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Remus Lupin had to physcially fight James Potter to stop him from proposing to Regulus Black with a flash mob send post.
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theprongspotter · 18 hours
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James: You’re so sweet!
Regulus: I could murder someone in two seconds.
James: Aw, you didn’t even say ‘murder you!’ You’re adorable.
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c: @words-on-pa-per
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yrluvjane · 2 days
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hi hi hi i'm sorry i've been off for a few days. you write so good. are you kidding me? about more requests, how about a reverse grumpy x sunshine because our boy James is the literal definition of sunshine. like reader is this no-nonsense type badass and he's just a sweet, yet protective but just overall a cutie pie?
eeee! I just finished writing this and i love it! Though, I don't know if this "grumpy", i lost that half way through writing. i hope you like it too! Seriously i love all requests, keep'em coming, honey <3
If James was a comforting, warm fire during the cold winter nights that brought everyone together, then you were the bracing, ice-cold wind that swept them all away.
The party atmosphere is wild, fun, and lively, with James dancing and drinking with some of your friends as the party rages on. It's a little odd to see you sitting alone at a table, casually nodding as Sirius drunkenly whispers in your ear.
You've noticed that from across the room, he keeps an unwavering gaze on you, his attention unwavering. When you turn to meet his gaze this time, you smirk and send him a teasing wink, as Sirius drunkenly rambles in your ear.
You turn back to Sirius, giving him your full attention, as it suddenly hits you that he may be high as well, not just drunk. When you turn to motion for your boyfriend to come over, he's gone. Your eyes search for him, and suddenly there's someone forcingly kissing your cheek as James appears with an enthusiastic grin on his face. "Gotcha," he proclaims triumphantly.
Sirius, next to you, slurs his words as he does a flossing gesture, "I mean it, Genius! Gets everything, y'know!" You can't help but humor him by nodding along, humoring his drunken antics. Then, James takes your hand, placing his warm fingers in between yours, linking them together tightly.
"What are you doing all alone?" James asks as he takes the drink from Sirius' hand. "I'm not alone, Sirius is here to tell me all about his newfound admiration for.. muggle floss. Now if you really want to impress me then you'd take your friend up to his dorm. " you say, your face splitting into a mischievous grin. James raised his brow in amusement.
"Wish they'd make a chocolate flavor, though."
They both faced the younger Black patriarch in confusion.
"What's a floss?" James' brows furrow, the confusion written all over his face. Even when you bite your lip to hide your grin, your eyes give you away, but before he has a chance to figure out what you're about to do, you turn to Sirius and exclaim, "Sirius, James doesn't know what floss is!" The black-haired boy turns to his friend in shock, mouth hanging open, his eyes wide with surprise. "Prongsie, no!" Sirius throws himself over your lap to reach James
"Okay, I get it. I'll get him to bed." James says with a heavy sigh, getting up from his seat. "Great! Cause I need to go take a shower." You say as you blow him a kiss. He faces Sirius with an exaggeratedly miserable demeanor, rolling his eyes at the black-haired boy. "Mate, I need you to tell me all about this floss thing," he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Sirius looks up at him with a confused expression on his face before breaking into a grin. "You'll love it! It's like a small thread and you put it in between your teeth!"
"What?"
When you return, a little over an hour has passed, and the party has died down significantly. The atmosphere is quieter now, with only a few small groups of people still clustered together in the corner of the room. Piles of passed out 7th-year students can be seen scattered across the floor as well. It's a bit somber compared to before, with most of the partygoers having either gone to bed or passed out from too much drink.
It's not long before you spot James sitting alone in the arm chair, his glasses placed neatly on a stand table nearby. He seems deep in thought, staring off into space as he relaxes in the quiet atmosphere of the now-empty party. You approach James, a small smirk on your face as you take a seat on his lap. "What are you still doing up?" you ask, your voice low and teasing. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with surprise, and before you can respond, he straightens up immediately, his voice firm and confident. "I have a girlfriend," he says, his mouth set in a determined line.
You tease him, saying "I don't see her," Without his glasses James can only make out colors. He looks up at you, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Well, what I said was enough, and I would like to get off, please," he says, a hint of annoyance in his voice. You grin at his response and get off his lap, only to sit on the arm of the chair. "Okay, would you tell me about her? Your girlfriend, that is," you say, a hint of curiosity in your voice.
"Oh, where do I start? She's smart, kind, and beautiful. We've only been together for a short while, but I can already talk about her all day. She's the perfect person for me, in every way." He sighs happily as he throws his head back. "Oh, she's feisty. Like a dragon, you know? Adorable and dangerous at the same time. You always have to be on your toes with her. But I love her for that. She's strong, confident. I feel like she can take on the world and I just want to be by her side to support her. She's my everything... I'm a lucky man to have her in my life."
You blush and sniffle as you reach over to grab his glasses from the table, a small smirk on your face. "I don't know about you, but it sounds like you're in love with me, James," you say with a mischievous glint in your eye.
He looks up at you, taken aback by your sudden comment and the teasing tone in your voice.
You smile as you slip James' glasses back onto his face, making his eyes widen in surprise as he realizes it's you. He laughs, shaking his head in disbelief. "You tricked me!" he exclaims, a smile spreading across his face.
You tutted, "I thought you were really in love with me, for a moment there."
"Maybe...but only a little,"
You blush and gasp as James pulls you onto his lap, your heart fluttering with excitement. You wrap your arms around his neck, your face close to his, your body pressed against his. He smiles down at you, his eyes warm and tender, and you feel as if you can see straight into him.
You pull back slightly, looking up into his eyes. "Only a little, huh?" you say, a small smirk playing at the corners of your mouth.
"Yeah," he says, his voice soft and low. "I can't help it, I guess. You're just so... I don't know... you're just you."
You laugh, feeling like you're on cloud nine. "Aw, how sweet," you say, your voice laced with sarcasm. "I don't know about you, but I'm not complaining. This feels pretty nice."
He chuckles, his hand reaching up to brush a strand of your hair behind your ear. "It does, doesn't it? Think we'll work out?"
You grin, your heart thrumming with happiness. "Well, I'm a sucker for a good time. And you, James Potter, are definitely providing that right now."
He leans in, his lips brushing against yours, and you feel the sparks flying as your mouths meet in a passionate kiss.
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mezsygfs · 13 hours
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Ever hear a song someone else is playing and just think "this is so marauders coded" BUT YOU CAN'T SAY ANYTHING CAUSE HOW ON EARTH ARE YOU GONNA EXPLAIN YOU HAVE CREATED YOUR OWN LITTLE WORLD BASED OFF THE HARRY POTTER FRANCHISE ABOUT HIS DAD AND 3 BEST FRIENDS.
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outromoony · 3 days
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"I don't think you're truly mean. You have sad eyes." But it's James to Regulus.
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that-bitch-kat3 · 2 days
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bitches be like: omg this song is soooo james potter coded
the song:
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lulublack90 · 2 days
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Prompt 15 - Villain
@jegulus-microfic April 15, Word count 427
Previous part First part
“Wait, so who's that guy?” James pointed at the screen. Regulus sighed.
“He’s the villain. He’s the one trying to kill her.” He pointed at the running female lead. 
“Okay, and why is he trying to kill her?” James questioned again.
“James, are you even watching the film?” 
They were sitting on Regulus’s bed with the TV on as they had been for the last three days. James had turned up the morning after their accident with a tray full of pancakes and fruit. Sirius had let him in and led him to Regulus’s room, cackling as he knocked once on the door and left them to it. 
Regulus had tried to get rid of him, but James was having none of it. 
He came back the next day, and Regulus turned the TV on just so he didn’t have to keep trying to make small talk. James had seemed very happy by this and immediately settled back into Regulus’s pillows. He flung an arm around Regulus’s shoulders. Regulus didn’t stop him. It had been a while since anyone had wrapped an arm around him in bed. 
By the third day, he found himself grinning when James bounced into the room with a plate of croissants and flopped down onto the bed next to Regulus, being careful not to land on Regulus’s ankle. 
He didn’t know how it happened, but at some point during the film, he’d started feeling drowsy and cuddled into James’s side, falling asleep. 
He woke with James’s fingers trailing patterns gently through his hair. He’d turned the TV off and was lost in his own thoughts. Regulus tilted his head back so he could see James’s face better.
“Hi,” He said sleepily. James jolted back to the present. 
“Oh, hi,” He stammered. “Good, you’re awake. I didn’t want to move you.” James suddenly jumped up and made an excuse about needing to spend time with his parents or something, refusing to make eye contact with him. James all but ran out of the room. 
Regulus had no idea what could have changed James’s attitude so quickly. Had he said something in his sleep? They’d been getting on so well. 
He grabbed his phone off the bed and opened it. His recent phone calls list popped up. He had six missed calls, all from the same number, and then one answered call. He dropped his phone. James had spoken to Barty for over ten minutes. This couldn’t be good.  
“Sirius!!!” He called into the suite. “Sirius!!!” But he got no answer. He was alone. 
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myriadparacosm · 2 days
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IF YOU DON'T THINK THAT JAMES AND SIRIUS GO TO THE TOILET TOGETHER AND CONTINUE TO TALK LIKE EVERYTHING IS NORMAL YOU'RE INSANE. THEY MIGHT HOLD HANDS TOO. THEY ARE DISGUSTING.
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hedgehog-troops · 2 days
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hot take:
i dont like it when in fics the marauders are bullying Snape for being poor/having greasy hair cz he apparently can not shower.
i personally do not think they would bully somebody for those reasons, or reasons regarding how someone looks etc etc.
i think what started as james being jealous of snape and lilys friendship just blew out of proportion and they all started to hate each others guts and somewhere along the line they didn't even remember why it all started just they that were meant to hate eachother.
thankyou for coming to this ted talk
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jamespotterbbg · 2 days
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I would apologise too if James Potter ran me over with a car and then I would get on my hands and knees and worship him.
Would you like to start a JFP cult with me?☀️
(Also pls bless us with your fav James hcs)
i would worship him too.
yes I would love to start a cult. apply to join our cult here: weallneedhelpasapwe'reobsessedwithjamesfpotter.com
god my personal james hcs... here we go:
he's a hopeless romantic. like through and through. he prays and pleads for people to like him back. he's very delusional about it. (remus has to keep him in check)
he's a mommas boy, but not in a bothersome way. in a, writes his mother letters home three times a week because he worries about her, way.
he and his dad sometimes struggle to connect, but they try their best, and like to attend classical music concerts together. james isn't really a big fan, but he knows his dad is and wants to make him smile.
he's the mom friend, but like all the way. he's always there to remind remus to eat, to help sirius with his panic attacks, and to draw peter out of isolation.
he always makes sure everyone is included because he understands how it feels to be just on the outside of a conversation and feel like you can't speak.
he cares too much, and tends to latch onto things heavily because he doesn't want them to go away. he clings to people like that but won't admit that he does. he's terrified of being left behind
he entertained a person's crush on him for three months because he was too scared to tell them he didn't like them back. he didn't want to hurt their feelings.
he's absolutely obsessed with quidditch. he lives and breathes quidditch. he will wake sirius up in the middle of the night with strategies and ideas to defeat the Slytherins. even though sirius likes his beauty sleep, he always gets up and sneaks out to the field with james and marlene to try the ideas out.
james, marlene, and peter grew up together. they have all these inside jokes that make some people feel left out. sometimes james feels like they are the only people that understand him
he likes to dress in muggle clothes because he finds them fun. he and sirius like to match. he really likes maroon converses.
thank you so much for this ask omg!!
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voice - @jegulus-microfic - word count: 294 - based on this post I saw!
It was one game. He could do this.
Regulus did his best to focus, to scan the area for the Snitch, to do his damn job, to not worry about James Potter for half a second.
Of course, that was too much to wish for.
Because ever since they'd begun sneaking around at night, Potter had become even more insufferable. And worse, Regulus had started to find it cute. (He really needed to be tested for Amortentia.)
So, even though he'd promised himself to stay focused during this very important Gryffindor v. Slytherin game, he should have known something would happen.
He was in the zone at first. Completely unaware of what Potter was doing. Until Remus Lupin's voice cut through his concentration.
"Aaaand James Potter has the Quaffle, he's headed up the Pitch!" Lupin commentated excitedly.
Regulus tried to ignore it, tried not to be excited for the boy on the opposite team, tried to drown out the noise.
But then Remus said nervously, "What- what is Potter doing? Is he- is he waving?"
Unable to resist, Regulus spun around to see what Potter was up to, only to see the scarlet-clad boy waving. At him.
"Hi, Reggie!" Potter yelled as he passed, almost dropping the Quaffle in his happiness.
"Potter! Fucking- pay attention!" Regulus snapped, gesturing to the goalposts nearby, only too aware that he was coaching Potter on how to score against him.
But James could only grin. "This one's for you!" he shouted, before spinning around and throwing the Quaffle wildly toward the goalposts.
And as everyone watched...it sailed about fifty feet to the left of the closest post.
Groaning, Regulus leaned forward, knocking his head on his broomstick. At least this meant Slytherin was still in the lead.
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softbirdieokay · 2 days
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I just can’t get the idea of James Potter saying, “ooo sunburn!” after lobbing the most benign insult at one Reggie Black out of my head.
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yrluvjane · 2 days
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hi gorgeous i hope you’re having a wonderful day!!
Can i please get a james x fem reader where it’s her birthday and she’s feeling down and like she’s getting old ( i turned 22 today and i wanna SCREAM) and ofc james is having non of that and just lots of hurt/comfort/fluff please
Happy Belated Birthday, hun! (I'm turning 21 in a few months) And I relate to this so much as someone who was forced to uphold too much expectations at a very young age, I had this problem ever since I was sixteen and I think about in a really cursed way - always ends up with me crying. Don't forget to enjoy it! You shouldn't be feeling down about it, because 22 is still very young! I'm sure James would tell you this too lol :)
You're feeling sorry for yourself, a little blue, your mind filled with thoughts of aging and loss. It's your birthday and you can't help but feel like time is slipping away from you. You've missed out on so much, and you don't know what the future has for you. You sigh, letting your head fall back against the wall. "I'm getting old," you mutter to yourself. "What am I even doing with my life?"
James walks into the large room, his eyes scanning the crowd for you. He spots you in the corner, near the snack table, looking a little downcast in the midst of all the joy and laughter. He makes his way over to where you're seated, a small box in his hand.
As he approaches, you look up to see James, looking as handsome as always, carrying a bouquet of your favorite flowers.
"Happy birthday, love of my life," he says, leaning in to kiss your cheek.
You smile weakly, feeling a warm ache in your chest at the sight of him. "Thanks, James. That means a lot." Even then he frowns, noticing the sadness in your eyes. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"
At your silence, he leans closer, pulling you into the hall, away from prying eyes and having you sit at a small bench. "You know you can tell me anything." his fingers push back your hair, tucking the small strands behind your ear.
You shake your head, looking up at him with a small frown on your face. "It's just…I thought I'd be excited for my birthday, but I feel like I'm already too old to be having fun like this."
James takes a seat next to you, placing a hand gently on your shoulder. "Nonsense. You're never too old to enjoy the things that make you happy," he says, his voice dripping with kindness. "Plus, isn't today all about celebration? You should be enjoying yourself."
You sigh, feeling slightly comforted by James' words. "I know. It's just…I miss the simpler days, you know? Back when we were students, and life wasn't so complicated."
James nods, understanding your sentiment. "I get it," he says, his eyes soft and filled with so much love and understanding it has you speechless. "But those days are gone, and we have to make the best of what we have now. If you live too much in the past, you'll won't have the time to live in the present. Here."
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small box, handing it to you with a small smile. "Happy birthday, Love. I hope this makes your day a little brighter."
You open the box, a small smile flickering across your face as you pull out a beautiful, delicate gold necklace with a disc pendant . "James, it's…It's perfect," you say, your voice cracking slightly.
"Turn it over."
Your initials and James' are engraved on it, along with a date. James looks up at you curiously, his head on your shoulder.
He pulls away, looking into your eyes with a mix of tenderness and playfulness. "So, can you guess when this was?" he asks, his voice gentle.
You think for a moment, trying to decipher the date. Suddenly, it clicks. You smile, the answer coming to you immediately. "Our first Christmas, our first kiss." you say, your voice full of joy. James chuckles, his eyes sparkling with happiness. "That's right, Love," he says, his voice full of affection. "I wanted to give you something special to remember our special day by."
You place a hand on his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin and the softness of his hair beneath your palm. "I love you," you say, your voice full of feeling. You lean in and give James a kiss.
He kisses you again, his lips soft and tender against yours. "I love you too," he replies, his voice full of affection. When he pulls away, his eyes are sparkling with happiness as he notices the lift in your mood. "Now, let's forget about the past and focus on the present, shall we? Let's celebrate your birthday together, just the two of us."
You smile and lean into James' comforting embrace. "I'd like that," you say, your voice quivering slightly. "Very much."
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fuck-i-love-october · 8 hours
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"So you're the bad one, then?" One of his parents' friends had remarked once
Sirius clenched his jaw
"Ah, yeah I remember you. Always misbehaving. Couldn't have been less like your brother, could you?"
Sirius slammed his chalice onto the table, liquid spilling over the silk tablecloth,
"The bad one? The bad one? Bullshit. I was abused, there is no bad one when you're abused. An injured dog who bites is still an injured dog."
Dinner was awfully quiet after that.
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chaserofstars11 · 2 days
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jegulus hits so hard because the sun and regulus are both stars, but the sun is just a little closer, a little more accessible, a little easier to feel the warmth of. getting to regulus takes a little more work. but both stars burn so bright.
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rigelinsky · 6 hours
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Regulus always knew what he was doing, not that he wished for it or that he wanted to, but he knew the road he was taking, the tide he was facing and the knowledge itself gave him content but when he fell in love with James potter, aka the man who took his brother away, he didn't know what happened and he certainly didn't know what wave swayed him away but all in all he knew he was on the shore and not drowning and this feeling wasn't just contentment but a flush of happiness, a joy so bright that regulus knew it would slip through his embrace soon and yet and still, he held onto it.
So when regulus entered the cave at dusk, the last rays of light from the sun leaving a melancholic glow, a love letter that was never read but was passed down between kisses and cuddles, he knew what he was doing and he knew what it would take and even then he saw the sun go down in the hope that it would rise again tommorow as bright and blazing as it ever was and no one would miss a star because there was always the brightest one.
The next day, it rained and the sun did rise at some point but it was never the same again.
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