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“Estoy donde quería estar, no donde quiero estar”

song inspo: Donde Quiero Estar, Quevedo

I'm where I wanted to be, not where I want to be.

summary: after breaking up with you last summer to focus on his career, James discovered now, holding everything he wished before, that what he craves deeply, he let fall between the gasps of his fingers.

pairing: james potter x fem!reader

warnings: some angst (almost nothing) and fluff at the end

wc: 1.885 | masterlist

The clash of the waves slamming the rocks echoed through the beach. James rested his weight on the balcony railing. His eyes were distant. Desolate even.

The man let out a deep sigh. His eyes closing briefly. The wind tousled his hair vacantly. He looked like a miserable, handsome man. One might even think he was depressed or that he recently suffered some tragedy.

Slap.

A heavy palm hit his back.

“How have you been, mate?” asked the man in a strident, smiley voice. His forearms leaning on the railing as well. His dark hair was tousled by the wind.

James looked at him.

“You look miserable, Prongs. What is it?”

“You know what it is, Padfoot… It’s Y/n… It’s me,” said the man, turning to the sea again. His orbs drowned in suffering. Sirius crunched his nose at that. He hates seeing James out of his character — now sad and drained.

“Hey Pron—” Sirius tried to make a conciliatory gesture to James’ back in manner to soothe him a little. But the man turned once more.

“I fucked up, Padfoot,” he affirms slowly, almost afraid — like a little stray animal.

“Hey”, Sirius holds his shoulder now. A tight grip, he prayed, whatever star above, that this helps James ground.

“You didn’t,” assure him.

“I—”

Sirius lifted his index finger in a “sush” gesture.

“You did what you wanted—”

“But at that—”

“JAMES”,

The man widened his eyes. His friend put both hands on his shoulders now.

“Listen to me, Potter,” ordered Sirius in a stern tone. James fell silent at that. Dark brown eyes glaring at Padfoot.

“You are young. You thought that was the right decision, so you ran in that direction. Things could not have to go as you wished, Prongs… But you didn’t fuck up. You did what you thought was correct.” He shook James a bit.

“Bloody hell, James! You were amazing. You always are. Yes, she isn’t there by your side. But what about the memories you guys share?”

James felt his throat drying.

“What about the laughs, the times when our biggest preoccupation was what prank we would pull on people? Our victories? The fucking mesmerising and envious career you build for yourself?”

He let one of his palms fall. His gaze remained intently fixed on James.

“Aren’t you satisfied with your career? Aren’t you happy about the life you have now? About the way everybody continues to love you? About the way you have loyal friends and a caring family to come back to?”

James inhales deeply. His eyes went to the floor. Sirius noted his lower lip trembling.

“I-I… fuck it!” he inhales again. His breathing was erratic, tone unsteady. “I know I have many things to be grateful for, Sirius. Don’t remind me of it… I’m a stupid, ungrateful little shit,” he griped, tugging his hair harshly.

“That’s what I am,” he pushed again. Sirius holds his wrist.

“I am fucking ashamed.”

“James,” the other man whispered. Potter remained still, looking at his feet.

“Prooongs”, he singsonged, just like he did in the Hogwarts times. James gave a small glare at him. Sirius smirked empathetically. James tried to force a smile.

“You aren’t a shame. We are all proud of you. I am. We will always have. But if this isn’t what you wanted… so change.”

James stared bemused at him.

“If this isn’t what you want. If you recognise now that this life of yours is full of fans. This,” he pointed to James.

“This Chaser brilliant player life isn’t what makes you happy… If you don’t want that anymore, Prongs… change. No one will be angry or disappointed… We want you to feel alright… We want to see you well—” Sirius stopped at a sniff. James’ head was still low, glaring at the floor.

Body shaking. Small sobs leaving his mouth.

“Jam—”

“Padfoot”, the man sobbed. “Don’t you think my oldies would be… disappointed?” His eyes were glossy like glass.

Sirius let out a funny huff. “Of course, no Prongs. It’s your life. No one will be disappointed. Though, we’ll be deeply worried if you live for others, not for you. If you forget to enjoy yourself,” he stopped, a tender smile directed at James.

“If you stopped to share with us your enlightening smile and laughs. Well, if this happened. Then we’ll be concerned.”

James was out of words. He opened his mouth, and after some seconds, he pronounced.

“Do you believe she would forgive me? Would she give me another chance?” Sirius observed the despair in his eyes, tears falling like drops of rain. He was begging, almost.

Padfoot smiled in compassion.

“I don’t know, Prongs,” he retorts, softly and smiling.

“But if it is the one you want—”

“I love her.”

“If it is the one you love, then I think it’s worth trying.”

James’ eyes widened. His mouth gaped like he had received some sort of secret knowledge.

“You’re right—yes—yes—you’re right. I’m crying like some type of idiot”—

“You aren’t a—”

“But I could be speaking with her. Goddamn Padfoot,” he exclaims with his hands in the air.

“You’re so right!” he gesticulated, all energised now.

“I’ll go! I’ll go after her. That’s my girl! I won’t give up on her!” He hushed in fast footsteps. Before he comes back inside, he comes over, close to Sirius. He ran to his friend.

“Thanks, Padfoot,” he murmured on the man’s neck. His muscular arms engulfing Sirius, who reciprocates the hug.

“I’m alright, mate. Now go win back your girl!”

“Right!” he exclaimed, entering the house. He never ran so fast to the front door — the man almost fell over the tiles.

As James opened the front door, he saw. Her. Y/n. His lovely Y/n. One of his best friends. His girlfriend since the early years of Hogwarts. She stood rooted in front of the door. A round cake in her left hand. Her right palm was extended. A clear sign that she was going to ring the bell. Her lips were pressed into a thin line. Plainly overthinking.

“James…” she let in a soft murmur.

“Y/n”, he replies equally. Suddenly he was awkward, like the first time he looked at her after admitting he liked more than a friend.

“I…” She bit her lower lip.

“I bring you this,” she pushed the cake further, almost putting it in his hands.

“It’s your birthday. Happy birthday, Potter.”

“You called me Jamie, or love,” he replied sadly.

“I… I don’t know if I should—like—you know…”

“I don’t.”

She closed her eyes. A loud breath left her mouth.

“You know… it would be strange,” she opened her orbs again. “It would be strange to call you Jamie when we haven’t talked in a while, while I’ve been sleeping alone since July…” Her voice became strained. Her lower lip trembling slightly, she bites it again.

“When aren’t we anymore?” Her tone was a crying plea now. “We aren’t… you know, Jamie—you know, Potter… We can’t; it was your decision, and I respect that…”

She glares at him. Glossy eyes gazing at him. He felt like she could read his soul—he wishes she could.

“I… I was stupid.”

She gazes at the cake. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish.

“I thought,” he began.

“I thought I could only have one or the other. Or career or love… But I was so wrong, Y/n.” He put his hand gently on her forearm. His touch burnt and healed her skin. She closed her eyes momentarily. How she missed him.

“Now I know… I can have both,” he let out a low chuckle. “I think I can even live without Quidditch, but not without you, Y/n. Please, I beg you,” he put himself on his knees.

“Give me another chance, love; I would never make a mistake like this again. I’ll try my best. And I’ll never put you afar. We’re a team. Meant to grow together…” His tone was becoming lower as he spoke. His eyes pleading, his tone sorrowful and hopeful.

Her eyes filled with more tears.

“You don’t deserve”, she mumbled. He assents.

“But I miss you very much,” a sob left her mouth. “It hurt so much when you broke up.”

“I know, lovie,” he got up. Her hand goes gently to dry her tear.

“I…” she sniffed. Intense eyes watching him.

“I give you another chance.”

“OH MY!” he exclaims with emotion. He went to hug her, but she gesticulated with the cake. He let his arms flail.

“I…” A big grin appears on his face.

“With one condition”, she pointed her index finger in the air.

“Whatever you wish for,” he completed.

“I wanted a kiss and a long cuddling night for the lost time.”

“That isn’t a condition, darling,” he smiled. “That is our routine coming back from its place.”

“It should have never ended.”

“I know,” he breathed.

“Do you guys want me to get the cake so you can snug in peace?” muttered a voice coming from behind the door. A head appears. Sirius Black.

His brows arched.

“Sure,” Y/n assented, giving the cake to him.

“Thanks, love,” smirked Padfoot before disappearing again.

“Where did we stop?” grinned James.

“My kisses,” mumbled Y/n, jumping over his arms.

He holds her tightly, nuzzling on her hair then neck.

“How could I be so dumb?” he enquired rhetorically.

“Let’s forget the past, hum?” She breathed in his throat. “The present is way more interesting,” said the woman, resting her chin on his chest and glaring at him.

He beamed, that boyish grin of his before deep in her warmth. His lips pressing gently yet firmly onto hers. His right palm coming to her cheek while the left goes to her waist, bringing her skin close to his. She melted while he deeply kissed.

His tongue entering her mouth. Y/n let a small hum at it. He grinned. How much he missed her.

The kiss was long, deepened, passionate and slow. He pressed his teeth at the flesh of her bottom lip before distancing his face. His forehead resting on hers. Both smiling, let dizzy smiles take into their expression. Their eyes were full of love.

“Happy birthday, Jamie, my love,” mumbled he on his lips.

He smiled, all enchanted.

“Thanks, darling,” he whispered, pressing his lips onto hers before kissing her again. And again, and again, and again… until their lips were swollen, breath wild and cheeks hurting from long smiles.

Sirius went out of the house that day. He went to sleep in Remus and Regulus's flat.

The cake was eaten mostly by Sirius.

Y/n and James weren’t worried about the small slices left in the fridge.

Their desire and tenderness for each other were more urgent.

They spent the night making up for the lost time and promising to never take impulsive actions again.

They were a team, after all.

taglist: @boromoony my shayla!!!!

Hi, Sweeties!!!!

I make this ASAP and late, which means my vision is already tired due to my day + writing.

I probably will revise it again tomorrow, but I insist on posting it today since it's none other than James, aka our dear Prongs, birthday!

(I'm aware of the chaotic seeker-and-chaser discussion, but since I like the chaser position as well, I put it.)

Hope you lot like it!

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I'm literally giggling and kicking my feet, darling.

💗💗💗

Unfortunately, that's just me and my chaotic work and study schedule. Yet, I believe the winds are changing, and I'll probably be more active in April than I ever was the entire year(until now).

OMG I LOVE CATS TOO!!!

I'm crazy about animals. Cats the most.

But I love dogs, parrots, snakes, bunnies, and all.

I had some hyperfixation on snow leopards and foxes as well. They are so pretty and funny.

Henceforth, I hope we can become closer and construct bonds around this amazing space and around these dear people out there.

Take care, bubs!

With heartfelt warmth

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★ Plus, I love how you put my username on the hashtag; it was so cute. I love it, love it.

Xoxo

Hellllooooo my sweetheartttttt 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

How are you doing? ❤️ Just reread your writing and I’m still swooning 🥹🫶🏻

You‘re such a cute and precious sweetheart, I’m very proud of you and your creative writing and I love you lots! ❤️❤️❤️

Would love to connect with you more 🥰🥰🥰❤️

OMG MY DARLING!!!!!

MY SHAYLA IS BAAAAAACK!!!

Darling, I have the same to say to you. Omg!!! These days had been so hushed and chaotic (months, actually). I'm often on the verge of posting new pieces of writing, but something always happens before I finish and post them. ARRRRGH.

THOUGH, I remember you, my dear boromoony!!! I hold you dearly inside my heart, my friend.

I'm so glad to see you here again.

I'm very proud of you also; your enlightening presence is required.

I'm hopeful and would love to connect more with you as well! Take care, bubs! ;) ♡

[moonysweetheart]

Hellllooooo my sweetheartttttt 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

How are you doing? ❤️ Just reread your writing and I’m still swooning 🥹🫶🏻

You‘re such a cute and precious sweetheart, I’m very proud of you and your creative writing and I love you lots! ❤️❤️❤️

Would love to connect with you more 🥰🥰🥰❤️

OMG MY DARLING!!!!!

MY SHAYLA IS BAAAAAACK!!!

Darling, I have the same to say to you. Omg!!! These days had been so hushed and chaotic (months, actually). I'm often on the verge of posting new pieces of writing, but something always happens before I finish and post them. ARRRRGH.

THOUGH, I remember you, my dear boromoony!!! I hold you dearly inside my heart, my friend.

I'm so glad to see you here again.

I'm very proud of you also; your enlightening presence is required.

I'm hopeful and would love to connect more with you as well! Take care, bubs! ;) ♡

[moonysweetheart]

🫶

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Cowboy James (@inkdrinkerworld)

cowboy!james x kindergarten teacher!reader’s morning routine

Something happens and Im head over heels

(@moonysweetheart)

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First Fall of Snow (@moonysloveee)

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[moonysweetheart]

.☘︎ ݁˖ New Beginnings 🏠︎

☆⋆ MASTERLIST ☆⋆

summary: when Remus and Yn moved to a house near his parents. Remus realised he, Yn, their friends, and their baby on the way were beginning a new chapter on life.

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

warnings: none I believe, mentions of pregnancy

word count: 937

“No, James! That box goes in the other room!” screamed the girl.

“Which one?” the boy shouted back.

“The one opposite the kitchen!”

“Oh, okay. Thanks, Dorcas!”

A loud thud was heard. Lily and Marlene exchanged amused, knowing glances.

“Be careful not to break their things, Potter!” Lily called out.

“I will, my love!” he yelled back, only for the sound of a box knocking against a wall to follow, causing his friends to erupt into laughter.

“Here,” Sirius announced, breathing heavily. “The last box.”

“Thanks, Siri,” Y/N said gently, giving two pats on his back. He smiled at her in return.

“You’re welcome, dovey.”

“I thought I already had a chat with you about that, Padfoot,” Remus muttered, appearing out of nowhere—or so Sirius thought.

Remus arched his eyebrows, his expression challenging, almost threatening, though Sirius knew it was a joke. “Only I can call her ‘dovey.’”

Sirius raised his hands in mock surrender. “Sorry, my good man, I was only being a gentleman.”

“No, you were being shameless.” Sirius grinned smugly at that.

“Come on, boys! I need your help organizing everything!” Y/N shouted.

“Sorry, but remind me again why you don’t just use a spell to arrange the house?” Sirius asked.

“Because Y/N wanted to move next to my parents, so my mother can help her during the pregnancy. And the Muggles would probably pass out if they saw such a thing,” Remus replied matter-of-factly.

“Just close the doors.”

“We haven’t put up the curtains yet, the windows are huge, and the only door that isn’t glass is the front one.”

“Riiight,” Sirius said mockingly, singing the word under his breath.

“Oh my God,” Lily gasped, smiling widely as Dorcas giggled behind her.

“What’s all the fuss about?” Marlene asked as she entered the room, the boys trailing behind her.

"The baby is kicking," Y/N chuckled, beaming with happiness. Remus swore his heart skipped a beat at the sight of her radiant smile as their eyes met.

“I am the luckiest wizard of our time,” he murmured, his voice barely audible, but just loud enough for James and Sirius to hear. The two men exchanged a satisfied glance.

“Come,” Y/N gestured for Remus to approach. “He likes it when you’re close.” And so he did.

The afternoon passed in a blur of laughter, jokes, and stolen moments. Dorcas found an old camera in one of Remus’s boxes and took countless photos of them, their goofy, happy faces captured forever—memories of a home. By mid-afternoon, a strong rain began to fall, and Y/N convinced everyone to stay.

“Please, it’s our first day in our house,” she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “H-o-u-s-e,” she spelled out, grinning like a child. “Not an apartment.” She jumped again. “A house.”

“I think they get it, love,” Remus said gently, watching her with an affectionate smile.

“I know, but I like saying it. And it’s only fitting that our friends spend our first day here with us.” She clapped her hands as a new idea struck her. “We can recount Hogwarts memories, play some games, and take more photos. We may be adults now, but we aren’t soulless.”

“She’s right!” Marlene called from the couch.

“See?” Y/N arched an eyebrow at Remus, who found himself smiling yet again. How could he not? She was light itself.

“And Peter is almost here,” James added.

“He really saved himself from all the hard work,” Sirius barked out a laugh.

“Let him be,” Lily scolded, hugging James at her side. “He’s in love, and his girlfriend needed him for an appointment.”

“Huh, he’d be a terrible boyfriend if he left her alone,” Dorcas muttered, examining a toy car Y/N had received from her in-laws.

“That’s right,” Marlene agreed.

“Excuses and more excuses,” Sirius declared dramatically, making his way to the kitchen to grab more food.

And so, they decided to have what Dorcas called a ‘pajama party.’ Blankets were strewn across the living room floor, and they resolved to sleep together just as they had in their Hogwarts days. Despite Remus’s concerns, Y/N insisted she would be fine.

“If anything, I’ll whisper in your ear when they’re all asleep so you can take me back to our room,” she murmured against his ear. He rolled his eyes playfully.

“Alright, madam.”

And just like that, they spent the night wrapped in memories, teasing, and warm embraces—like a family should.

Y/N never did ask to go to their bedroom, instead falling asleep on Remus’s chest. He couldn’t have been prouder.

Lily and James were entangled as always, a locket around her neck revealing a photo of their two-year-old son, Harry, who was currently at his grandparents’ house. On James’s wrist—the same arm wrapped around Lily’s waist—was the wristband Harry had made for him.

Dorcas and Marlene slept side by side, while Sirius, sprawled at their feet, had Marlene’s right foot nearly on his cheek. In his chest, curled in his hands, lay a small rat—Wormtail.

They were such a beautiful family, and Remus could not have been happier. Nor could he have been more excited about his new life and the fresh chapter ahead—next to the love of his life, in the home of their dreams, near his parents, and awaiting the arrival of their child.

A happy new beginning awaited them.

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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.

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𝖱𝖾𝗆𝗎𝗌 𝖫𝗎𝗉𝗂𝗇:

-> They were only friends... (a series)☕💌

when everybody agreed, they were a cute couple, but Remus and Y/n still pointed out that they were only friends.

-> New Beginnings🔮💌

Remus realised he, Yn, their friends, and their baby on the way are beginning a new chapter on life.

𝖲𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗎𝗌 𝖡𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄:

𝖩𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖯𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋:

-> Something happens and I'm head over heels 🔮💌

when james finally realises he is head over heels for yn, will his clumsiness allow him to confess?

-> Estoy donde quería estar, no donde quiero estar 🔮🦋💌

after breaking up with you last summer to focus on his career, James discovered now, holding everything he wished before, that what he craves deeply, he let fall between the gasps of his fingers.

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they were only friends... (a series)

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when remus and yn were playing bicycles on bed (づ> v <)づ♡

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Something happens and I'm head over heels

summary: James suddenly realised he likes Yn, but will his clumsiness allow him to confess?

pairing: james potter x fem!reader

word count: 1,073 | ☆⋆ MASTERLIST ☆⋆

warnings: none :)

“Padfoot! Moony! Wormtail! Reunion! Emergency reunion!!!” James bellowed as he stormed into the Great Hall, grabbing Peter and Sirius by the backs of their collars and dragging them along.

A few students glanced their way, mildly curious, but most quickly lost interest. It wasn’t exactly unusual for James to burst in yelling, nor was it the first time he’d called an “emergency reunion” in front of everyone. The last time it happened, Remus had teased him mercilessly—with Marlene and Lily enthusiastically joining in—for summoning them to help him choose a decent pair of swim trunks because Yn was joining his family on holiday.

“And what’s so urgent now, James?” asked Remus, his voice calm but tinged with sarcasm.

“I can’t talk here, Moony,” James said in a hushed but intense tone. “Someone might hear, and then they’ll tell her before I do!”

“Could you please let go, James? You’re suffocating me,” Peter wheezed, coughing for dramatic effect. James muttered a quick “Sorry,” releasing both Peter and Sirius, though the latter shot him an exasperated glare.

“You need to get a grip, Prongs,” Sirius said, smoothing out his shirt. “You look like a madman half the time.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Let’s just get to the dormitory,” James insisted, his eyes wide and urgent. “I’ve discovered something. Something really, really important. And I need your help.”

The three boys exchanged glances, a silent but mutual question passing between them: What now?

They follow James anyway. They always did.

As the dormitory door closed, Sirius voiced.

“Okay, spill it, Prongs. What’s all this about?” Sirius asked, folding his arms.

The group exchanged glances. James was running his hands through his hair like a madman, sporting a desperate yet ridiculously happy grin. He glanced around the room conspiratorially before leaning in to whisper.

“I think—no, wait—I know,” he grinned wider. “I love Yn.”

His smile practically split his face.

“Didn’t you skip a few steps there?” Peter asked, amused. “Like, you like her, you start dating, and then you fall in love. Isn’t that how it’s supposed to work?”

“Apparently not,” Remus cut in, smirking. “James is trying to be the new Romeo. Who knows? Maybe the new Werther—completely desperate and lovesick.”

“Who’s Romeo?” the other three asked in unison.

“And what the hell is a Veader, Moony?” Sirius added, looking both puzzled and offended.

“Forget it,” Remus sighed. “I keep forgetting you lot barely read magical books, let alone Muggle ones. Anyway, carry on, James.”

“I already told you!” James exclaimed.

“What do you need us for?” Sirius asked, raising a brow.

“Yeah, mate,” Peter chimed in. “You’re the one who has to tell her how you feel. We can’t do that for you.”

“I know that,” James said, exasperated. “But I need you guys to handle the girls. Distract them so I can get some alone time with Yn. My mum says women like sentimental men. I want to plan something special…”

Thud, thud, thud.

A knock on the door made them all freeze.

“James, are you in there?”

The boys exchanged wide-eyed looks. Remus clamped a hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh at James’s utterly panicked expression.

“It’s Yn,” James whispered. The boys all nodded, smirking at his antics.

“Yeah, James, it’s me,” Yn called from the other side of the door. “Can you open up? I need to talk to you—you mixed up our Potions assignments today!”

James looked helplessly at his friends, who gestured for him to get on with it.

“Hi, Yn,” James said, his usual confidence wavering. The words I love you, please date me teetered on the edge of his tongue, but he bit down, tasting a faint hint of iron.

“Hi, James,” she replied with a warm smile, stepping into the room. “Hi, boys!”

“Hi, Yn!” they chorused, suddenly very interested in the ceiling, walls, and floor. Yn grinned at their obvious attempt to avoid eye contact.

James frantically gestured for them to leave, but his “subtlety” was anything but. Before they could escape entirely, Yn stopped them.

“Come on, guys, there’s no point. You can stay.” She shot James an amused look, then turned back to the group.

“Your friend here,” she began, her tone teasing, “mixed up our Potions assignments. We’re supposed to analyze and annotate our Amortentia samples by tomorrow.”

Everyone except Yn looked utterly baffled.

“You know what James did?” she continued. “After class, he grabbed my cauldron instead of his. I ended up with his potion.” She walked over to James’s desk, opened his cauldron, and lifted the lid.

“Now, James,” she said, her voice almost playful, “tell me—what do you smell?”

Remus caught on first, his grin spreading as realization hit him.

“I… I…” James stammered, his brain stalling.

“It’s your scent,” Yn said, her voice softening. “Mixed with new books, cinnamon rolls, and lavender.”

The words hit him like a Bludger. The air seemed to stop.

“And your Amortentia?” she continued, her smile growing. “It smells like the beach, mint, apple pie… and my scent.”

She leaned in slightly, her grin now unmistakably smug.

“I like you too, James. A lot.”

For a moment, he was frozen, his brain struggling to catch up. The boys stared, equally stunned. Then, a grin began to spread across James’s face.

“Speak, Prongs!” Sirius shouted.

“Oh my gosh, Yn, I fucking adore you!” James exclaimed, scooping her up and spinning her around. When he set her down, his hands cupped her cheeks.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Of course I will,” she said, laughing.

“I love you!” He kissed her cheek. “I love you, I love you!” He kissed her temple, her nose, peppering her face with kisses.

“Merlin, Yn, why did it take me so long to figure this out?”

“I think we were both afraid of ruining our friendship,” she said nuzzling on his neck and smiling warmly. “And maybe a bit stubborn.”

“Good thing I’ve got a smart girl to guide me. My girlfriend.”

“My boyfriend,” she replied, her grin matching his.

From downstairs, Peter’s voice rang out. “You guys want anything from the kitchen?”

“No!” James shouted back, then leaned in to whisper, “I’m spending the afternoon with my girl. Just us.”

“You’re so cheesy,” Yn giggled.

“You’ll get used to it,” he replied, his smile softening before he kissed her again.

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and they were only friends...

summary: a cutesy game of bicycle between yn and remus led their friends to tease them again ☆⋆ MASTERLIST ☆⋆

pairing: 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.

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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.

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