#moonysdrabbles

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Remus x James is a rare marauders ship! I’m into it. Why do you ship them?

Well, I mean, friends to lovers. But I also think that they both want to be good for everyone around them so they don’t ever really have a safe space to decompress. They have that in the other, in the terms that they don’t feel the need to prove themselves to the other; they’re content with each other no matter how that relationship presents itself.

I think that when they first became friends, James was this joy that Remus couldn’t tear his eyes away from. He was just this constant presence in his life which made him think, that, yes everything will be okay. James was the first person to get whatever Remus needed. A quiet space to think, a snack from the kitchens, reassurance, he got it.

I don’t think they really thought about it becoming a romantic relationship, it was just what was next. After sleepness nights, cuddling up to one another after another nightmare. It seemed to be more than friends. They don’t label their relationship, theyre not boyfriends. They’re totally in love with each other, the pure adoration in they’re eyes whenever they see or talk about the other is so prevalent. A glimmer when the other was in the room, a silent burst of excitement when they could finally be together.

The progression from friends to lovers was slow and that’s why no one caught on. A kiss on the cheek slowly moved to a kiss on the lips and hugs gradually became longer. It was like they couldn’t be apart, and well, not in terms of touch. Being together in the same room was enough, a gaze from across the room.

James always thought Remus had hung the moon, jokes aside, from the moment he saw him he knew he wouldn’t let him go. Remus was something bright and what was needed to save him. The bright light when nothing else shone, but not too much. He was something that changed constantly but was no less loved by people (James).

Mainly, I just think they’re neat. I dont really know if this answered anything but hey. I could go on for hours so let me know if you want more of this type of stuff alongside drabbles!

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Late Night Talks (Remus x James)

A drabble following a break up during the height of the first war. Due to little spacing, Remus and James are forced to share a room.

The crumpled bedsheets only proved to make things worse. A quick shuffling from James, his eyes piercing into Remus’ back. Soft sobs escaped his mouth, a choke of holding himself back. James took in a deep breath and looked up to the ceiling, a shake stuck in his throat seemingly blocking everything from coming up. All the words he wanted to spill, all the apologies he needed to give trapped behind his thoughts suffocating him. His head drops back and he can hear quiet sniffling and slight movement from Remus. His gaze dropped back to the otherwise still body beside him in a panic.

“Remus?” James whispered, like it was the worst thing he could have said, like it was something sacred. But how could it be? the name of his only lover now just a memory on his tongue but it was just a name. Something he should be used to by now. James could hear Remus still. Everything was still, it seemed like time stopped and nothing was force it to continue going; James knew it would eventually. It had to. He couldn’t sit in agonising silence with Remus.

“James,” Remus replied eventually, his voice even more hushed than James’ own. Quiet enough that James only just heard it. Remus hadn’t moved but James could see more of his body. His head was ontop of his arm, looking down into his chest. James assumed he had been crying, or was at least upset because of the dried tears that set on his face and the slightly red corners of his eyes even though they were shut so tightly, as if afraid of what James called him for.

“You’re upset,” James said. It was a statement really. A statement of what had just happened, him finally bringing up a topic they’d both been avoiding since the break up. “I didn’t think they’d put us in the same room.”

Remus turned and looked up, now in a similar position to James and loud out a pained sigh. “You are too. Don’t be like that, I can take care of myself.”

James let out a sob and wiped away the tears that blurred his vision. “Yeah. I know. It just… sucks that things turned out like this. Like I didn’t want to hurt you, you know? I just couldn’t put you through that shit again. And I know you can take care of yourself but…”

“It’s okay, James. I don’t blame you.”

“I think I needed to hear that,” James said and let out a laugh. “Thank you. For what it’s worth, I do love you.”

“I know. I just don’t think we were meant to be, maybe again in some distant future when we aren’t fighting for our lives and our friends are hounding us about getting into relationships. Did we ever even come out to them?”

“Maybe so. I’ll wait for you. I dont think there’s anyone who I can love the same way I love you. And.. no, don’t return it, please. I dont think I could take it. Let’s just enjoy this moment where no one’s fighting or taking sides or anything,” James said, his voice quiet, hanging onto a hope that may not be there. “I never did come out. I think Padfoot was holding out hope that I’d settle down with some girl from school or something. That is just not me though.”

“No, not you at all. Go to sleep, yeah? While we’re still being nice,” Remus said and waited for James to lie back down. The slow movements of the cover made a quiet sound and Remus quickly followed. They both laid in the silence before Remus whispered a last ‘Goodnight.’

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Death of a Mother (James)

I’m sorry about this one. This one is about a death.

He pulled the covers off from the body in a panic, tears painfully fell from his face. His knuckles white with the grip on the sheet and he turned pale. James’ eyes dragged over the body, taking in each glance of the soulless frame. Body frozen, his voice scarce from the screams he had let out. James felt the chill of his mother’s body glide across his back, shivering up his spine. His eyes closed as he tried not to think of the other. His mother. He let his feelings guide him, cold pin pricks danced on his body, waiting for James to accept it before Euphemia could leave. He waited acceptance, for hope. For a second chance he was never going to get. James was pulled back, the warm hands made him shake, an unwelcome touch. He couldn’t recognise the hands, they were familiar but he couldnt quite place it on a person. He couldnt make out the ‘calm downs’ or the ‘its going to be okays’ that were whispered in his ears. Just the sound overwhelmed him and he wanted to get away. James tried to pull away from the arms that kept him trapped, failing when they held on tighter. He couldn’t see his mother anymore, the body gone from his view. He cried out. 

“Let me see her! Please. I need her. I didnt get to say goodbye.” James’ voice was wrecked, the words coming out broken and quiet like a plea. He thrashed around in the arms wanting to find his mother, knowing he couldnt be away from her. Not now.

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This was originally used for writing practice with an OC but I thought it fit James quite well. Enjoy!

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Hi! I’m Moony. I use all pronouns.

I’m going to post one-shots and drabbles here for the marauders. Feel free to make requests, I’ll write for most characters and ships. I won’t write smut or heavy gore/angst/violence but I’m open to most other things :)

My favourite ships include moonchaser (Remus x James), Jily (James x Lily), and pandalily (Pandora x Lily).