind, Godrick if I went to school with you I’d be pining so hard! And it wouldn’t be wrong! But it is in this case! Just because of that I wish you were older, I wish this could work out, but it never will. That’s just not how the world works! But I wish it did because I –” before he could finish that sentence he stopped himself, he wouldn’t dare utter those 3 words to you. Sighing he finished, “Even if you don’t get it now, you will when you’re older.”
But you were shocked, what were you supposed to say? For once you were speechless. Tears streamed down your cheeks, your eyes puffy and vulnerable. Sniffling, you wiped your tears with your long sleeve. “I do get it, Remus.” He wanted nothing more in that moment but to pick you up and wipe your tears away, murmuring sweet words that’d drip from his mouth like honey.
“Goodbye…Professor.”
—
Flushed cheeks and puffy eyes, not something Fred always saw on your pretty face. He had been walking through the corridors trying to brainstorm some new ideas for a shop that both he and George wanted to open up as soon as they graduate. He hadn’t been paying much attention until he saw a glimpse of your hair pass him across the halls.
Suddenly his “instincts” kicked in and he ran up to you. “Hey, y/n/n. What’s wrong?”
Looking up at the tall redhead, you identified him as Fred. Sniffling really quick you put a smile on your face, “Nothing? How are you?”
“That’s not going to fool me, toots. Why are your pretty cheeks flushed and beautiful eyes –” he immediately stopped and wrapped an arm around you as you burst into tears.
Remus always said you had the most beautiful eyes.
“Who did this to you, I’ll rough them up?” he said sarcastically trying to joke but you knew he wasn’t. Fred would genuinely throw his hands if he had a chance to.
His hazel eyes widened when you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed yourself closer to him, your tears staining his shoulder. “Thanks, but no one did anything.”
Well, obviously you weren’t going to tell Fred that Remus caused your breakdown and the redhead definitely would not be able to fight a professor.
“You want to talk about it?” he asked with such a…genuine caring tone, that made your heart melt. “No, I just wanna lay down on the ground and cry.” answering, pulling away from the crook of his neck and immediately returning to your old position.
“Here, how about you lay down in my room and cry instead? George and Lee are out on a double date?” he said in a light humorous voice.
All you did was shake your head yes and soon you were in Fred’s bed weeping about Remus in another man's arms.
( 3 years later )
You eventually moved on from Remus, your first almost everything. And there was one man who stood beside you for every step of the way, Fred Weasley. The kindest man you had ever met. A few months after the breakup you both graduated from Hogwarts and Fred did everything in his power to make you happy.
That’s all he ever wanted.
Piece by piece he restored your faith and taught you that a man can stay.
He and George opened up their joke shop and it was a great hit, kids and adults from everywhere had shown up to buy many of their numerous products. You couldn’t help but be happy for him.
Suddenly the friendship the both of you had, which was very much not strictly platonic became a relationship. A relationship that made you feel like you could fly! But you know what can? Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, new and improved chewing gum! Blow bubbles and fly high kids! (no this is not a sponsor because he’s your boyfriend, what do you mean?!)
Now that you two had been in a relationship for a while now, you wanted a sort of clean slate, which meant being completely honest with him. You allowed yourself to be 100% vulnerable, and exposed your truth to him: That you and Professor Remus were having a, well, affair in the 7th year.
To say the least, he was shocked. “You mean the same Remus Lupin that’s coming up to visit everyone at my mum’s tomorrow night!?”
Now it was your turn to go into shock, “Wait, what! Fred, shut up! Are you joking with me right now?”
“No, you shut up, Y/n! You’ve got to be the one joking with me! There is no way –”
“Why would I lie about that, Fred! I – Oh, my – Merlin!” grabbing your purse you softly smacked him with it. “Why didn’t you tell me he’s supposed to be coming over at your mum’s!”
“Because it was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday!” he said surrendering.
“What!? What!? My birthday! Why would he come to surprise me on my birthday? No! Fred, we were just supposed to go to dinner tomorrow!”
“I know! I know! But mum convinced him to come because she thought he was your favorite professor. I can see why now.” he mumbled the last sentence hostilely.
“Fred, you know you’re the only man I see.” you said, getting on his lap to straddle him on the bed. “Mhm, yeah, sure.”
“The only man I want.” you slowly placed a kiss on his lips, a kiss he couldn’t resist.
“Yeah? Prove it to me.”
—
“You sure you’re looking this good just for me, baby?” Fred smirked, his frame towering over yours as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
“All for you Fred, and this?” you smiled innocently, lifting up your sun dress to expose the lacey lingerie hidden beneath it. “Got it just for you.” and bought it with his credit card…
“Fuck, don’t do this to me, Y/n. Don’t tease me like this.” he whined as his hands tried to sneak their way up your thighs. Right before he could reach your sex, you grabbed his hands and scolded him. “Tut, tut, tut, Fred. If you want me, you’re gonna have to earn it.”
Walking away, you accidentally dropped your chapstick. “Shit.” Fred groaned as you bent down to retrieve it, giving him a nice view of your ass.
“C’mon, sweetheart. We have reservations.” you smiled cheekily, but before you could pick yourself up he ran up behind you to give your ass a slap. A squeal left your lips as you cursed his name. “Fred!”
After having dinner with your lovely boyfriend, you both wanted so desperately to just fuck and then go to sleep but Molly had other plans for you two.
Fred had sent an owl to his mum, saying that he and you were not feeling good and too tired. And in response she sent a howler that the both of you had to come over. Sighing, “Bloody hell, there is no getting out of this? Is there?”
“Definitely not,” he responded.
Finally you both appeared at the entrance of the Weasley Burrow, and from the looks of it, it was dark inside. “Remember, act surprised and don’t let that old Lupin shake you up.”
Laughing at him, you cracked. “Oh, bugger off, Fred.”
Honestly you were so nervous that when everyone yelled “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” you screamed not out of happiness but anxiety.
“Oh my Merlin, thank you all so much! I can’t believe you guys remembered!” you smiled as you began hugging everyone and just as you found yourself wandering back to fred who was talking to ginny, Molly got her hands on you.
“My, Y/n! I can’t believe it, already 21! Growing up so fast, I can still remember seeing you in your first year!”
“I can’t either, time is going by so quickly! Hogwarts days are over and now it’s real life.”
“Oh, dear! Speaking of Hogwarts! Remus Lupin is here, your old dada teacher!”
“Yeah I figured that out when I saw –”
“Remus! Look who it is, the birthday girl. 21 already can you believe it?” Molly exclaimed with a hand on her hip.
The brunette's eyes widened, as he finally got a look of you properly. You looked different in a good way, more mature. “I can’t , I still remember her in 7th year in front of my class, she was always one of my favorite students. Always so dedicated.”
She was always one of my favorite students.
You swallowed the lump in your throat at that moment. “Ahh, so I’ll leave you two to it!”
You wanted to do nothing more but then to shout at her to come back.
Taking in a deep breath you sighed.
I guess I’ll have to speak first, as always the only one to initiate things. Remus thought as he mentally prepared himself for whatever you have to say. “So, how have you been?”
His question shocked you for a moment. Your eyes widened with such innocence, something he had always admired, even now.
“Pretty good, I went to a muggle college and earned a degree in psychology. I’m planning to become a therapist for people who have been in the wizarding war, because many have been left with physical, mental and emotional scars.”
Always so…generous, he thought.
“But, besides that; I moved in with Fred, my boyfriend.”
Well, that fucking hurt. Hearing you utter those words about someone felt like there were shards of glass in his heart. But he knew he shouldn’t feel this way. He’s got a damn wife, who’s pregnant.
“How about you?” your voice snapped him out of his daze. His throat became dry for a moment before he regained his strength. “I’m still teaching at Hogwarts, now for all years. I got married, and my wife is pregnant.” yeah, just give her a short recap, Remus! Storyteller of the year goes to…drum roll…Remus John Lupin!
It felt you were winded for a moment hearing all of that at once, well it was fairly short but held a lot. “Oh, wow…married with a kid coming? Is it a boy or a girl?”
“A boy, we plan on naming him Edward.” Remus awkwardly shifted. It’s weird talking to your old student that you had an affair with, yet no one knew.
“A boy? From what I’ve seen, heard and know, raising a boy is going to be a chaotic full time job. And Edward is a cute name, Teddy would be an adorable nickname.”
“Teddy?” He smiled.
“Yeah, Teddy. Like a little teddy bear, warm and cuddly.” you smiled back. Was it weird that 3 years later all your anger didn’t turn into resentment, but understanding? You now knew why he ended the relationship. It wasn't healthy for the both of you and he had to be the adult for two and make the big decision to call it quits.
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Is your wife here?” you asked out of curiosity.
“Yeah, she’s probably with Ginny or Hermione right now.” Ginny or Hermione? If anything you would’ve thought that she would be with Molly?
“Really? I would’ve thought she was with Molly, since she is older and has more experience with children?”
How was Remus supposed to tell you that the woman he married only a year after you both called it quits was only 4 years older than you? “She gets along with the younger girls.”
She definitely learned that from you. Okay, so maybe there’s just a little bit of anger left inside you.
“Would it be weird if I met her?” you asked unsure, you didn’t want to cross a boundary. “Of course, you don’t need my permission.”
Soon he guided you to where Hermione and Ginny sat next to a young woman with purple hair and a baby bump. From visuals you were for sure the woman next to the two girls was his wife, Tonks.
“Hi, I’m Y/n.” you introduced yourself to her. She looked up at you quizzically for a moment and then her eyes widened in realization. “Oh my gosh, yes, Y/n! I’m sorry, this pregnancy is giving me memory loss. But happy 21st birthday!”
“Thank you so much! How’s your –”
“Nope, this isn’t about me! This is your day, not mine! How’s your day been?”
You smiled at her, you could understand why Remus went after someone like her. Yet when you came out here you were expecting a woman who looked like she was in her thirties, maybe she was a younger looking woman? Hey, genetics all work differently.
“It’s been great so far, my boyfriend made me breakfast, took me shopping, then we went to dinner and now we’re here.”
“You know Y/n, most people on their 21st birthday go wild on alcohol? I’m surprised to see you’re not blacked out right now.”
“Oh no, I’ve had my lessons with alcohol a few years ago and let’s say that’s how I confessed my feelings to Fred.” you said burning up remembering that embarrassing moment.
“No, Y/n! Have some fun, get loose, shake that bum because you’ve got a great one girl! I could see it from my seat earlier!” She laughed as she called Remus to get her Firewhiskey.
“For you? No –”
“Not for me, Y/n! It’s her 21st birthday, she needs to take shots!”
Suddenly Fred came up behind you and murmured in your ear, “Is everything good, sweetheart?”
“Yeah, Tonks just wants me to get loose because I’m finally 21.” you laughed.
“Don’t confess your love for me again – actually no, do it again. I’d love to get it framed in our photo gallery one day.”
“Keep on dreaming.”
“I got the firewhiskey and cups.” Remus announced when he got back.
“Okay, everyone sit in a circle and I’ll pour them since I can’t drink!”
Everyone gathered in a circle as tonks began to fill up the shot glasses but there was one specific cup for you.
After pouring yours, which – you were sure you were going to black out if you drank a third of it being the light weight you are. “There, that should be the equivalent of…21 shots!”
“21!” you exclaimed.
“Yep, now go!” she shouted and everyone started taking their shots as you gulped ferociously, finishing over half of it and everyone began to cheer. “Whoo!” you let out as you grabbed Fred’s hands and pulled him up to dance with you to the music playing on the radio.
“I’m not drunk enough, give me the bottle!” The purple haired woman gave him the bottle and he chugged at least half of it and started joining you as you both got “down” at his mum's house.
“Yes, Y/n! Shake that bum your mama gave you!” Tonks shouted as you started doing your thing, completely unaware of all the people because quite frankly drunk you don't give two shits.
As time went on you found yourself dancing with everyone, Merlin couldn’t even stop you, Hell even Molly herself couldn’t either.
Somehow you ended up in a corner of the house with Remus. “Oh my Merlin, I think this is the best birthday I’ve ever had! Ahh! I love your wife, she’s gonna be my new best friend!”
“Sweetheart, don’t bring her up right now.” Remus murmured as he let his fingers gently slip off one of your straps. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion of his words and actions. “Huh?”
“I missed you so much.” he said but fortunately for you, you weren’t able to hear him through all the music. Just as Ginny passed with a tray of shots you took three, two for you one for Remus.
Ginny had to pass drinks around if she wanted to stay down here, the girl would never be allowed to drink around her brothers.
“Here!” You shouted as you gave him a shot glass. Unfortunately you had no one to count for you because Tonks was fast asleep upstairs but not before casting a silencing charm on the house.
Quickly you downed your shots and suddenly your vision became even worse…Awesome! Somehow you found yourself dancing with Remus, in a totally platonic, I'm not mad at you anymore, your wife is awesome and I’m respecting boundaries way!
But I guess he wasn’t on the same wave length.
“I missed you, sweetheart.” he murmured in your ear, right before he latched onto your sweet spot behind your ear, which inevitably made you slip a moan out. His hands traveled from your waist to your inner thigh, leaving the same chills he always did.
His body guided you to a secluded storage room. Immediately he grabbed you and put you on himself, now you were straddling him. Soon his lips came and crashed on yours, knocking the wind out of you. In your drunken state you found yourself kissing back and grinding against him.
Except, you thought he was Fred…hey! The world had gone blurry and you thought only Fred would’ve pulled you into a dark storage room.
“Let me taste that pretty pussy one last time.” he growled against your lips.
“Yes, yes, please!”
“Please who?” he teased, his hands slipping your lace panties off as he slipped a finger into your sex.
“Please, Freddie!” suddenly all the alcohol in his system vanished.
“Shit! Shit! Fuck, I’m so sorry, Y/n.” Remus cried as he picked up your panties and slipped them back on you.
“Wha – Freddie, what are you doing! I want you so bad!” something Remus has been wanting to hear for years, except he wasn’t who you were calling for.
He knew from the moment they said goodbye, you’d taken a piece of him with you and he’d taken a piece of you with him.
That’s the way the world works.
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