Hi, I Wanted To Request A James Potter X Reader Thingy :))

Hi, i wanted to request a james potter x reader thingy :))

So the idea is that james and reader broke up during hogwarts/directly after because they had the children talk, james really wants to be a father but reader is terrified of pregnancy so they break up. But over the years the reader keeps yearning for james and eventually they meet again when james and lily are together and have baby harry and its just really angsty 😭😭

Hope all of this makes sense i thought of this while listening to a song lyric

thank you for the request babe i love how your brain works <3 this is quite angsty so hopefully you like it! and now i’m curious to know what song 👀

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in another life | j.p.

“Calm down, babe,” Sirius mutters as you walk in step, looping his arm through yours.

You nibble on your bottom lip anxiously, sighing as you glance over at him. “It’s not that easy, Siri. I’m seeing him after what — four years? I can’t just calm down!”

He rolls his eyes, reaching towards you and thumbing at your lip to save it from your torment. “You’re seeing me after four years.”

You turn to Sirius, and he huffs out a laugh at your deadpan expression. “Well, you never asked me to marry you.”

Sirius wiggles his eyebrows, his lips curving up into a grin. “Marry me?”

“Fuck off, Black.”

James and Lily Potter were holding a meet-up of sorts, and had invited most people in your year at Hogwarts. You were hesitant to go, given your history with James, but Sirius insisted you tag along. You knew he, Remus, and Peter had stayed in touch with James. Rightfully, you ought to have too. But neither of you tried to; maybe you both knew it was better that way.

Sirius simpers, coming to a halt in front of the large black gates of the mansion. He reaches forward and begins to twist the lock, and you instinctively reach over and grab his hand to stop him. He turns to you, confusion twisting his features. “What are you — oh. Oh, sweetheart.”

He softens when he sees the expression on your face. You’re biting your cuticles, and the anxiety in your features is palpable. Sirius sighs and firmly pulls your hand away from your mouth, intertwining your fingers together. “It’s gonna be okay. Just be cordial with him. There’s no bad blood, right?”

“Right,” you mutter, albeit uncertainly.

“But, um…” he sighs, dropping your hand to rake his fingers through his hair. “There’s something I should’ve told you before. But I didn’t wanna freak you out.”

“What?”

The apprehension in your tone causes Sirius to wince. “James and Lily, they… they’ve got a baby.”

There’s a beat of loud silence as the fact sinks in, a mount of uncertainty and hurt settling in the pit of your stomach.

“Oh.”

You’re trying not to show it, but the heartbreak on your face is painfully obvious. Sirius pouts, moving to take your hand again. “Babe, I’m sorry. I should’ve –”

He doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence, the gates swinging open to reveal a beaming James Potter.

“Pads,” he grins immediately, eyes locking on Sirius as he moves towards him and swoops him into a quick hug.

You take the moment to look James over. He looked exactly like you remembered — messy curls, toned biceps, that movie-star grin. Yet something felt different, in the way he pulled Sirius into a hug without all the raucous fervour he would’ve at 16, how he held him so gently at arm’s length while talking to him. He’d softened, you realised, from the responsibilities of fatherhood and being a husband.

They pull apart a moment later, and his gaze drifts to you. His smile loses a bit of its sunshine, not softening but not quite dimming either. “Y/n, hey.”

There’s a moment of hesitation as he looks at you, but then he seems to decide upon giving you a hug too.

“Hi,” you mutter as he shortens the distance between you, needling his arms under yours to press them to your back. You embrace him in return, and a sudden pang of hurt shoots through your heart at the familiarity of the action.

Perhaps he was remembering it too, from the way he tightened his grip. Both of you were heavy on physical touch, and it was undeniably the best part of your relationship back in Hogwarts — how he’d always have a hand wrapped around your waist, how you’d wake up to cuddles and hugs every morning. You didn’t exactly have anyone to hug anymore, living alone.

So you convince yourself that the reason you hold on to James for slightly longer than necessary was because you craved human touch, not because of… anything else.

Finally, James pulls away, his arms dropping to his sides as he gives you a small smile. You plaster one onto your face too, for his sake. “So,” he starts as he turns around, beginning to lead you and Sirius into the mansion, “how’ve you been, Y/n?”

You can feel Sirius’ gaze burning holes into the side of your head, but choose to ignore him. “I’ve been great, yeah. You?”

James nods. “That’s cool. Yeah, I’ve been good too. Things have been fun, but kind of busy; you know, with work and Lily and the baby…” He seems to realise what he’s said, and clears his throat awkwardly. Oh, of course. The baby.

Sirius is beside you in an instant, arching his eyebrows and nudging your elbow to respond.

“Oh, um… congrats on the baby, by the way.”

James turns around to face you as you walk, and you give him a grin to prove that you’re being genuine — to show him that it didn’t feel like there was a knife being twisted in your gut every time the word baby was brought up.

His eyes soften, and you know he can tell how you’re feeling. But he gives you a grateful smile, and says no more as the three of you come to a stop in front of the house.

“By the way,” James mutters as he pushes the door open, “you guys are like, an hour early. You’re the only ones here.”

You immediately turn around to glower at Sirius for subjecting you to more torture than necessary by bringing you early. But he all but smirks as he follows you in.

Your eyes coast around the mansion, taking it all in. It’s decorated in a minimalist aesthetic, white couches and brown rugs. It was pretty, that was for sure; but you couldn’t help but think how different it was from James’ place in the dorm — posters and stickers all over the walls, boisterously red curtains and LED lights. It used to be so full of life.

Honestly, you might’ve guessed an old couple lived here, if not for the small signs of their life as a family — the pacifier on the dining table, a cradle at the far end of the living room, and the heart-shaped photo frames lining the walls.

James watches you, a small smile playing on the edges of his lips. “You like it?”

He knows you wouldn’t like it, it’s everything you aren’t. Your dorm had been just like his; trying to fit as many vinyls and posters onto that small space next to your bed as possible. There would be fairy lights in every corner and succulents on the nightstand, a dreamcatcher which he’d gifted you hanging right above your bed. You were messy, as a person, and with your love too. You thought he was messy as well; but apparently he’d gotten his shit together already.

“Yeah, it’s simple. Pretty.”

“Honey —“ Lily bustles out the kitchen, a small gasp escaping her lips as she sees you and Sirius. She’s holding a ladle in one hand, and has her other arm wrapped around a baby perched on her waist.

You don’t register it when she kisses your cheek and hugs you, asks you how you’re doing and leads you to sit on the couch. Your gaze is locked on the baby, every second spent staring at him worsening the nauseous feeling at the back of your throat.

You must’ve asked for his name, because the word, “Harry,” registers in your head. This beautiful baby, with Lily’s deep green eyes and James’ luscious curls, was Harry.

Would you have named your baby Harry? Probably not, it was too generic. But it was too late now, to pick out names and choose a less boring aesthetic for a house together.

You had lost your chance back in seventh year, that night when you were laying on James’ bed, limbs tangled together as he raked his hands through your hair with all the love in the world. You’re gonna be my husband one day, you’d whispered, feeling so much affection for him you thought your heart would burst. Yeah, baby, he’d replied with a soft smile. We’re gonna live in a mansion, with our dogs and children and —

Children?

I don’t… I don’t want children. And that’s where it all started going downhill, that’s the moment James’ smile turned upside down and his hand dropped from your hair. It had turned into an argument, a screaming match — and eventually a reason to break up. James couldn't understand much you feared it, the pain of pregnancy and the exhaustion that came with motherhood. And some part of you knew that you weren’t blameless either — calling him awful things and accusing him of not loving you; though love was all he ever gave till the day you told him it was over.

The feeling of Sirius’ nails digging into your palm brings you back to the present, and you see him nodding absentmindedly as Lily rambles about how much trouble Harry’s been, and oh, she’s picked up a hobby of crocheting, and…

You flit your eyes to look at James sitting opposite you, gazing at you with his brows pinched in concern. Your emotions must’ve been obvious on your face, then. But he immediately looks away when Lily calls out to him, holding up Harry for him to carry.

You watch silently as James squeezes into the chair next to his wife, taking the small, lovely baby between his large, calloused hands. He smiles at Harry, looking at him though he was the most precious thing on earth. James’ fingers bunch Harry’s tiny shirt as he brings him close to his face, gently pressing a kiss to his forehead. Lily’s head lolls onto James’ shoulder as he shifts Harry into a comfortable lying position in his arms.

There you have it. The perfect family, with the gorgeous wife and the adorable baby and the man who could’ve been yours if you wanted.

It’s too much for you to take, and Sirius squeezes your hand as you start to shake. Harry coos, and you melt at how James’ face breaks into a sunny beam. He tilts his head to press a soft peck to his wife’s hair, and there’s so much love in that simple gesture that you feel like you could die.

You feel Sirius’ worried gaze on you, your hands trembling and your knee bobbing up and down. The taste of blood from how hard you’re nibbling on your lip is grounding; it brings you back to yourself, who you are, and not who you could’ve been.

“Hey,” he murmurs softly from beside you, but it doesn’t get lodged into your brain. The only thing you feel is your vision of the perfect family blurring, soft streams of regret rolling down your cheek. Sirius makes a small noise of pity from beside you, and James looks up instantly, eyes widening as they lock on you. Lily is fast asleep, baby Harry staring at you with his thumb stuck into his mouth.

“Y/n, you okay?” James asks gently, but you don’t reply, still looking at him with that distraught look on your face. You open your mouth, but you don’t seem to have the vocabulary to express the heartache you felt right that moment. It felt strangely like grief; like you were mourning for the version of yourself you never got to meet, for the version of James who didn’t have the chance to be yours.

James' mouth twists downwards in a frown as he stands up and steps closer towards you. It’s like an alarm is set off in your head, and you immediately jolt back to the present, sucking in a deep breath.

Your legs act of their own accord as you stand up, Sirius’s hand falling limp on the couch as he looks up at you in surprise. You gulp down the lump in your throat and fiercely brush the tears away, James coming to a halt in front of you. “Y/n, baby —“

“I’m not your baby.”

James slaps a hand to his mouth, eyes as wide as Harry’s now. “Fuck, no, it — it just came out. I didn’t mean to. Shit, you’re crying.”

“I’m okay,” you warble. James opens his mouth to retort but you don’t let him, knowing that the longer you spent here, the more the gaping hole in your chest would grow. You couldn’t bear it anymore, watching James with his wife and wishing it was you instead. The worst part was that it was all your fault, your stupidity and your rejection.

“I’m fine, really. I…I’m gonna go now, it was nice meeting you. Convey my love to Remus, Peter and the girls.” You pick up your bag, moving to the front door with a befuddled James tracking your movements.

“Y/n —“

“Bye, James,” you call out halfheartedly as you slip into your shoes. He comes to stand at the door, rocking Harry from side to side. He looks almost disappointed as you make to leave.

“I’m sorry.”

You look up, surprised. “It’s not your fault.”

James’ lips pursed together with guilt, seeming like he wants to say something as he opens and closes his mouth. He finally sighs, “It’s not your fault either.

It was startling, how he still knew just the right thing to say — he always had. The regret that had been clogging up your heart for years was drained out upon hearing that one sentence. James didn’t hold the utter failure of your relationship against you, and that was enough. If you couldn’t have his love, at least you had his forgiveness.

You give him a half smile and nod, turning around to leave. You’d go back to yours, more of a house than a home. But at least no one but yourself could hurt you there, there was no one to turn away and no hearts to break. No one to love.

“Hey.”

You spin back around to face the door, heart stopping upon seeing the moistness in his eyes. You hear the scratchiness in his throat as he sucks in a deep breath.

“James…”

“No, don’t — don’t say anything. I just wanted to tell you, um…” he defeatedly runs a hand through his hair and exhales shakily. “I hope we worked out, you know, in another life.”

That catches you off guard, your heart involuntarily squeezing in your chest. James looks almost embarrassed as he says it, but you see the vulnerability in his eyes. He was right — maybe there was some planet on which you were less of a coward, another world where he could put a ring on your finger. He’d been yours to lose in this life, perhaps he was yours to love in another.

You clear your throat, feeling nausea brimming in the pits of your gut. “Yeah, I… I hope so too.”

You spare yourself one last glance at him before turning towards the exit, praying he didn’t see the tears dribbling down your cheeks.

You squeeze your eyes shut and will yourself to trudge forward, before he can call out to you and break your heart all over again.

In a few long strides, you’re out the gates; out of James’ life again.

oh thank you so much babe 😭😭 and im glad it shows. thank you for reading!! 🫶

still here | r.l.

summary: it's your birthday :(

a/n: this is the first time i’ve ever really cried when writing something, it’s got a home in my heart now and i hope you like it!! 🫶 (also listen to our lovely girl billie while reading for added heartbreak)

tw: past suicide attempt

You lean back on the couch from where you’re bending over the table. Remus wastes no time in wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. He gently presses his lips to your forehead. “Happy birthday, lovely girl.”

“Thank you,” you mumble half-heartedly, grateful but too overwhelmed to show it. 

There’s a cut-up chocolate cake in front of you, which Remus had insisted upon baking. He’d honoured your wishes not to throw a big bash, and of not wanting an actual present. He didn’t exactly understand why — but he loved you too much to not do what you wanted him to; birthday or not.

Guilt weighs heavily on your heart; Remus has been kinder than you deserve. You decide to help him understand.

“You know,” you start softly, tilting your head to lay it on his shoulder. He hums in acknowledgement, fingertips grazing your sleeve as he starts to rub your arm. “I didn’t think I would last this long.”

The shakiness in your voice surprises even you. You feel Remus’ hand still on your arm. 

“What?” he murmurs. You can’t decipher if the slight lilt to his voice is because of sadness or confusion.

“I didn’t think I would last this long,” you repeat quietly, just to be safe, and you feel his hand coasting across your back as he gently grabs your shoulders. He turns you towards him, and you don’t wait for him to ask before you start to explain. “When I was 13, I couldn’t imagine ever making it this far. I tried to kill myself.”

Remus’ eyes widen the slightest bit as he takes in your sudden admission. His grip on your shoulders doesn’t falter; and it’s like you both know he’s the only thing holding you upright. 

When he doesn’t respond, your gaze immediately drops to the couch, shame clouding your eyes.

“I… I didn’t know that.”

The crack in his voice makes you look back up, meeting his gaze. His features are softer, sadder; somehow. There’s the slightest bit of grief in the way he’s regarding you. “Are you glad you made it this far?”

You rub your lips together, taking a shaky breath to make sure your voice comes out evenly. “Yeah,” you exhale softly. “Yeah, I am. I got to meet you.”

“Is that the only reason?”

“No,” you reply honestly. “I love my work. My friends, I really like hanging out with them. And I’d say our apartment is pretty sweet.”

The concern in Remus’ expression is still evident, his brows pinched together almost painfully. His hands bunch up the fabric on your shoulders, tugging you towards him. You’re certain the action is subconscious – he looks lost in thought, like he’s deliberating wrapping you up in his arms and never letting you go.

“Would you like more reasons?” you ask quietly, feeling your vision start to blur. You shouldn’t be surprised that he cares this much, but you are.

When he nods, your heart melts – the magma seems to be pooling in your stomach, and you feel the kind of warmth you’ve only ever been able to feel since you met him.

“Okay,” you decide to indulge him. “I like coffee when I wake up, especially when you make it. Feeding the stray dogs on the side of the road every morning. And my guitar, I like to make music on it. I think music is nice.”

You feel your throat start to clog up, the image of Remus distorting into a blurry swirl in your eyes. “It’s lovely when it rains, especially when we’re both at home, cuddling. And –”

Your voice comes out wobbly, the tears coming hard and fast now. You want to stop, but push on for his sake.

“And I really like our apartment. Did I mention that? Also, your hugs – I love the way you hug. It’s like you really love me, and —”

“I do love you,” Remus interrupts in a shaky exhale, words barely audible from the way his voice is trembling. “I love you, okay? I love you a whole lot. And I’m so glad you’re still with me.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond, gently pulling you even closer towards him. You meet him in the middle, arms instinctively wrapping around his waist as he brings his hands up to encircle your shoulders.

Remus squeezes you like it’s his job to hold you together, and you hear a soft sniffle as he buries his face in your hair. 

“I’m so glad you’re still here,” he says again. Your heart clenches in your chest, in all the best ways.

“I love you,” you respond, because you both know it’s synonymous with Thank you for giving me a reason to be here.

blushing🤭🤭 mk you know i’ve been waiting for this one and girl it did not disappoint!!! i love how he’s so sweet on her and she gets so flustered😂 and it’s hilarious how the others were like attacking her😭😭 AND THE CUTEST PART them getting married omg im in love with the way you wrote the parallels! you’re fuelling my rdj obsession and i love you for it <3

Never Ever

Tony Stark x fem!reader

WC: 1.3k

CW: Fluff; mentions of lunch?; Tony Stark being a gentleman 😅

Summary: Your new boss never ever does one-on-ones

Day 28 of mk’s mad dash

You’re finally starting to feel your first-day-nerves settle, and it’s a relief. After getting some one-on-one time this morning with Natasha, your boss’ previous assistant, the job doesn’t seem all that bad.

Though first-day nerves are normal, you suppose they’ve been exacerbated by the fact that you would be working for Avenger and billionaire Tony Stark. Natasha has assured you that despite his powers and influence, he’s really all bark and no bite, and that you’ll have no problem “handling him.”

Still, it’s hard to know if you 100% believe her, seeing as you’ve yet to actually meet your boss.

Regardless, Natasha has just left you to go to some Avengers meeting, so you feel relieved to know that you probably have a solid hour before you finally, hopefully (or not hopefully) meet Mr. Stark.

You decide that your first order of business is to decorate your desk with a few keepsakes from home and pictures of your friends and family.

Right in between your two monitors you set your little rubber ducks- one pink and one yellow. You neatly set out your dark blue coffee mug in the right corner and a picture frame of your cat in the other.

The last things to go up are your pictures. With a handful of thumb tacks, you stick them on the cork board walls surrounding your desk. A couple of the pictures you put up are you with your family- all of you bearing happy smiles on vacation or a holiday. Others are with your friends- your roommates from college, your old high school coworker, and your childhood best friend, Thomas.

“Is that your boyfriend?”

As you adjust the picture of you and Thomas you smirk. It’s a question you’ve both gotten many times, and the answer is always “No. that’s my best friend Tho-“

You look up from the picture and stop mid-sentence, eyes widening as you realize that you’re talking so very casually to none other than your boss.

“Oh! Uhm, Mr. Stark! Hi!” You stutter, introducing yourself, “I’m your new assistant.”

You cringe, “though I’m sure you figured that much out yourself.”

Your boss scans you seriously and then breaks out a smirk, “Please, loosen up around me- I’m just your average playboy, billionaire, superhero. And call me Tony. Mr. Stark was my father’s name.”

An exasperated chuckle escapes you and you nod, “right, okay. Sorry, Tony. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

The brunette motions for you to follow him and you oblige.

“You as well. You know, Natasha spoke very highly of you after your interview, so I’ve been very curious to meet the one who impressed the Black Widow.”

Heat creeps to your cheeks against your will, and you’re glad Tony is looking forward as he walks and not at you.

“I guess I’ll have to thank her for the glowing recommendation.”

You arrive outside what you assume is Tony’s office- given its size and grandeur.

Tony confirms your suspicions a second later. He opens the door and gestures for you to go in first.

You let out a meek thank you and scurry in, moving off to the side so he can follow. His office is impressive to say the least. It’s spacious and really, really fancy. His desk is made of the sleekest dark wood with two high-tech computers adorning its surface. Tony has the most wonderful view too- a huge window looking out onto the rooftops of New York’s most beautiful skyscrapers.

An “oh wow,” escapes your lips before you can stop it.

Your boss lets out a chuckle at your awe and nods for you to go look. You make your way over to the window and lean your hands against the windowsill.

“I already knew I loved New York. But this. I mean, wow.”

Tony joins you, standing at your side, “it is quite a view.”

The awe in his voice is obvious and you glance over at him. But he’s not looking at the city. He’s already looking at you.

“Yeah, it is,” you say, trailing off.

Your boss holds your gaze for a second before clearing his throat and looking away.

“Anyways, I just wanted to get you acquainted with where my office is and get to know you a little. I’m assuming Natasha explained all your tasks to you?”

You nod, “Yes, she did. But…sorry, I hope you don’t mind me asking, don’t you have an Avengers meeting right now?”

Tony looks down at his watch and curses, “Steve is going to kill me.”

Then he looks up at you with a smirk, “Already doing pretty damn good at your job though.”

He heads towards his office door but hesitates when he grabs the handle, “I stand by what I said, by the way. I do want to get to know you. Lunch is on me today, at noon. You can meet me out in the lobby.”

Once you nod affirmatively at him, Tony opens the door and leaves, another muttered curse reaching your ears as you follow him out.

You’ve just finished the last of your paperwork before lunch when Natasha sidles up to your desk.

“Hey hot stuff,” she teases.

You give her a weird look, “Heyyyy Natasha?”

“So, a little birdie told me that Tony’s taking you out to lunch.”

Excitement overtakes your confusion, “oh yeah! He is! I actually need to be down in the lobby in five minutes.”

Natasha smiles at you like she knows something you don’t.

“What?!”

“Is this Tony’s new assistant?” a voice adds.

It’s a man- Hawkeye, you think.

He extends his hand with a smirk, “My name’s Clint, nice to meet you.”

You shake his hand firmly, but your eyes don’t leave the redhead’s face.

“Pleasure, really. But what’s going on, Natasha?”

“Tony’s taking you to lunch,” she huffs.

“Yeah? And? It’s not a big deal.”

“It’s a huge deal,” a third voice adds.

This one, you know for sure.

Pepper Potts.

“It’s just lunch,” you sigh, exasperatedly.

“Stark doesn’t do ‘just lunch’,” Clint tells you matter-of-factly, “never ever.”

“Not when I was his assistant,” Natasha states.

“Or when I was before Natasha,” Pepper adds.

“Tony does company lunches sure, but never ever one-on-one,” Clint finishes.

Your stomach flips nervously in your stomach.

“So then why me? Why how?”

The redhead looks at you with that smirk of hers again, “who’s to know?”

She looks at her watch, “and I believe you’ll be late if you don’t leave now.”

You jump up from your chair, cursing.

“We’ll talk later.”

You try to ignore the eyes that follow you as you walk to the elevator.

For as tall as the building is, the ride down in the elevator is fast. When you emerge into the lobby, you’re relieved to find that you beat Tony downstairs.

Only by a few seconds though, it seems, because he emerges from another elevator only moments later.

He spots you instantly and gives you the smile you always see him use on the news.

When he approaches you, he brushes your arm gently, guiding the both of you to where his car is stowed away- A car that is nicer than anything you’ve ever seen, nicer even than your own home.

Like a gentleman, your boss grabs your door before you can and opens it for you. He extends his other hand to help you into the low-riding car and you willingly accept. When your palms touch, a spark shoots up your arm and you just barely withhold a shiver.

Then, the door shuts resoundly.

*****

You don’t bother reaching for your door handle, because you know you’ll only be stopped before you even get the chance.

Tony is around to the passenger side door so fast you wonder if he hopped out while the car was still rolling.

The brunette holds out his hand to help you out of the car and sparks run through your body at his touch, even after all this time.

Once he’s shut the door behind you, his hand moves from yours to wrap around your waist and rest lovingly on your hip.

“Why thank you, Mr. Stark,” you tease, “quite the gentleman.”

Tony presses a searing kiss to your lips that sends your stomach up in butterflies.

“You’re welcome, Mrs. Stark.”

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!!

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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OH MY GOD HAHAHAH 😭😭

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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 🤭

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.