#James Potter birthday

[pretentiouswreckingball]

✯my entry for the @croptopjames fest✯

jegulus | 1.3k | non-canon/magical au

summary:

It was revenge, they say, for a prank they played on the other houses. So if Lupin and Pettigrew got their trousers turn into shorts, and Black got his shirt turn into a crop top, then that means Potter—

“Did you hear what happened?”

“They say it was revenge for a prank on the other houses,”

“Seems like a weird way to take revenge,”

“Someone said it was a new statement for the dress code,”

“Of course those Gryffindors would come up with something like that,”

“Mila from my transfiguration class says someone charmed their clothes to transform into something else whenever they wear it. You know, trousers turn into shorts and—”

“Oh, so that’s why Lupin and Pettigrew were wearing shorts! But why was Black’s shirt cropped? Not that I mind the view but—”

“Maybe the spell worked in pairs? If Lupin and Pettigrew got shorts, and Black’s shirt was cropped, then maybe Potter got—”

But Regulus had heard enough.

He should’ve known something was off the moment he crossed Lupin and Pettigrew earlier that day wearing shorts of all things, but if he was completely honest with himself, his mind was somewhere else and didn’t even think twice about it. But now, after eavesdropping on a conversation of some sixth years, maybe he shouldn’t have been so dismissive.

Entering the Great Hall for lunch, Regulus makes a b-line for his seat at the end of the Slytherin table and starts filling his plate absentmindedly, trying to ignore the sight of his brother at the Gryffindor table, talking animatedly to Lupin and Pettigrew, still in those ridiculous clothes. His mind inevitably going to the person who’s conveniently, not among them.

The thing is, Regulus isn’t capable of thinking of a piece of clothing that would look bad on James Potter.

He has seen the guy practising on the Quidditch pitch for Salazar’s sake. He has had a front row of what James’ body looks like when he leans on his broom, quaffle in hand, gaining some speed over his fellow teammates. He has seen how his forearms look when he grips the handle hard and how his thighs squeeze the rear of the broom when he’s doing a particularly hard move so he doesn’t fall.

So no, he doesn't think there’s a piece of clothing that would look bad on him, he could pull any look, especially a crop top, and that is the problem, isn’t it?

Regulus could feel his cheeks warming at the thought. Oh no this is bad, what he’s going to do if he sees him wearing that? He’s going to make a fool of himself and he can’t afford that. No, Regulus needs to get the fuck out of there if he wants to make it with his dignity intact.

Practically stuffing his face, Regulus tries to be as quick as possible, cursing in his mind at the idiot who hexed James Potter to be stuck with that particular piece of clothing, or lack thereof, more like.

“Let it not be said that we don’t do anything nice for you, Regulus,” a voice comes from behind and Regulus freezes and then groans.

Looking up from his plate, he eyes the pair who has taken the seats in front of him, both looking smug as fuck, “You guys are unbelievable,”

Evan hums in agreement, “Aren’t we just?”

“Wasn’t a compliment,”

Barty tuts disapprovingly, stealing a piece of food from Regulus' plate and popping it in his mouth, “Why Regulus, we thought you would be thrilled by this, can’t believe you’re this ungrateful.”

“Crop tops, really?” He huffs, stabbing whatever is left of his chicken, “And don’t get me started on the shorts.”

“Those were my idea,” Evan mentions.

Regulus doesn’t get it, “Why though?”

“We couldn’t be so obvious and only hex Potter, we had to cover our traces,” Barty says, turning his head slightly to look at the Gryffindor table. “Besides, the others look ridiculous, minus your brother of course, the bastard is fit as fuck.”

“Why though?” Regulus repeats, this time even more aggravated at the notion of Barty ogling his brother.

Evan gives him a pointed look, “You know why,”

Regulus drop his gaze, sniffing lightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,”

Barty smirks at him, “You will,”

There’s a sudden ruckus at the entrance. The voices grow loud and you could hear some whistles here and there but what actually catches Regulus’ eyes when he looks up, is the man at the doors.

Something inside him is pleased to notice he was right about James looking good in any piece of clothing, especially something that would show his really fit body. James is looking a little dishevelled, but that only makes him look even prettier. Still enthralled by the sight of James Potter wearing something this sinful, Regulus notices a little too late a voice shouting really close to him, efficiently taking him out of his rivery.

“Looking good, Potter!”

“Barty!” Regulus hisses in embarrassment as James looks in his direction. And oh, the way he smiles at Regulus as soon as their eyes connect.

Regulus is incapable of doing much else under the intensity of that look, he wants to run like he had planned before. He wants to hide, not only from James but from the way he feels when he’s near. Pathetic as it is, the only thing Regulus is capable of doing is following James as he makes his way to the Slytherin table.

Regulus blinks hard at that. Wait, Slytherin table?

Before Regulus can process that, James is already standing right in front of him.

“Rosier, Crouch,” he greets them, still not taking his eyes off Regulus.

“Potter,” Barty nods in his direction. “Nice shirt, does it come in men’s?”

James grin turns sharp, “You don’t want me to answer that, Crouch,”

“Okay, time to go, have a great one!” Evan practically drags Barty aways as the latter cackles like a madman all the way out of the Great Hall.

When his laugh fades, James is still in front of Regulus and Regulus is purposefully looking at anything but his face, so his gaze inevitably fall at the only thing at his eye-level, James’ stomach.

There are beads of sweet running down over that beautiful golden skin and all Regulus wants, is to touch it to see if it’s as soft as it looks. Wondering how it would feel under his teeth.

James clears his throat to catch Regulus' attention. Unnecessary, since he hasn’t lost it the moment he entered the Great Hall.

“So, Regulus,” he starts.

“Yes?” He can see the trail of hair disappearing under the navy trousers. He’s having a hard time not to reach out and touch it.

He’s being so brave about this whole thing, someone should notified his mind-healer.

A beat of silence and then a hand, reaching for his chin and turning his face up, callous fingers against his soft skin. The sight of James’ playful smile makes something inside him melt.

“My eyes are up here, love.”

His cheeks get warmer out of the embarrassment of being caught. Not that he was subtle in the least but still, embarrassing.

James doesn’t seem to mind in the least.

“You’re blushing,” he notices.

Regulus' face is practically red at this point.

“Shut up,” he grumbles and James chuckles.

“No, no, I like it,” he says, voice soft. “Red looks good on you,” and then he proceed to fucking caressing his cheek.

It’s settled then, Regulus is living inside a romantic novel where making a fool out of yourself in front of someone you fancy is necessary and crop tops are a thing.

“What do you want?”

“Just wanting to say hello,” James says, eyes softening. “Hello,”

“Hi,” Regulus says, like an idiot.

“Fancy a Quidditch game with me?”

Regulus frowns. “Right now?”

“Why not?”

“You’re not wearing the proper gear,”

James smirks, “I think I will manage,”

This is a bad idea, a terrible one and Regulus knows it, everyone knows it and yet— “Lead the way then,”

James lets his hand drop from his face, and it takes all of Regulus not to chase the touch, but the feeling of loss is quickly replaced with excitement when he sees James holding his hand up for Regulus to take.

Regulus does, of course he does.

Hand in hand, they make it to the Quidditch pitch.

Together.

#well. let it not be said I never do anything nice for you guys #happy birthday James!!! #pathetic Reggie my fave Reggie #wait for the slutty shorts James later today!! #and just fyi Sirius looks amazing in that crop top too #also pardon any mistakes I wrote this last night half asleep #anyways enjoy!!! #james potter #James Potter birthday #croptopjames #jegulus #jegulus fic #jegulus microfic #(?) idk

[katsuniverse]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMES ♡

so it’s no secret that james potter is by far one of my fav fictional characters. he is also my fav fictional hubby so I thought for his bday I would share some of my fav fics/blurbs from other writers of him! <33

*you don’t have to imagine him as the gif ofc it’s just the first thing that comes up when I search james potter

high bf james by @theemporium

fwb turned bf james by @astonishment

hungover james by @lucasnclair

friends to lovers james by @perpetuallydaydreaming

innocent!jamie by @my-my-only-angel

bf james hcs by @meadowscarlet

more james hc by @robieangel

neighbor james ft.sirius by @morwap

bsf james by @sunrisefairy

camboy!james by @dylwrites

honorable mention to anything by @jamespottersmommy and @quindolyn

have a wonderful day and ly jamie :)!

#moots <3 #mrskatpotter #katlovesall #katsuniverse #james potter x reader #james potter smut #james potter angst #james potter imagine #james potter x y/n #sub james potter #james potter #marauders x reader #james potter fluff #james potter x you #james potter fanfiction #james potter x reader smut #james potter birthday #james potter blurb

[swag696942069]

Happy birthday, James Potter. Happy birthday, love. It's too bad you're dead. You would've loved "So American" by Olivia Rodrigo

#james potter #james potter birthday #so american #olivia rodrigo #regulus black #sirius black #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #pandora rosier #mary macdonald #marlene mckinnon #lily evans #dorcas meadowes

[snarky-magpie]

(Would you look at that, I actually sat down and wrote something for James' birthday.

It was a spur-of-the-moment thing, so the quality is debatable, but I'm proud of managing it on time :D You can read the whole thing here. It's a silly little birthday soulmate AU.)

“Not a dot here, mate,” Sirius pipes up from behind, tearing James out of his reverie. His gaze drops to his chest on autopilot, and oh shit. Nothing will ever be the same. He is so, so screwed. Tears spring to his eyes, and he tries to wipe them away with his left hand while his right hand clutches his peck in a last-gasp attempt to both pretend this isn’t happening and to hide the awful truth from Sirius.

“Prongs?” Sirius moves to stand in front of him, staring at him with anxiety written over his features. “What is it? Who is it?”

Wordlessly, James lets his hand drop.

He doesn’t have to look down again.

One glance was all it took for him to memorize the shape of the name in the looping script forever.

Regulus.

“It might not be him?” he says after a prolonged moment of silence.

“How many Reguluses do you know?” Sirius scoffs. “Fuck. Didn’t expect that, but I guess—I love you, and he’s back with us now, so it could be worse? Well, he could be worse, you deserve better, but it’ll be all right. We’ll make it work, Prongsie. He’s an unpleasant git most of the time, but I’ll force him to be nice to you, I swear, or—”

James cuts off the stream of Sirius’ nervous babbling with a tired flick of his hand.

“Relax, Pads. You don’t have to worry. Nothing will come of this.” He can’t stop the bitterness from poisoning his words. 

There’s a soft creak of the door opening in the background, but consumed by his misery, James misses the significance. He’s hanging by a threat, desperately fighting the pathetic sob building in his chest. Such an irony. Under better circumstances, this would be the best birthday gift he might’ve received, but given the fact Regulus despises everything he stands for, it’s only a reminder of the relationship James will never have. 

Sirius studies him with huge eyes, probably not entirely grasping all the details, but James can fill him in later. Later, when the wound in his chest doesn’t feel so raw. Later, when he’s cut off the inked patch of skin and let a scar grow over the place that should hold the name of the love of his life. 

“Just don’t tell anyone, please?” he begs quietly. “Especially Regulus.” 

“Don’t tell me what?”

#jegulus #regulus black #james potter #starchaser #dead gay wizards #the marauders #ao3fic #jfp #james potter birthday

[starchaser-shipper]

As a Regulus kinnie, i am pleased to announce that i share my birthday with James Potter

#harry potter #james potter #james x regulus #jegulus #regulus black #starcaser #marauders era #dead gay wizards #regulus kinnie #regulus black kinnie #james potter stan #james potter birthday

[thelegitcasper]

James Potter Birthday Stream?

hey marauders fans,

if i was to do a marauders themed stream tomorrow for james's birthday, would anyone wanna watch that?

it would be stuff like tier lists, uquizzes, other quizzes, making the marauders on infinite craft, etc. plus we'd obviously listen to my prongs playlist and i might even do a mild cosplay of him for the stream!

like or repost if you would want to watch something like this :D

(this stream may be moved to a later date so if you want to know when the stream is happening, follow my twitch @thelegitcasper)

#the marauders era #marauders era #the marauders #remus lupin #sirius black #dead gay wizards #slytherin skittles #dead gay wizards from the 70s #james potter #james potter birthday #stream #twitch streamer #small streamer #marauders fanfic #marauders fandom #harry potter marauders #atyd marauders #hp marauders #i'm a marauders fan #marauders #peter pettigrew #regulus black #jegulus #wolfstar #marauders stream #welcome back ao3 #marauders headcanons #starchaser #sunseeker #all the young dudes

[eastwindmlk]

Written for @struttingstag prompt: Two-Way Mirror, March 8th Word Count: 1099 (Oops)

The lantern that lit his desk has started to flicker precariously, signalling the coming of morning. Tapping it with his wand, Sirius hoped to revive the light for just a little while longer. Just long enough for the sun to rise and allow him to continue reading. Pulling the throw blanket tighter around himself in an effort to banish the chills. 

Which would have worked fine if the chills hadn’t been from fatigue; his very core was too tired to keep himself warm. Just a few more pages, just a few more charms. Surely, he could crack this! 

He managed to become an animagus at sixteen, for fuck’s sake. How hard could modifying a communication spell be? 

The ball of his hand wiped at his dry, itchy eye while he squinted at the seventh book on just such charms, which offered him little to no useful insights. Flicking through the yellowed pages, his fingers stained with splotches of ink trembled for another hit of nicotine. 

Reluctantly, he placed the book on his desk and dragged his feet over to the window, nudging it open with his toe before slumping down against the window sill. Maybe a fag would clear his mind.

If only he had not started two days before James’s birthday, he could have allowed himself a wink of sleep. Some fresh eyes. As it stood, he had grossly overestimated his own ability to manipulate this old spell. 

A little shudder of pleasure ran through him after a long drag filled his lungs with the hot smoke. The instant relief of an itch being scratched. The glowing embers light up the next page. 

His tired eyes roved over the words, in search of something—anything—that might help him complete this task. Hastily brushing away the ashes that tried to stain the page, a grey smudge now highlighted what he assumed was another useless passage. 

Still, he dutifully scanned it.

Grey eyes lit up suddenly, and a rush of excitement nearly made him toss the book out the window when he finally found it. Under the smudge, no less. 

Scrambling to his feet, Sirius made it a few steps before realizing the fag was still hanging from his lips. Carelessly flicking it out the window before practically tumbling over Peter’s record player while he scrambled for his bed. 

Delicately retrieving the box he had squirrelled away under his bed, a surprise for his boyfriend came gifting time. Eyebrows drawing together in concentration, wand poised between his fingers, he followed his notes. Meticulously shaping the magic and weaving it in carefully. 

A triumphant smirk on his lips as the complicated configuration took hold, and just like that, he was done. Heart racing at the prospect of presenting it. --- Come evening, the Gryffindor common room was filled with laughter, the clinking of bottles of Butterbeer, and Tom Petty playing in the background of it all. Everyone was waiting for the guest of honour to arrive. 

As per usual, though, James had been the last one to leave the pitch. Slaving away over a set of strategies. What did not help either was the fact that they’d sent Lily to fetch him. The pair of them clearly took their time. As was evident by the fact that they tumbled through the portrait hole, giggling and flushed. 

James was flustered when the room erupted in shouts and cheers, sheepishly wiping away a lipstick stain from his neck. Sending their girlfriend a look of betrayal as she stood there and laughed. Pulling him into an embrace and leaving another mark on his cheekbone. 

It did not take long for their eyes to meet and for smiles to be shared. Sirius lifted his flask of gin in salute, quietly waiting for the masses to get their hugs and congratulations in. They would have their time soon enough. 

While James made his rounds, Lily wove her way through the sea of students to wrap an arm around his waist. “Did you get done what you wanted to?” She asked with her lips against his temple. 

“It almost killed me, but I did,” he confirmed, petting his jacket and producing a light rattling sound from his inside pocket. Turning his head into another kiss, their lips locked together as they both smiled. 

Her finger brushed his cheek as she pulled away to look him in the eyes. “I knew that if anyone could do it, it would be you,” Lily told him proudly, claiming one last kiss before a familiar cough caught their attention. 

“Can I get some action too?” James asked, making both of them laugh. 

Sirius wriggled his eyebrows at him, reaching out to run his fingers along a love bite that was starting to blossom just under his collar. Enjoying the way he shivered under his delicate touch. “How about your gift first?” 

He watched his boyfriend’s eyes light up, as he knew they would. Despite always insisting on not needing a gift, being there with him was enough. However, the way he would get emotional when given a gift told a completely different story. 

Pulling two carefully wrapped packages out of his pocket and handing one of them to James and the other to Lily. The latter studied the brown paper curiously, looking up at him with eyebrows drawn together. 

Before the redhead could ask, there was a confused sound from James. “I hate to break it to you, Pads. But I don’t think you’re supposed to gift people something they already own,” he questioned and smiled apologetically. “Not to be ungrateful or anything, I thought I lost it so...” Rolling his eyes, Sirius motioned to Lily with a theatrical swoop. “Maybe if we didn’t dawdle...” Which earned him a sharp look from his girlfriend, who made a point of cruelly ripping off the paper. Revealing another mirror, this one smaller. Made to fit in a purse. Her hand paused with the balled-up paper still firmly in her grasp. 

James leaned in, peering at it with a puzzled expression. “Is that?” 

Sirius nodded in response. “I thought it might be nice.” He pulled out his own and traced along the edge, the enchantment crackling to life as both their mirrors grew warm and glowing in their hands. “I tinkered with the enchantment; I hope you don't." His sentence was cut off by a pair of power arms wrapping tightly around his chest. 

“I love it! It is bloody brilliant. You are brilliant!” Lips crashing together clumsily, noses bumping, and glasses dug into cheekbones. But he would not want to be kissed any other way.

#jilypad #sirius black #james potter #lily evans #Lily x james x sirius #microfiction #fluff #james potter birthday

[dickmastersfruit]

this is technically 44 mins after his bday but whatever

#bbgart #james potter #james potter birthday #james potter fanart #james potter art #marauders era #marauders era fanart #marauders era art #fanart #art #digital art #digital drawing #digital painting #digital illustration

[enbysiriusblack]

since it's theatre day and james' bday, have this little theatre au snippet:

"O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die!" James yelled, plunging the retractable knife into his stomach and falling to the ground with a gasp.

"I thought you were playing romeo?"

James sat up, turning to see Peter in a front seat of the empty theatre.

"Evans found out Mulciber was cast as Tybalt and wanted to switch so she could kill him", James stroked the skirt of his dress, "I should probably warn Flitwick to check she isn't using a real sword during that scene but... nah."

Peter grinned with a shrug, "He probably has it coming."

"Exactly my thoughts, Pete", James nodded, jumping off the stage.

The doors opened wide followed by a familiar voice, "This is your first rehearsal, Prongs, there's no need for costumes yet."

James glanced down at his long red dress he had borrowed, without asking, from Mary, "Who says this is a costume?"

The corner of Remus' mouth lifted as he shoved a script into James' hands.

Sirius stood by Remus, in a full Mercutio costume, surveying James' dress, "You should probably go for a different colour. If we use blood when you die then nobody will be able to see it."

"We're not using any fake blood, Mister Black", Flitwick huffed, strolling through the rows of chairs.

Sirius grinned, "Who said fake?"

Flitwick ignored him, instead turning to James, "Now, Mister Potter, I was very surprised to see you audition, but hopefully it means you'll be bringing in a more diverse range of people to be our audience?"

"You mean my teammates? Yeah, they'll probably come."

"Excellent", Flitwick clapped his hands, "I'm sure with you and Miss Evans as our stars, our play will get sold out in seconds, Hm?"

Flitwick moved along, signalling for Remus to follow him over to the lighting booth.

James stared after him, "Did Flitwick just admit he gave me the role to sell more tickets? Am I not a good actor?"

"At least he thinks your hot and popular," Peter snorted.

James whined, turning to Sirius, "I'm not a good actor."

Sirius patted his head with a bark of laughter, "Prove him wrong then."

James grinned back, immediately jumping up onto the stage just as the other crew and cast members filtered into the theatre.

Remus spotted James on the middle of the stage and turned on a spotlight where he stood.

"O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?" James declared, hand to his forehead like looking out to sea.

"Deny thy father and refuse thy name", James sighed wistfully, "Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love and I’ll no longer be a Capulet."

Someone whistled from the small gathering watching him.

"‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy: thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What’s Montague? It is nor hand nor foot nor any other part belonging to a man."

James gasped dramatically, "O be some other name", he yelled before falling to the floor.

He then lifted his head up slowly, as if pondering something, "What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."

James hummed in deep thought, tapping his fingers against his chin before climbing back up into a standing position and grinning proudly to himself, "So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title."

Romeo", James nodded in pure elation at a discovery, "doff thy name, and for that name, which is no part of thee..."

James nodded twice more, firmly, reaching a big decision, "take all myself."

Someone whistled again and in place of flowers, people started throwing their jumpers and jackets. Sirius threw a boot, which James managed to catch before it would hit him.

He took a bow to even more cheers, until Remus dimmed the lights.

James jumped back off the stage to praise from the other actors.

He spotted Flitwick who nodded at him, pleased, "You'll be a very good Juliet, Mister Potter."

"I know."

#james potter #marauders era #marauders #james potter birthday #marauder!theatre au #my writing

[nobleflowermybeloveds]

It's James Potter international day 🫡

#james potter #marauders era #james potter birthday #i love this boy so much #how could there be a world without James Potter

[whenerenfallsinlove]

was gonna stay up til late to make this post but today is james potter’s birthday and tomorrow is my sixteenth birthday, so happy birthday to him and happy birthday to me 💕

#pro snape #severus snape #professor snape #jeverus #marauders fandom #the marauders #harry potter #james potter #james potter birthday #happy birthday to me #birthday

[ducky-sav]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMES!!!!

#I love this man so much I cry when I remember he’s not real #james potter #james potter birthday

[sunsfawn]

happy birthday to my fave dilf

#sunsfawn #the marauders #hp #james potter #james fleamont potter #the marauders era #harry potter #james potter day #happy birthday james :3

[evyltalks]

One of my favorite Remus : Knight Remus !!

My entry for @/ashbee_.art’s DTIYS

Also this is technically a birthday post for the only man I’m allowing myself to really appreciate. Happy birthday Moony, you would’ve loved Noah Kalan

#happy birthday to the man of the hour #it’s Remus Lupin’s birthday so pay your respects #Remus lupin #Knight Remus #we love him #james potter #marauders #art #marauders fanart #fanart

[aithusarosekiller]

Everyone pretending to forget James' birthday so they can throw him a surprise party, wanting it to be really fun and thinking he'll love it

They clearly don't think it through bc they don't know enough about James' compartmentalisation method when it comes to emotions so they don't consider how he'll feel and respond to the prank

And they all think that he knows it's a plan and is expecting the surprise party but he doesn't know that and just feels forgotten and stupid. He tries to suck it up all day but ends up letting it all out to Regulus later on because he couldn't keep hiding his emotions to such a high level. The second Reg asked if he was okay he broke

They were all too caught up in excitement to notice how reserved he'd become and James was too worried and kind to say anything because he doesn't want to ruin his friends' good moods

Regulus loses his shit becuae he suspects that it was just a joke or plan but he's stil so angry at them for not thinking about how James would feel and not noticing how he responded

The surprise party happens later and James cries again (which is really strange for him) because he really wasn't expecting it. That's when Marlene, Peter, and Sirius really seem to realise what had happened. Remus and Lily had some suspicions before but didn't voice them. Everyone else is just confused.

Some part of James is glad that his and Reg's relationship is secret because it stopped Reg from storming up to them earlier on and ripping them a new one over it when James knew their intentions were nothing but pure. But part of him is a little sad that the only person who truly noticed something was wrong that day wasn't able to attend the party because nobody knew about him.

#jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #james potter #ik his birthday was a few days ago but I only had this idea now

[lexithwrites]

64 year old james is sitting in his garden with his dog right now as regulus waters their plants and flowers and he loves his life

#happy birthday baby boy #the marauders #regulus black #james potter #jegulus