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flwrbo · 1 year

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the other woman.

remus lupin x f reader. 1.9k words

cw : angsty, infidelity , age gap , remus is kind of mean. remus & tonks are in a relationship. tonks is aged up very slightly and reader is around tonks’ age! <3

note : cheating is bad pls dont do that

It was your first time seeing Remus in a long time.

He’d made promises to you, long ago. So long ago, in fact, that you’d almost buried your feelings deep in your mind. But it all comes rushing back the minute you see him again, standing beside Tonks as he usually did.

You hadn’t seen him in quite some time. The last conversation you’d had was an argument, naively hopeful on your end. He made more promises to leave the order finally, leave Tonks, leave the danger and the rush of his everyday life. Leave it all behind to be with you. Safe and in your arms, where you knew he’d belonged.

Sirius didn’t tell you he’d be here. To be fair, he didn’t know about the situation. In fact, no one did. it was just your and Remus’ situation to keep. Your very own special secret.

The two of you locked eyes as you walked into the room, and you felt your breath get knocked out of you.

He looked different. Only very slightly, underneath the new scars and swept hair, you still knew him to be Remus. Just your Remus.

The party was in full swing. People were gathered in the Black residence to celebrate a new job of some sort for Sirius. He’d begged you to come, as the two of you used to be very close in your upbringing. The wizard had tended to be a natural big brother/uncle figure in your life, something you’d always cherished as a young girl.

You trained your eyes to sweep away from Remus as much as you could, not wishing to spoil the night that was supposed to be a celebration.

You selfishly wondered if you were affecting him as much as he was you, despite his newlywed wife hanging off of his arm. She was only a few years older than you, and under different circumstances, the two of you may have even been friends.

Hours pass by with drinks and music flowing, partygoers coming up to you and leaving after jovial conversations. You’d attempted to let your mind ease, though it was proving to be hard to do with the way Remus’ hand wrapped around his lover’s (no, wife’s) hip. It reminds you of the way he used to do the same to you, and it makes a shiver run up your spine. The ring on his finger glints in the light, making you reach for your glass to drink.

The last time he’d held your hip like that, you’d been in his kitchen. The two of you had just finished making a mess of the bed, leaving you in desperate need of coffee. He’d followed you out of the bedroom after pulling on some sweatpants, pushing his now sweaty hair out of his face.

“You’re getting better at that, old man,” you’d giggled, pouring him a mug of coffee when you felt him come up from behind you.

“Keeping you pleased?” he smirked into your hair before delivering a swift kiss, pulling his hand up to your hip to knead the fat there.

“More like rolling out of bed afterward,” you grinned, turning in his hold.

The two of you sipped at your drinks before he took you into his arms. It was cozy as you swayed back and forth, the fireplace roaring calmly in the corner. You’d wanted to stay like that forever. You found yourself repeating that thought to yourself a lot.

The sudden, loud ringing from his phone on the table made your heart skip out of your chest. You pulled away as if you’d been burned, back aching from where the counter dug into it. Cheeks ablaze, you crossed your arms over your (Remus’) shirt.

Neither of you needed to look at the caller ID to know who was calling. Your heart sinks in your chest as the moment is broken.

Your mug gets placed in the sink beside his, and part of you hoped that she catches it.

Your attention gets brought back to the party when guests begin clamoring to the dining area for dinner. Tonks and Remus are the last to shuffle out of the room, but not before she stops in front of you.

“Hello,” she speaks, not unkindly. You’d never known if she ever pieced anything together about you and Remus. Evidently, it didn’t matter in the end. The matching bands on their ring fingers told you that.

“Hello, Tonks,” you force out a smile, avoiding looking at the man you used to know. With her standing so close to you, you’re able to make out a few new details. It appears Remus isn’t the only one with a new look.

Her hair is dyed again, a brown blonde this time. Her skin is glowing, healthy, and plump. She was also rosy in the cheeks, though not from alcohol. You hadn’t seen her take a sip all night.

Your breath leaves you for the third time that night. “You’re with child,” you speak softly, eyes blown wide.

She’s shocked, a little nervous as she looks at her quiet husband. He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you yet.

“She’s always been very good at that,” Sirius chuckles as he enters the room. A bottle is opened and he pours a few drinks. “Accidentally let a big announcement slip to her neighbor’s husband when she was younger. Poor guy almost passed out.” Cups were passed to you and Remus, in celebratory fashion.

You accepted the fresh drink, feeling hot suddenly.

You finally looked at Remus, finding his eyes. Thousands of words were exchanged in those seconds before you took your drink down.

“Congratulations, Dora. Truly,” you force one last smile at her before looking at some distant wall, willing yourself not to cry.

“Yes, congratulations are in order!” Sirius cheers, hooking his elbow with Tonks and flittering her out of the room into the mass of people in the dining hall. The loudness of the party drowns out when the door closes with a click. You’re alone again with him for the first time in two years.

Remus doesn’t know where to start. “I wanted to tell y-”

“Where were you,” you cut him off. You still can’t bring yourself to look at him. “Where were you, Remus?”

His shoulders drop as he sees your frame, shrinking in on itself. Your name begins to fall out of his mouth and you cut him off again.

“I waited for you. For three years, I waited for you.” Tears begin to fall down your cheeks. “You promised me you were done. You told me… you were ready to leave.” The room gets blurry behind your crying, and you furiously wipe at your cheeks. “I was twenty-two, Remus. I would’ve done anything for you,”

You look up at him with tear-filled eyes, mascara tracks down your flushed cheeks. “It got complicated. you know that” He runs his hands through his hair, pushing it straight back. “We agreed it was better if we broke it off,”

“No. We didn’t.” You stand, pushing yourself towards him. “We fought. But we fought all the time, Rem, and you always came back to me.” Guilt licks at him. The lycanthrope finds himself wishing he’d had another drink in him.

“I didn’t want to hurt you anymore. I hated seeing how you broke every time I had to leave, or wash your perfume off my clothes. You broke down when I got a single text message, for heaven’s sake!” the older man runs a hand over his face, trying to calm down. “Breaking you over and over again… I couldn’t do it. I love you too much.”

You ignore the aching in your chest at the prospect of him still loving you, after all this time.

“We could’ve left, Remus. None of that would’ve mattered if we’d just gone. like we said we would. Like you promised.” You choke out a sob, suddenly feeling twenty again. Bright-eyed and naive.

Remus shakes his head as you speak. “Not like this. Not when I’m… with me-”

“Stop.” You bite out. “That’s not fair. It’s not about that. It was never about that, not with me.” Your tears fall to your legs, soaking the skirt there. You’d never given him grief about his condition. The two of you discussed it on one of those nights when everything seemed perfect.

Underneath the sheets, half-dressed, you’d traced over his scars. “I hate seeing these,” you sighed out, laying a small kiss on one. “I hate knowing how much pain you’ve endured,”

Remus leaned on one of his palms, tracing over your skin with his available hand. “It’ll be easier when I know I can come home to you,” you smile up at his confession.

“We can find pills, or a potion, or something. Something to help. You’re gonna need it when we leave,” you mumble out, continuing your tracing. He says nothing at this for a few minutes, before leaning down and kissing your forehead.

“Always the sweetest girl,” he smiles. “My sweet girl.”

Remus shifts, crossing his hands over his chest. “It wasn't that easy,” he speaks softly. Softer than you’d heard in a while.

He takes a small step closer to you, pulling you into his arms. You cry into his chest, hating yourself for still needing his comfort. The two of you sit there for a few seconds, and your breathing begins to relax. There was so much you wanted to say to him. To scream, to cry, to beg. You’d played this moment in your brain on a loop for the last year when you’d begun to hate him for leaving you behind. It all melts away the minute you feel him around you again. Smelling his cologne, and feeling the twine of his jacket beneath your hands almost makes you forget the hurt.

It’s almost perfect again. Until,

“You look beautiful,” he speaks into your hair. You feel your heart fall in your chest at his next words. “It’s not too late for us, you know,”

You pull away as though you’d been singed. “Is that what you think I want?” you scoff out, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Do you think I’m the type of woman who would want that?” You feel yourself getting worked up again, and Remus’ eyes slip over to the door to ensure no one is coming in to check on the two of you. “Your wife is pregnant, Remus. You’re a father. That’s your responsibility now,” you shake your head at him, angrily wiping at your tears.

“You have to live with your decision forever.” You stare at him, chest tight. You wanted so badly to fall back into his arms again, and have him sweep you away. But you know as well as he does; That time has passed. He isn’t yours anymore. You’re beginning to think that maybe he never was.

The door swishes back open and a flustered Tonks walks into the room, leaving behind cheers from the dining area. “Oh,” she says, surprised at the scene in front of her. “Am I interrupting something?” You wipe your hot tears on the back of your sweater, grabbing your bag from the couch.

“No, I was just leaving.” You zip up your coat, sparing one last look for the man you ache to love. “Goodbye, Remus.”

The couple looks at you, not knowing what to say.

“I really do wish you the best,” you speak aloud, turning on your heel for the last time, and leaving it all behind.

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xemdead · 4 months

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Astarion probably isn’t used to aftercare with all his trauma regarding sex / intimacy.

So imagine after the first time with you, almost immediately after you both finish, he gets up to re-dress. He expects you to do the same and leave, just like everyone has before you. But instead, you tug him back down into your warm embrace. He’s frozen, unsure what you’re doing but he likes the way you play with his hair. It slows down his erratic post coital heart, as his head relocates to your chest. Astarion comes to the realisation that he’s never actually taken a moment after sex to calm his body down before. It’s nice. You stay like this together for a while, relaxing after all the physical movement from earlier.

‘You okay?’ You mumble to him in a tired haze, ‘Did it feel good? You want some water?’ You begin to sit up, disrupting his position on your chest. For once he doesn’t reply, no flirty quips ready on his tongue. Astarion finds himself half shocked, half in awe that you care how he feels and what he felt like during the act. No one’s ever asked him that before.

You leave the bed briefly to the bathroom and return with a washcloth. You wipe yourself off then gesture towards Astarion, ‘Is it okay for me to clean you?’ You say softly, asking his consent.

He coughs, clearing his throat, ‘Of course,darling,’ he says, clearly covering up his confusion and rising nerves. ‘Are you okay?’ You ask again, repeating the question from earlier.

‘Yes, my love, I’m fine... it’s just no one’s ever done this to me before,’ he states gesturing down to where you carefully wipe his inner thighs. ‘Oh!’ You stutter ‘I can stop if your not comfortable with it—’. ‘I love it.’ he states, cutting you off. Eyes staring warmly into your own.

After this scenario happens I feel like Astarion will make the extra effort to learn proper aftercare for you, he begins to realise how important it is to check in after sex, he never wants you to feel used like he did in the past.

(Notes: sorry this is pure Astarion brainrot. Not proofread/edited. This man has crawled his way into my heart)

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