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if i was empty space

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OH MY GOD HAHAHAH

OH MY GOD HAHAHAH 😭😭

i love you this is so adorable eeee!! đŸ«¶

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6 months ago

umm girl i was getting ready to shed some tears but then LUCKILY you swooped in with that endingđŸ€­ and you nailed that feeling of pining and loving so perfectly rahhhhh!!

wonder what's in the cards for us?

james potter x ex!reader ✼ 1.7k

summary: you live in james’ mind, rent-free, even after all these years.

cw/tags: gn!reader (no use of y/n), lovers (mentioned) to exes to (???), muggle!au, modern!au, (sorta???) angst... w/ an ending (wink wonk), and as u can probably already tell, this is from james' pov :>

note: now i also didnt know what i was doing with this one even more than the other james fic i just wrote 😭 but thats fine, ive managed to churn it out at least! so to whoever comes across this, well.. i hope you give it a chance đŸ«¶ bcoz james is a very lovesick puppy here despite the angsty vibe LOL and also, this is yet again based on another niki song called, "facebook friends" 😋 ENJOYY !

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Amidst a desk full of open textbooks filled with dog-eared pages, highlighted phrases, and color-coordinated tabs lies a laptop—also opened, the screen glaring brightly within the dark confines of James Potter’s dorm room, with multiple tabs open on a browser; they consist of articles, research domains, and the like.

In front of this laptop is James Potter himself, staring right at the screen with a sullen look on his face. He has his headphones on (most likely listening to a song matching his mood), his forearms are placed onto the desk, and his chin is resting on them. It was easy to say that James was currently not having the time of his life trying to study for finals.

But then again, he was also currently not studying for finals despite being surrounded by his textbooks, and the multiple tabs opened on his computer. No, he was staring right at an open Facebook tab, eyes darting over every single aspect of a specific profile as his fingers swiped up and down on the touchpad, scrolling through the profile.

He’s inherently aware that he should be studying, of course. Like many other college students think, the finals season was a force to be reckoned with, and it was absolutely critical that every spare time spent is for studying for the examinations. But as far as James was also aware of—he couldn’t sit still and be laser-focused on doing godforsaken tasks such as studying for his finals.

And so, here he was, scrolling mindlessly on your Facebook profile. Because, really, he tends to get into a sentimental mood whenever he studies. It’s either he’s looking at a photo album and reminiscing memories, grabbing random things displayed around his room and thinking about what they meant to him, or, you know, scrolling mindlessly on Facebook because that’s where his past connection with you is immortalized.

He doesn’t quite know how it all started—for one thing, he remembers being a highschool heartthrob, girls and boys alike falling at his feet. And if he was feeling particularly spunky, he’d entertain a few pretty birds or two. All the while, they had never meant anything to him other than an ego boost or just a mere distraction (which, he admittedly thinks now, made him a dick).

But amongst all of these flings, James remembers one differently than the others. He remembers you—you and your smile, your laugh, your ability to make him feel like he’s on top of the world, your ability to suddenly make everything good in the world only ten times better. He remembers absolutely everything about you. Both the good, and the bad.

He never tries to think of the bad, but even as he reminisces on the good times he’s had with you, it makes him feel just as sad as when he thinks of the bad times. So it’s a never-ending struggle against keeping you close in his memories whilst also being aware that it wasn’t right, it wasn’t healthy for him. Only fools have attachment issues with their highschool ex that they carry on to their college life.

Perhaps that was why it had all gone downhill for the both of you, he thought. As a young teenage boy capable of attracting attention from left and right, and regularly switching between person to person, he couldn’t handle ‘serious.’ He’d selfishly wanted you all to himself, but without the limits of commitment. Meanwhile, you wanted ‘serious.’ You wanted commitment. James was scared because he was unfamiliar with it all.

So naturally, you had drifted apart, never again boarding on the seesaw of your ‘relationship’ with each other. The one that bordered on the line between friends and lovers.

And in a petty attempt to ‘get back at you’ and forget about you wholly, James strived to disconnect you from across all his social media accounts, erasing any and every semblance of a connection between the two of you.

Well, all except Facebook.

It’s a guilty pleasure for him, checking on your Facebook profile every now and then. And each time, it comes to his surprise that he’s still even able to view your profile freely, as you hadn’t made the move to unfriend him like he expected you to. He feels lucky that he’s still able to keep up with your life despite not having to be in it anymore. But then again, you had always been kind back then; it’s one of the many other reasons why he still loves you, really.

But oh, how he wishes he was still in it.

James would never admit it aloud to anyone that even after all this time, he’s still not over you. Yet, at the same time, he doesn’t want to be over you. You were the next best thing to something he didn’t even know he was looking for at the time. He had underestimated how much of an impact your presence had made on him, regardless of how brief it was.

He misses you, so to speak.

It’s a pretty shitty feeling, to miss someone he can’t really see anymore, nor talk to or reach out to.

On some days, it’s easy to bear. College keeps him busy, his friends keep him entertained, and he’s been going out on a few dates, too - trying to find someone better than you so he can finally subdue the lingering feelings in his heart, and end this endless cycle of longing and waiting and loving.

And most nights, he’s able to sleep peacefully with dreams of a distant fantasy where he’s managed to finally find someone new, someone better. Someone else who could give him what you took back.

But on the other days and nights, James faces the harsh truths that there was simply no one better than you, and that a part of him will always long for you back in his life, right where you belonged.

And so, as he scrolls through your Facebook profile, and sees glimpses into your life nowadays, he can’t help but miss you more than he already does, unknowingly and unforgivably. Of course, he’s highly aware that shamelessly stalking you every now and then was incredibly creepy of him, yet, he can’t help it. He’s silently relieved by the fact that there appears to be no sign of you in a relationship at the moment, almost selfishly thinking, maybe I have a chance.

But as always, he was late to realize it. And at the same time, you were no longer there to wait for him to.

But he knows it’s a far stretch, knows that whatever the both of you had with each other was a thing of the past now, nothing but a fleeting memory. And now that he’s a little older and wiser than he was when he met you, James has made a silent acceptance of the fact that he may never be with you again in the way he wants to.

He’s not afraid of ‘serious’ anymore, nor is he afraid of commitment, and he no longer blames it on his unfamiliarity either. Now, he wants it too.

And so, as James continues to pine after you even after all this time, he’s foolishly hoping that the two of you would cross paths again; get to know each other again, get to know him again now that he’s managed to grow into a better version of himself. He wishes that you’d met this version of him first, because maybe then, you would have stayed together.

But of course, as the harsh reality of things would have it, James is more than happy to just stay friends with you on Facebook. He’ll keep you close in his memories while silently hoping for a chance to try again. To try it all with you again.

Suddenly, he feels the desk shake from beneath him, a vibrating sensation that pulls him out of his thoughts of you. It comes from his phone, which now shows a wacky selfie of Sirius, indicating a call from him.

James stares at it for a few seconds, debating on whether he should answer his friend’s call despite the likely reason that it’s just another one of Sirius’ jests or drunk calls, or maybe even a butt dial. But he decided to welcome the distraction eventually, placing his headphones around his neck as he moved to grab the phone, pressing it to his ear.

“Hello—”

“OPEN THE BLOODY DOOR, YOU MORON! I’VE BEEN KNOCKING FOR THE PAST TEN MINUTES HERE!”

James nearly jolts out of his seat as he pulls the phone away from his ear by Sirius’ yelling. He has half a mind to yell back at him and explain that he was ‘in the middle of something,’ which led to his not noticing his friends’ knocking.

But he doesn’t find the energy to do it no matter how annoying Sirius was being. So, he sighs.

James hears the banging on his door now, and the yelling comes again from both outside his door, and the speakers on his phone. It forms an echo of Sirius’ voice demanding that he be let in, and it gives James a headache.

He calls out, “I’m coming!” in an annoyed voice, rushing to close the open tab of your Facebook profile on his laptop so he could finally open the door for his friend.

What James doesn’t notice though is that during the process of closing the tab, he’d managed to accidentally leave a like on one of your old posts. He never visits your profile again after letting Sirius come in and hang around his dorm for the remainder of the day. Thus, imagine his surprise the next day, as he opens the Facebook tab again, finding a message waiting for him, and from you.

hi james :) how are you doing?

And just like that, the inhibitions that had once held him back from indulging in his desires to try another chance with you are completely shed as James hastily typed out his response.

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surprise! it's an open ending ;) thanks for reading the whole thing <333 and as always, likes, replies, and reblogs are very much appreciated :] lmk what u thought abt this!!! <3


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6 months ago
Daylight

Daylight

Remus x You

WC: 4k

Summary: In which you realize that loving Remus is truly daylight.

TW: mentions of cheating, use of y/n

an: loves i hope you enjoy the first fic of the marauders lover album!!

. ʁ₊ âŠč . ʁ˖ . ʁ. ʁ₊ âŠč . ʁ˖ . ʁ

The view was gorgeous. The sun was slowly beginning to set but not entirely gone, and the soft summer breeze gently blew against the guests’ hair and dresses. It was a glorious sight. You stood at the very edge, watching with bated breath as you nervously held the flowers in your hand. Your hands felt cold, and your stomach was in knots. You’re positive if you had extended your arm, your hands would have been shaking. Looking at the end of the aisle, you saw him. And suddenly, the darkness in your head became daylight.

. ʁ₊ âŠč . ʁ˖ . ʁ. ʁ₊ âŠč . ʁ˖ . ʁ

It was after OWLS that you, Remus, Sirius, and James lounged in the common room. You didn’t have much to do since your exams ended. You laid your legs on top of Sirius’, and he gave them a comforting squeeze. Smiling back at him, you flicked another piece of popcorn at James’ face. He unsurprisingly caught the popcorn.

“How do you reckon you did on the exams, love?” Sirius asked, reaching for the bowl on your lap. You shrugged. You were so nervous leading up to the exams that you weren’t even sure you passed. Remus had helped you study, and he knew that you would pass. However, you did not return the confidence. Remus’ interest piqued and is waiting to hear your answer. He had spent the better half of two months tutoring you. Bless him; he would wake up early to create flashcards for you. He would prepare practice quizzes for you to feel more confident in your skills.

“Truthfully? I don’t think I am going to pass. I feel like I completely failed!” You confess. Sirius looked at you, slightly confused. He knew that Remus had been tutoring you like a madman. He would’ve assumed you would’ve felt confident enough to agree that you had passed.

“It's okay, Y/n. I, too, feel like I failed.” James chimed in. He popped another piece of popcorn in his mouth. He didn’t think he had failed, but he didn’t want all the attention on you. He saw you get tense.

“Dove, why do you feel you failed?” Remus asked in a soft tone. You groan. How could you explain to your lovely Remus that you probably failed because the better half of your tutoring sessions were spent with you staring at him? A blush crept its way to your cheeks at the attention. You wouldn’t fess up to Remus, so why did you feel so uneasy about your exams?

“I just don’t think I did well, s’all.” You spoke as you turned to look at Remus’ stare. His warm brown eyes held a comforting look that you almost forgot that it was because you were in love with him that you felt that you had failed.

“I think you did just fine, dove.” Remus got up and squeezed your hand as he left the common room. You felt like you were being roasted. Your face had become hot, and Sirius seemed to catch on.

“Love, you okay over there?” Sirius commented. You turned to glare at him and nodded nonetheless, but he didn’t respond. So, he had made eye contact with James. Neither he nor James believed you. It had become an underlying suspicion between the two boys that you were smitten for your friend. But James had convinced Sirius not to tease you about it anymore. He just didn’t think it would do you any favors if Sirius continued to tease you for being so shy around Remus. The boys dropped it and opted to go to the Great Hall in order to eat their dinner.

”Y/n?” James spoke as he saw Sirius at the door. You look up at him with slight confusion in your face as you turn.

“If you like him, please tell him.” James didn’t say anything else and walked back up to Sirius. They left you in shock, were you really that obvious?

Remus had opted to go visit the astronomy tower. He knew there was something that you weren’t telling him about why you felt so uneasy about your exams. He spent hours working with you to ensure that you knew what you were doing. He graded your work and he saw how smart you were. So why didn’t you believe in yourself? What was causing you not to believe in yourself the way he did in you? Maybe he was slightly biased but it was you. You were everything for him. So he believed you passed. He couldn’t understand why you didn’t see that. He of course would never tell you out right how much he cared and why he cared that much. But he would try and show it in ways he knew. Which was why he was now sitting in the astronomy tower staring out onto the stars thinking about you and how he desperately wished he could tell you he loved you. Yet he wouldn’t do that, he wouldn't dare do anything that would cause him not to have you anymore. So there alone he sat not thinking much about what was happening with you to think that you weren’t brilliant. His inner sulking was cut short when he heard someone on the stairs.

“Moony is that you?” Sirius questioned his friend. Truthfully Sirius knew it was him he had seen his location on the map. Remus had been at the tower for nearly three hours. Sirius thought it was time for him to come back.

”Pads.” Remus replied.

”C’mon back to our dorm loverboy.” Remus didn’t bother to argue with Sirius. He knew that Sirius knew that he liked you. So what was the point in lying about it? Silently the two boys walked back to their common room. It was comforting to Remus. While the comfort was there the underlying hurt of not being with you began tearing away at Remus.

. ʁ₊ âŠč . ʁ˖ . ʁ. ʁ₊ âŠč . ʁ˖ . ʁ

You walked down the aisle and he looked radiant. Suddenly all the pain that you had gone through was worth this moment. All the heartache that you two experience was beyond worth this moment to be here with him. You reached the altar and you were starstruck speechless. He was gorgeous, his eyes sparking in the sunlight and in his suit Remus looked amazing. You had begun to think that you didn’t want to look at anything else. Nothing else mattered. He was everything to you. As you reached the altar Remus reached for your veil and uncovered your face. The brightness of your smile caused a swarm of butterflies to swell in Remus’ stomach. You felt similarly as you watched him smile. The sun behind him caused a beautiful halo behind and it made everything ethereal. Remus gently brushed his hand on the apple of your cheek and caused goosebumps to rise. Everything felt magical. You were truly and utterly in love with him.

. ʁ₊ âŠč . ʁ˖ . ʁ. ʁ₊ âŠč . ʁ˖ . ʁ

It was the night of the Yule Ball and it was feeling a bit awkward because you were going with your cousin's best friend Max. All because Remus wasn’t going with you. It wasn’t like it was his fault even though he also had feelings for you. You sat in your shared dorm with Lily and Marlene helping you get ready for the ball and helping you with your hair.

“Babe you look gorgeous!” Marlene cheered as she finished your makeup as Lily applied the last few clips on your hair. She had finished the final touches as she gently brushed your hair away from your face and onto your back. The gentle curls looked wonderful with your dress. Your dress was a beautiful lavender color with an iridescent white touch to it. You looked radiant. The moons that Lily placed in your hair gently glowed in the dim light of the castle, it made you beyond stunning. Slowly you descended the stairs, you hate to admit it but you were looking for Remus, yet he was nowhere to be found. Rushing to your side was an overly dramatic Max. Pouting, you look at him masking the defeat you felt.

He wasn’t Remus.

“Max!” You tried but it felt weird talking to him like this. You didn’t feel much like conversing with him, you simply wanted to find Remus. As the night went on you couldn’t find him and the sinking feeling that he wasn’t there continued. It felt terrible to know he wasn’t there but it was also nice to know that he wasn't with another girl. It calmed your mind a bit that he hadn’t told you that he couldn’t come because he was with another girl but that he actually couldn’t come. Lily had mentioned something about James saying that he also wasn’t going this year and Sirius apparently was also missing the ball. It was hard to come to terms with it but it made you feel better that Remus wasn’t ditching you. You’d probably be given some sort of excuse on Monday about why he didn’t show. Trying to not feel so incredibly disappointed you made your way to the dance floor taking Max by the hand and beginning to dance the night away.

Unbeknownst to you the Yule Ball this year happened to take place during a full moon. Which meant that you would not be seeing Remus until the following Monday. Why was that how it went about? Well, he never wanted you to see him after his run in with his lycanthropy. Even though you knew to a degree about what happened to Remus every month it was never agreed upon that he was in fact a lycanthrope. You simply called it his run with the wolves. He always returned scared and slightly bruised. It hurt to see especially when you had no idea what had caused it. It was nearly infuriating to you to have to watch your best friend go through that and not know what was the reason for his agony. But Remus preferred it this ways was his way of keeping you safe. He believed that you were far too sweet and important to him for you to be hurt by finding out about this. He didn’t want to put you at risk. He refused to ever hurt you in any way and that included you finding out about him being a lycanthrope. There was nothing Remus wouldn’t have done in order to have you be safe. Even if he was unintentionally hurting you by not showing up at the Yule Ball. But believe him when he says that if you had told him on Monday that you were hurt that he didn’t show he would never forgive himself for hurting you. That was always the last thing he ever wanted to do. He never wanted to hurt you.

As you danced the night away with Max, Remus was running with Sirius at his side and James on the other. Peter obviously was somewhere with them but it was exactly like you had called it. Remus was currently running with the ‘wolves’ instead of dancing with you. It hurt him naturally to not see how gorgeous you looked in your dress or your makeup. But Moony didn’t really pay much mind to the fact that Remus wished he was there. The longer the night lasted the more you found yourself becoming more comfortable with Max. It wasn’t something that you had expected at all. But it wasn’t entirely unwelcome. He was nice, kind, warm, slightly awkward but nothing that was unsettling.

You both danced the night away and it was a nice feeling successfully getting you to forget Remus. So much so that you were able to kiss Max. And thus began your new relationship.

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The way that you and Remus had finally gotten together to the point where you were now getting married was not an easy one yet here you both stood under the altar preparing yourselves for your vows. It was a beautiful thing to watch. Understanding all the pain and worthy that you both had to go through. The beautiful start, middle and present of your relationship was the most beautiful transformation for your friends to have seen. James always liked to say that he was the mastermind behind this relationship. In reality he wasn't, he was simply just the puppet. You and Remus were undoubtedly the masterminds but you two were also beyond patient with one another waiting until the seemingly perfect time to finally get together. The road to this point may have been painful and absolutely tiring. But it led to this beautiful experience.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the beautiful love of Y/n and Remus. These two gits finally came around and got married. Which they truly deserve to be happy and married.” Sirius was chosen to officiate your wedding. Why you had agreed to this is past you but you’re almost positive that this was due to him being your now husband’s best friend. You smiled at Sirius as he continued his speech as he proceeded to speak about your and Remus’ love. Before you knew it, it was time for your vows. You don’t think anything could have prepared you for this particular moment.

. ʁ₊ âŠč . ʁ˖ . ʁ. ʁ₊ âŠč . ʁ˖ .

It had been a full year dating Max and you had begun to think that this was worth it.Remus was also not liking the relationship between you and Max. He had to see you and Max having to be romantic and demonstrating PDA. It was torturous for him to have to watch you with him. But it was slowly eating away at him. It hurt to have to go through this and it was agonizing to say the least. It was hard for him to watch the girl he was in love with be with someone else. Constantly it hurt his heart making it feel like he was drowning. It felt like there was a constant pressure on his chest making it feel like he can’t breathe. This was hard for him to cope with because he loved you so much. But if you were happy Remus would have to swallow his feelings and pretend that it didn’t hurt. He would have to believe it to the point that it didn’t actually bother him seeing you with Max.

You returned to the common room and you had found Lily sitting reading a book with a mug in her hand. She looked so cozy you had almost felt bad for having run in crying like you. Lily was the best friend that you could ever ask for. She was sweet and caring and would stop everything if she needed to in order to help you. Naturally when she saw you crying she instantly began consulting you.

“My darling what happened?” She asked you with such tenderness that you wanted to cry harder. You couldn’t believe that this was happening. Why was this happening? Why to you?

“H-he broke up with me.” You stuttered out. Lily slowly let go of you from the light grasp that you were in. She looked at you with concern and empathy filling her orbs Lily didn’t like Max too much but to hear how badly he had hurt you mad her want to fight him. She hated seeing you this upset. You didn’t say much after having admitted to the fact that Max broke up with you if anything you just cried, and cried.

“And did you see his face! Oh it was amaz- Oh, what’s wrong with lovey?” You hear James ask. You weren’t sure how long it had been but your eyes felt exhausted. They were puffy and red. Lily’s sweater was now drenched in tears and her legs felt numb now having had you laying on them. But she didn’t mind, you needed her comfort so she would provide that. She had made eye contact with everyone there. She first glanced at James who looked concerned to find his girlfriend comforting one of his best friends. James was ready to go fight someone but he wasn’t sure what the problem was. He wanted to offer up beating up the person who had hurt you. But he didn’t know what was wrong. Instead he waited for Lily to say something. Sirius was also ready to go and help James to fight whatever bastard hurt you and much unlike James he really didn’t feel like waiting for Lily. However Remus was eerily calm about it. He wasn’t too keen on having to see you cry much less if someone made you cry. Yet he knew that he couldn’t react yet. So he had to wait. He had to wait until it was time to comfort you or wait until you were ready to talk. So now all three boys are waiting for Lily to tell them anything.

Max she mouthed to them. Remus’ hands clenched slightly at seeing Lily’s response. He couldn’t believe what happened, he was livid with Max for having hurt you the way he did. Silently he sat next to Lily. You were slightly aware that he was next to you and you gently looked at him. He smiled so fondly at you that you wouldn’t have ever guessed that he was livid at someone. You stretched your arms out and began to lean closer to him. Lily was a great comfort but you wanted to be in Remus’ arms. He was a whole new level of comfort. He was warm and smelled like chocolate. He also happened to be the boy you had been in love with for years but that was beside the fact. So without saying much you curled up into Remus. You weren’t crying anymore but you were gently nursing shaky sighs. Remus rubbed his hand up and down your side comforting you the same way that you would comfort him. Lily had gone up and proceeded to wave at Sirius and James to leave you two alone. James, Lily and Sirius all went up to the boys’ dorm and talked about what exactly happened to you. Meanwhile you and Remus were having the same conversation downstairs.

“Dove what happened?” Remus questioned gently.

“Max.”

“What did that prat do?”

”Cheated and broke up with me.” Remus tightened his hold on you pressing a gentle kiss to your hair.

“My sweetheart, I am so sorry dove. You do not deserve that. You are so much more important than that.” Remus spoke, tears still welled in your eyes and you wondered if he felt the same way or if it was just something he was saying in an attempt to just comfort you. For Remus this was now the time to confess. Sure it wasn’t ideal because your emotions were grieving no doubt. But he knew that if he didn’t say anything he would lose you again. And he just couldn't have that.

”Y/n, you are the most amazing and wonderful girl I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. You, my dove, are the light of my day. I love you. I have loved you for years now. I couldn’t keep going without you knowing. I know this isn’t ideal my dove but I want you to know that I love you and I will wait until you're ready.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Remus’ words were making you feel all sorts of ways. You blushed and looked up at him, your eyes no longer teary. Smiling, you gently craned your face to Remus’ jaw. Gently you pressed a kiss to the side of his jaw smiling as you pulled away.

“I love you more.” Smiling Remus tightened his grip holding you close. Neither of you had said anything for the rest of the night but you both understood. And three months later he had asked you officially to be his girlfriend. Naturally you agreed and neither one of you could be happier. Your relationship was amazing, it was gentle, it was warm. Both you and Remus had left Hogwarts as a happy couple and knew that you would be together forever.

. ʁ₊ âŠč . ʁ˖ . ʁ. ʁ₊ âŠč . ʁ˖ .

Everyone was silently waiting for your vows. They wanted to hear how the two of you would profess your love. Remus went first.

“My dove, my darling, my life. I cannot begin to express how amazing these past four years of dating you have been. I also cannot begin to tell you how wonderful these ten years of having you as my best friend have been. You have seen me at my worst and continued to love me. You haven’t ever made me feel less than. You,” Remus paused, wiping away the tear from your face and his, “You have been my best friend and the light of my life for years. Dove, you have always been there for me when I needed you and I hope to be there for you whenever you need me. I want to be the man that you need. I want to provide the best life that I can. Y/n you make me want to be a better man and make me want to spend the rest of my life with you. Seeing you, you became my daylight. You are the light of my life. You are my moon, stars, and sun. Y/n you are the whole universe for me. I promise to you Y/n that I will be the man that you need me to be, for you and for our children. I promise that we will cherish each other and grow old together. I love you Y/n and I promise to love you until my dying breath.” Tears flowed freely. Remus’ words were true and heartfelt and they were so beautifully put it almost made you nervous for what yours were. Yet no matter how nervous you were you began sharing how important Remus and his love was.

“Remus,” You sucked in your breath shakily as you continued, “Remus my love where do I begin? Before I dated you and became your girlfriend I was unfortunately experiencing a love that was cruel. A love that didn't make me feel warm inside. I had to go through so much pain in order to have this. Remus you make my world turn, you have moved so many mountains just to see me smile. I used to tell my mom when I was younger that love was never a color. And when I dated people before you it remained black and white. But Remus,” You stopped again this time letting another tear fall from your face as you attempted, to continue. Remus squeezed your hand and smiled as a tear gently fell from his eyes. “Remus my love you made love become golden. You showed me that love could be daylight. I fully stepped into the daylight with you. I let you become my light and my love. Remus I vow to you that I will continue to love you, cherish you, and stand by you until we grow old. Remus I want to be the person you grow old with and confide in. Remus you became the very thing that I love, when our kids ask what love is I want them to look at you and know. I want them to know that you define love for me. Remus I promise to love you until my dying breath and promise to show you every day until then.” Both of you smiled tears brimming both of your eyes as you smiled at one another. The guests who watched the wedding were all fully in tears. Everyone including Sirius was left in tears. Through tears Sirius smiled at his two friends.

“You may now kiss the bride.” Moving out of the way Remus leaned in dipping you back and connected your lips. You felt sparks flying as you kissed and suddenly everything that you two had gone through had been worth it. The pain you had felt not seeing him at yule ball was worth it, the heartbreak that got you guys together was worth it. Everything for this kiss sealing your marriage was worth it. Suddenly your love was daylight.

. ʁ₊ âŠč . ʁ˖ . ʁ. ʁ₊ âŠč . ʁ˖ .

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6 months ago

ofc you have a little emoji elina you’re my girlie now đŸ€ŽđŸ«¶

kiss and make-up | j.p. 💋

Kiss And Make-up | J.p.
Kiss And Make-up | J.p.
Kiss And Make-up | J.p.

a/n: i know i said i was gonna take a break but
 i just HAD to get this out of my system đŸ€­

summary: fluff!! james helps you do your makeup

James’ hand comes up to cup your cheek and you bristle, giggling as his fingertip tickles your nose.

“Babe, seriously. I can’t work if you don’t keep still,” he murmurs, bemusement lacing his words as he repositions your face.

You apologize, biting down on your lower lip to stop the smile from spreading across your cheeks. You decide that he deserves some credit for his efforts to doll you up; so you try your best to stay put.

The tip of the eyeliner feels tingly against your skin as James traces it onto your eyelid. You sneak a glance at him, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and tongue jutting out of his rosy lips. You’d give him a big fat kiss if it wouldn’t ruin the make-up he’s been diligently working on for the past hour.

“How’s it look?”

“Shush,” he mutters, tilting his head slightly as he adjusts the wing on your other eye, squinting in an attempt to do some detailing.

Marlene’s band was doing a gig at the biggest pub in town, so you were going down with Lily and Mary to watch her play. The boys were invited too; but were more interested, according to Sirius, in going actual clubbing than listening to some emo rock band.

But your boyfriend had really wanted to spend the night with you, and he claimed that it was not just because you looked really hot in your little dress. So he decided to make it up to you by doing your make-up.

James lets go of your face to lean back and admire his work, and that’s when you notice a dark smudge on his cheek. This time you can’t stop the laughter from bubbling out of you.

“What?” he asks, horrified when you start to clutch your stomach. His expression only worsens your giggling, an amused smile slowly creeping its way onto his face.

You shake your head, pressing one hand to your mouth to muffle your laughter as you tug him towards you with the other.

Grabbing a wet wipe from beside you, you gently thumb at the eyeliner on his cheek. “You’ve got it on your face, idiot.”

“Oh,” James mumbles, and your grin only widens when his cheeks redden. It’s your turn to grab his face, trying your best to rub the stubborn smudge away. His glasses slide down his nose unceremoniously, and you suppress a smile as you push them back up.

You feel his eyes on you when you turn him this way and that, nails poking into his cheekbones. Then, slowly, a small smile makes its way onto his cheeks.

A soft sigh escapes his lips and you halt, locking eyes with him bemusedly. “What?”

“Nothing, you —“ he sighs again. gazing at you with a soppy smile on his face. “You look gorgeous, you know?” he mutters. “Like, you’re always pretty, but right now you’re extra pretty. I wish I could kiss you.”

Your heart stutters at his slushy mess of words, and you feel the overwhelming urge to leave your lipstick stains on him, every part of him you can reach.

A huff of laughter finds its way out of you, cheeks heating up embarrassingly. “I wanna kiss you too, hon. But this lipstick’s too cute.”

James pouts. “Cuter than me?”

“Oh, definitely,” you drawl, but you let him press his lips to yours anyway. He leaves the house later on with one black stain and six lip-shaped ones peppered all over his cheeks.


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6 months ago

james is too adorable to be true 🙏🙏

kiss and make-up | j.p. 💋

Kiss And Make-up | J.p.
Kiss And Make-up | J.p.
Kiss And Make-up | J.p.

a/n: i know i said i was gonna take a break but
 i just HAD to get this out of my system đŸ€­

summary: fluff!! james helps you do your makeup

James’ hand comes up to cup your cheek and you bristle, giggling as his fingertip tickles your nose.

“Babe, seriously. I can’t work if you don’t keep still,” he murmurs, bemusement lacing his words as he repositions your face.

You apologize, biting down on your lower lip to stop the smile from spreading across your cheeks. You decide that he deserves some credit for his efforts to doll you up; so you try your best to stay put.

The tip of the eyeliner feels tingly against your skin as James traces it onto your eyelid. You sneak a glance at him, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and tongue jutting out of his rosy lips. You’d give him a big fat kiss if it wouldn’t ruin the make-up he’s been diligently working on for the past hour.

“How’s it look?”

“Shush,” he mutters, tilting his head slightly as he adjusts the wing on your other eye, squinting in an attempt to do some detailing.

Marlene’s band was doing a gig at the biggest pub in town, so you were going down with Lily and Mary to watch her play. The boys were invited too; but were more interested, according to Sirius, in going actual clubbing than listening to some emo rock band.

But your boyfriend had really wanted to spend the night with you, and he claimed that it was not just because you looked really hot in your little dress. So he decided to make it up to you by doing your make-up.

James lets go of your face to lean back and admire his work, and that’s when you notice a dark smudge on his cheek. This time you can’t stop the laughter from bubbling out of you.

“What?” he asks, horrified when you start to clutch your stomach. His expression only worsens your giggling, an amused smile slowly creeping its way onto his face.

You shake your head, pressing one hand to your mouth to muffle your laughter as you tug him towards you with the other.

Grabbing a wet wipe from beside you, you gently thumb at the eyeliner on his cheek. “You’ve got it on your face, idiot.”

“Oh,” James mumbles, and your grin only widens when his cheeks redden. It’s your turn to grab his face, trying your best to rub the stubborn smudge away. His glasses slide down his nose unceremoniously, and you suppress a smile as you push them back up.

You feel his eyes on you when you turn him this way and that, nails poking into his cheekbones. Then, slowly, a small smile makes its way onto his cheeks.

A soft sigh escapes his lips and you halt, locking eyes with him bemusedly. “What?”

“Nothing, you —“ he sighs again. gazing at you with a soppy smile on his face. “You look gorgeous, you know?” he mutters. “Like, you’re always pretty, but right now you’re extra pretty. I wish I could kiss you.”

Your heart stutters at his slushy mess of words, and you feel the overwhelming urge to leave your lipstick stains on him, every part of him you can reach.

A huff of laughter finds its way out of you, cheeks heating up embarrassingly. “I wanna kiss you too, hon. But this lipstick’s too cute.”

James pouts. “Cuter than me?”

“Oh, definitely,” you drawl, but you let him press his lips to yours anyway. He leaves the house later on with one black stain and six lip-shaped ones peppered all over his cheeks.


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6 months ago

kiss and make-up | j.p. 💋

Kiss And Make-up | J.p.
Kiss And Make-up | J.p.
Kiss And Make-up | J.p.

a/n: i know i said i was gonna take a break but
 i just HAD to get this out of my system đŸ€­

summary: fluff!! james helps you do your makeup

James’ hand comes up to cup your cheek and you bristle, giggling as his fingertip tickles your nose.

“Babe, seriously. I can’t work if you don’t keep still,” he murmurs, bemusement lacing his words as he repositions your face.

You apologize and bite down on your lower lip to stop the smile from spreading across your cheeks. You decide that he deserves some credit for his efforts to doll you up; so you try your best to stay put.

The tip of the eyeliner feels tingly against your skin as James traces it onto your eyelid. You sneak a glance at him, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and tongue jutting out of his rosy lips. You’d give him a big fat kiss if it wouldn’t ruin the make-up he’s been diligently working on for the past hour.

“How’s it look?”

“Shush,” he mutters, tilting his head slightly as he adjusts the wing on your other eye, squinting in an attempt to do some detailing.

Marlene’s band was doing a gig at the biggest pub in town, so you were going down with Lily and Mary to watch her play. The boys were invited too; but were more interested, according to Sirius, in going actual clubbing than listening to some emo rock band.

But your boyfriend had really wanted to spend the night with you, and he claimed that it was not just because you looked really hot in your little dress. So he decided to make it up to you by doing your make-up.

James lets go of your face to lean back and admire his work, and that’s when you notice a dark smudge on his cheek. This time you can’t stop the laughter from bubbling out of you.

“What?” he asks, horrified when you clutch your stomach. His expression only worsens your giggling, an amused smile slowly creeping its way onto his face.

You shake your head, pressing one hand to your mouth to muffle your laughter as you tug him towards you with the other.

Grabbing a wet wipe from beside you, you gently thumb at the eyeliner on his cheek. “You’ve got it on your face, idiot.”

“Oh,” James mumbles, and your grin only widens when his cheeks redden. It’s your turn to grab his face, trying your best to rub the stubborn smudge away. His glasses slide down his nose unceremoniously. You suppress a smile as you push them back up.

You feel his eyes on you when you turn him this way and that, nails poking into his cheekbones. Then, slowly, a small smile makes its way onto his cheeks.

A soft sigh escapes his lips and you halt, locking eyes with him bemusedly. “What?”

“Nothing, you —“ he sighs again. gazing at you with a soppy smile on his face. “You look gorgeous, you know?” he mutters. “Like, you’re always pretty, but right now you’re extra pretty. I wish I could kiss you.”

Your heart stutters at his slushy mess of words, and you feel the overwhelming urge to leave your lipstick stains on him, every part of him you can reach.

A huff of laughter finds its way out of you, cheeks heating up embarrassingly. “I wanna kiss you too, hon. But this lipstick’s too cute.”

James pouts. “Cuter than me?”

“Oh, definitely,” you drawl, but you let him press his lips to yours anyway. He leaves the house later on with one black stain and six lip-shaped ones peppered all over his cheeks.


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