moonysweetheart

[moonysweetheart]

and they were only friends...

fem!reader x remuslupin

word count: 1,275

warnings: none, all fluff and cutesy

“What you guys doing?” asked Sirius with his brows crunched. He and James had just entered the dormitory, having come back from another detention with McGonagall. Peter was studying in the library with Mary Macdonald, since recently he was trying to impress the girl and passing most of his time in detention with the boys would not help him much.

“We’re playing, duh” said yn, smiling like it was obvious. Both yn and Remus were playing a bicycle game, lied on Remus’s bed, with their legs up, feet touching and moving them as if pedalling a bike. Giggling as they moved their legs from back to front. Looked like two kids, James thought.

“You two look like a couple,” continues James, coming out of the bathroom he barely enter and looking funny towards Sirius direction, both boys sharing a knowing look.

“I agree” said Sirius.

“Bullshit” pronounce Remus, feet never stop moving while yn giggled more. “Yeah, bullshit!” voiced yn, laughing.

Every time Padfoot and Prongs interrupted, Remus pretend to be bothered, making an upset expression. Inside, he was genuinely disturbed, even if it was a bit. He could lie to others, but he and the wolf inside him knew how much he craves for these moments alone with yn. Usually they were always with their friends, if not the boys, certainly with the girls. And Lupin knows best than to tried intervene a chat between yn and them, especially Marlene and Lily. His upset face would quickly disappear as fast as it come when yn pushed her feet further and laugh more. Her laugh was music to his ears.

Both boys exchanged looks again. James had changed his shirt and now was looking for a hoodie. “Dude, how long do you think it takes until they start to making up and we’ll be denying of entering our own room,” whisper Sirius, the tip of his lips rising. “Poor Peter hasn’t made a move to his girl yet, won’t be able to ask for a place to stay. He will be left in the corridor with us until further instruction. His girlie will come back to be second priority again,” he chuckles. “I believe they’ll take less than two weeks, padfoot, and at least we’ll be together. Peter is a bit of a coward but he’ll be with us in difficult, different from a certain someone that chooses a girl over his mates”

“Hey!” exclaim yn “I’m not only any girl out there! I thought we were a hecking team, all friends” her face turned to the boys. She was making an angry face, but clearly was feigning it. Her face tilted to her right, since she was near the end of the bed. James was on the doorframe of the bathroom and Sirius on the wall aside him.

“And you’re on the team dove, but when you and our dear moony assume your relationship, we’ll be left to the leftovers, to the rags, easily forgotten. You two will spend all day doing nerd things together”

“What a drama” exclaimed yn, coming back to her game with Remus.

“Knowing that, I bet three days Prongs, two galleons” he extended his arm to James, who happily clast his hands on his “Deal” said Potter “Deal,” mimic him Black, shaking James’ hands.

“We’re listening,” shout Remus from his bed.

“You lot are two idiots,” said yn “I’ve many things to say about that but I’ll not lose my time”

“I say the same yn” continued Lupin.

“We’re visioners,” reply both boys in unison, chuckling together after noticing their synchronicity.

“You lot don’t say nothing back because it’s true. Simple as 2 plus 2,” pronounce James.

Remus low his feet and yn dramatically pushed her head towards the pillow behind her, complaining about the game had been interrupted due a dog and a stag that don’t know how to stop talking. Moony tossed the closest cushions at the boys. The first one hit Sirius’ face and the second landed on James’ shoulder, as the last boy tried to dodge the cushion.

“Ouch moony, you once were more delicate with us,” said Sirius, faking a pouty. James chuckled, holding his hoodie on his forearm.

“I was never delicate with you all,” his gaze change to yn. “Well, never with you boys,” he continued, smirking.

“Moony has gone completely doolally for yn!” singsonged Sirius, sprinting towards the door before receiving another cushion on his face.

“Haha, look! He is all gooey-eyed over her!” continued James behind Sirius.

Remus groaned, palms on his face. “Can you two just shut up and leave?!”

Yn laughed a bit, but ceased after the door was locked again. She seated applesauce on his bed, caressing his calves. “Hey, look at me Remmy”

Lupin peaked between his fingers. “They’re two dorks. Will you really let their teasing end with our afternoon?”

The boy beamed, palms coming to the bed while he seated like her, one in front of the other, “You’re right darling, let’s walk a bit, shall we?” asked he smiling with his hands gently squeezing hers.

“Sure, was waiting for you to ask since they entered here.” They both grinned like idiots to one another.

Yn gets off his bed and, before he does the same, she quickly turns to Remus again. “It looks like will start snowing soon. Could you borrow me your sweater, Remmy?” He nodded, smiling.

“Sure dove, you can choose whenever you want,” “Thanks love” said Yn as she went to search on his truck.

“Gosh, He’s lost the plot, and she’s the main character now,” said Lily gazing into some tree’s direction

“What?” asked Marlene.

“Look they two,” the red-haired pointed.

Under the tree near the lake, one could see a very pleasant Remus receiving caressing from Yn, the girl’s fingers playing along his curls. His eyes closed, but they both were talking. Some books gathered around them, clearly forgotten some time ago. He was holding the other hand — the one which was not on his head. Here and there, he kissed her palm absently. She smile even further to him and he peeked out through his eyes to watch her smile, only to close it back and they come back to talk.

James tsk a bit before calling Sirius, who was talking with some Ravenclaw in a not so distant pillar.

“What’s up mate?” he inquire while quickly squeezing the girls’ shoulders as a greeting.

“Look up there,” James pointed.

“Ew, still in deny?” James nodded as a response.

“You know, I really think they haven’t done anything at all,” she pronounced the last sentence smoothly, the words flowing like music from her tongue. “They are too slow, but… You know, it’s Yn and Remus we’re talking. It’s expected.”

“Yeah, I agree with you, red one. Let them be. One day, they’ll take action. Even if it’s on the graduation day’“

“Now you were mean Mars,” said Sirius, grinning.

“Nope, I was honest Black” They both smile to each other.

“So… we don’t try to push or help? We let them be? Like, taking their own time?” inquired Peter, a confusing expression taking on his face.

“I think we should help,” said James confidently.

“No, we shouldn’t” interrupted Lily and Marlene together, Sirius a bit behind.

“I actually think it’ll be funny to follow their path, watching their doing their own thing,” Finished Sirius grinning, a proud expression on his face.

Hi! Hope you lot have enjoyed the reading.

I write this near midnight so if it has any mistake my former apologies.

kisses to all, bye!

[moonysweetheart]

Until Dawn

Neverland is the place where one can truly be free, with no need to seek oneself—you are at home. In this haven, nor judgment nor fear takes place. The earth of the Lost Boys serves as a sanctuary for those in need.

“Good evening, Mum!” announced the girl as she entered the kitchen.

“Evening, love,” replied the woman tenderly, her eyes crinkling with a smile. “Fancy a bite?” she asked, gesturing towards the warm bowl of soup.

“No, Mum, I had supper at Guilherme’s house. I’m heading to my room—just came to grab a bottle of water.”

“Alright. Don’t forget to close your window before bed, Agatha. It’s too chilly tonight,” her mother continued, in that firm yet caring tone only parents seem to master.

“Okay, Mum,” the girl sang, her voice light with happiness after her visit to her cousin.

She placed a quick kiss on her mother’s cheek before stopping in the living room to grab her notebook and pen. Then she bounded upstairs, the heavy thud of her footsteps echoing through the house.

Once inside her room, she locked the door and wandered to the windowsill. Leaning against the wall, she let her body relax, her head tilting towards the window. With her notebook and pen clasped firmly in her hands, she sighed deeply. The pages were filled with vibrant sketches and poetry. It had been two weeks since Peter had disappeared. That notebook was her only tangible reminder that her dream had been real. She touched it gently.

“Argh! When will you come to rescue me, my lunar boy? I yearn for your presence again,” she whispered, closing her eyes. Tears threatened to fall as she thought of the comfort Peter had once provided—a sanctuary from family problems, school quarrels, and her own insecurities. With him, she had felt free, far from the world’s expectations.

“Everything feels so melancholic now,” she muttered. “Even my poetry has vanished with that magical dream. What a mess you’ve caused, Peter. You gave me something, only to take it away when I’d grown so used to it. And yet… I still want it. If you came back, I’d go with you again, this time forever. No resentment, only love.”

Tears welled in her eyes, and her rising sobs tightened her throat. After a while, she sat in silence, her head resting lazily against the window, trying to calm herself and avoid crying again.

“At least I have you to keep me company, right, Sirius?” she whispered, stroking her black cat’s head. His orange eyes regarded her carefully as he leaned into the affection.

Later, she took a warm bath and sipped a cup of peppermint tea. Back in her bedroom, she tried to sleep, but two hours passed, and the rest evaded her. Despite the worries of recent weeks, she had usually managed to sleep deeply after the first two days without Peter. Tonight, though, her mind raced with ‘what ifs’ and ‘whys.’

“Argh! What’s wrong with me? I need to rest,” she groaned, running her hands over her face. Her thoughts spiralled again. “Two weeks. Why can’t I go back? What was it again? ‘Second star to the right and…’ Oh, no… I’ve forgotten!” she exclaimed, sitting up abruptly, her expression distraught.

“Second star to the right and straight on ‘til morning,” a boyish voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Peter!”

Agatha rushed to the windowsill, where the boy stood on her reading nook, hands on his hips. She threw her arms around his neck.

“I missed you!” she said warmly.

“I know,” he replied, nuzzling into her hair before gently pulling back. His eyes seemed distant, and his smile felt off—strained.

“You’re acting strange,” she said, her voice tinged with concern. “You don’t seem… real.”

“I don’t seem real?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes. You’re here, but you feel absent. What are you hiding, Peter?”

He sighed. “I came to tell you… you can’t come back to Neverland.”

“What?” Her brows furrowed in disbelief. “Why not?”

“You’re growing up, Agatha. You don’t belong there anymore.”

“I don’t want to grow up! If it means staying with you, I’ll stop in time.”

“You’re lying,” Peter said gently. “You couldn’t leave your mum, your cousin Guilherme, or your friend Camilla. You’d never abandon them, and I wouldn’t want you to.”

Agatha looked down, shame washing over her. Peter was right. As much as she loved him and the others in Neverland, her heart wouldn’t let her leave her family and friends behind.

“So… that’s it?” she asked softly.

Peter nodded. “You’ll have a brilliant future, Agatha. You’ll grow into someone who still dreams—someone rare and extraordinary.”

“Were those moments in Neverland worth something, Peter?”

“Of course,” he said, cupping her face with both hands. “They’ll always be memories, and maybe, one day, stories.”

“Will I forget you?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

“Perhaps,” he said, his smile tinged with sorrow. “But I’ll always resonate within you. In that space between sleep and wake, that’s where I’ll be, waiting for you.”

Peter embraced her, and she held him tightly, tears streaming down her face.

“I’ll never forget you,” she sobbed.

“I’ll never forget you either," Peter replied. “But love is knowing when to let go.” A single tear slid down his cheek. He gently kissed her forehead, and she closed her eyes, savouring the moment for the last time.

“Goodbye,” they said in unison. Peter stepped onto the windowsill and disappeared into the night sky.

Agatha closed her window, her heart heavy yet calm. That night, she dreamed peacefully. The next morning, she noticed her notebook was gone. Smiling faintly, she decided she’d buy a new one with her mum later and start afresh—perhaps with a story about a boy named Peter Pan.

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Hiiii!

So, this was a pretty old story of mine that I found in a forgotten notebook and resolved to post. I finally decided sharing some writings I made through years, between poetry and prose. I probably will write more too, maybe even writing imagines of the marauders. Who knows... Well, I hope you lot enjoy.

Have a lovely day n life!!

Fondly, Mari.