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Hi! Can I request for a marauder ship? I'm a 5"4 Ravenclaw with long brown hair and full bangs. If this also helps, I am an INFJ and Capricorn too. I love to read, write, stargaze and often be lost in my own thoughts too. I like staying up late at night just to read and sweets are my favorite. Tysm for this! ♥

hi, my fellow ravenclaw! i ship you with james potter!

when you look at him for the first time, he’s already staring.

aries and capricorn are both "all or nothing" kinds of people. once the roots of a relationship have been planted, nothing can sway them from each other.

you’re good friends with remus, so you’re around james quite a lot and he’s always eager to start a conversation with you.

you both engage so easily and complement each other's personalities.

the ENTJ – INFJ mix has a lot of potential. you’re usually a bit more rational and logical and that is a quality james is sure to admire.

you need someone? go to him, he would understand.

the most random conversations, but he remembers the small things about you.

enjoys your presence. his eyes and smile say it all. he respects and accepts you...fully. never admitted it, but fell in love at first sight.

“i want to know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”

asks you out on a date of stargazing in hopes to bring you two closer.

you say yes and he takes you to the quidditch pitch after dinner.

bc you mentioned it to him once, he brought your favorite book (that he reads for you) and after performing lumos, he read his favorite parts to you too.

james, despite appearing as confident as he seems, has his fears. he fears that he is too much, especially for you.

he knows of your love for words, so whenever the thoughts come, he writes poems in devotion to you. poems full of vulnerability, full of unfiltered affection.

both of you come to the point where you realize that each is nothing without the other.

your true happiness is with each other and james lets his love come to forefront.

from now on he’ll hold you close and share every part of himself with you.

in light of the intimate nature of your newfound closeness, everyone always sees you with his arm around your waist or shoulders, holding hands, or you touching his chest, neck, face, or even his backside.

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i deeply hope you like reading it as much as i loved writing it. thank you so much for submitting your request.

lots of love and wherever you are in the world, i hope you have a beautiful day / night, lovely!! 💫 ✨

Remus likes to read books and climb fences.

He likes to wander off into different worlds where he can be a bystander. Where he can observe and judge and love and feel rage and hate and sob about the rise and fall of glorious empires, or insignificant beggers. He can see how wounds are ripped and tended to, can feel them bleed and ooze and the itching of them healing back together without - for a change - having to leave the safety of whatever warm and dry place he settled into while crawling in between musty old pages full of possibilities. It’s nice to breathe and let others be ripped apart sometimes.

But then James wonders about that muggle game called Bowling and Remus wonders how his Prefect status can help to get them into Slughorns’ cauldron cabinet for a tournament that Lily will win. And during too hot summer nights, when they all crave sweetness after a long day of fooling around, skin sunburned, feet blistered, he jumps the fences of an orchard without second-guessing, all long legs, strong arms and holds out a hand for Pete and Sirius, joking about the absence of their growing-spurts while James smashes into the soft grass face first beside them and Lily howls so loud with laughter that he’s sure they will get caught and he is prepared to run until his lungs are burning but they aren’t and he later kisses the sweet taste of cherries from the corner of Sirius’ mouth and muses that bliss can grow on trees after all.

And back at school, only a few will realize that the bookish demeanor of the quiet boy, the perfect, the one who never serves detention is actually an act of climbing fences because Remus refuses to bend, to accept the consolation prize of a life in multicoloured poverty that awaits those who are haunted by Lycanthropy. The moon steals his days by pulling at his bones and for that, he fills his weeks to the brim with work, making sure to have every extra chance possible for when the time comes to leave this castle.

“Oh,” he mutters as he’s about to pass out after a 16 hour day, leaned against James’ shoulder, “I figured out the problem… you know… hexing the bloody pumpkins…?”

“It’s alright Moons,” Sirius softly assures him, pulling his legs into his lap while James carefully places Remus’ head in his own.

“Yeah, the pumpkins can wait till tomorrow,” James mutters while Peter starts looking for a blanket.

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monbeauloup

4 years ago

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