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robarazzii · 10 months
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James Potter going to florist!reader’s shop and having the worst allergies ever.
James doesn’t actually need a job (he’s very rich) so he just likes popping in and out when he’s not doing all the millions of hobbies he’s started and got bored off after a week.
He would love helping organise bouquets with her so would always down play how bad his allergies actually are. she could tell but didn’t wanna upset him so just let him help out, it makes him even happier than he normally is so it’s all good.
James wouldn’t order flowers because he knows reader is already so busy, so he just does simple acts of kindness like bringing her and the employees lunch and snacks or coffee when they need it.
James always found his name to be kinda plain although he loved it because it was what his mother named him but when they have babies (whether it be humans or furry babies) he would go through all the rare flower names begging reader to name them after it or at least give them a cool middle name.
it would go kinda like this:
james : Selenicereus grandiflorus
reader: what do you mean jamie?
james: the babies name, we could call her Selenicereus grandiflorus
reader: jamie how is the baby supposed to say that never mind spell it, i can’t even spell that and it’s a mouth full don’t ya think?
james: but babyyy we could call her night bloom for short, pleaseeee
reader: hmm i’ll think about it
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bee-zeebub · 1 month
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a jegulus doodle before bed ~o~
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enamoredwithbella · 4 months
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The hyper-sexuality I feel during ovulation week needs to be studied by esteemed scientists and doctors. This can NOT be normal
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5 mins without the strap: we’re dead in the water here. Send up the flares.
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ecstarry · 21 days
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but what if i say that regulus does treat his mouth like it’s heaven’s gate
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julesart04 · 3 months
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Fallen Angel Regulus anyone? ✨
I've had such major artblock recently. I need more marauders content so if anyone wouldn't mind could you reblog and tell me your fave marauders headcanons?? I will be eternally grateful 🙏😊
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static-radio-ao3 · 3 months
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@jegulus-microfic // january 9 // prompt: write // words: 408 // mild/implied nsfw
“You’re so gorgeous, did you know that?” Regulus asks, gazing at James from where he has his chin pillowed on his chest. 
Moonlight filters through the curtains, dust dancing where it is caught in her beam. The night is silent, save for the murmurs in the space between them.
James’ hands still in Regulus’ hair. “Yeah, sure.”
“No, I mean it.”
James hums. A non-committal thing, because guys like him aren’t gorgeous. They’re handsome. Solid. Sturdy. 
“You don’t believe me?” Regulus asks, shifting so he’s no longer lying on James’ chest but instead straddling him. James’ hands move to rest on Regulus’ hips. They gravitate there almost on their own. His True North. “I’ll write it down, if you want. Your morning manifestations.” 
James laughs a little because he still thinks it’s at least a little bit of a joke. His laughter quickly turns breathless when Regulus’ hands come up to his face.
Delicate fingers trace the line of his jaw. The curve of his lips. The shell of his ear and the bridge of his nose. James feels his breath hitch in his throat. The touch feels reverent. Like he is something to be worshiped. 
“Gorgeous,” Regulus whispers, and there’s a soft touch of fingers over James’ eyebrows. His eyes flutter shut and a puff of breath caresses the side of his face, lips following the path Regulus’ fingers have traced. He mouths gently at the line of his jaw, at the corner of his lips, at the shell of his ear, and at the bridge of his nose. A gentle kiss on each eyelid. 
“Gorgeous,” he murmurs. Again and again and again. Until he has mapped out the entirety of James’ face. It almost feels like he’s being re-invented. His freckles and moles charted like stars on a cloudless night. 
Regulus shifts again, working his way down James’ throat, along his collarbones, a kiss pressed into the hollow between them. His chest and stomach, his hip bones. No part of him left uncharted. 
Down and down Regulus goes, muttering that single word over and over again, until he finds where James craves him most, and swallows him down in one go.
James comes with his back arched off the bed and the word gorgeous echoing in his head.
In the morning, Regulus long gone, James finds a sticky note on the mirror. Good morning, gorgeous, it reads, with a little heart-eyed stick-figure doodled in the corner. 
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causereyna-artie · 3 months
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You know what we don't talk about enough? Lily and Peter.
Peter, the first marauder Lily liked. Potter and Black were too loud and full of themselves, and Remus too defensive for Lily to form an impression of. Peter, though. The quiet mouse of a boy under Potter and Black's spell. 'The only marauder to see the heavens', as Lily had said.
The only marauder to actually be apologetic to the teachers when he was late to class. Not cracking jokes like Potter and Black or grunting an excuse like Remus. Peter, the boy that helped her with her books in the corridor. Peter, who never made jokes at her expense. Peter, the boy who smiled at her in the halls.
And, Lily. Of course, Peter liked Lily. The brightest witch of her age. The unapologetic, sarcastic redhead in Pete's in Herbology class. The only girl able to put James and Sirius in their place.
Lily, a flash of red. Lily, who taught him how to handle the mandrakes. Lily, who reprimanded Sirius when he said anything to Peter in the common room. She was the smartest person he knew.
Lily, the girl who tried to matchmake Peter with all her friends, because she trusted him to not hurt any of them.
Peter, the boy who immediately confessed and apologised to Lily about the marauder's prank, always the first to warn her.
Lily, the girl who sneaked breakfast for Peter in the morning classes when he had overslept.
Peter, who had stayed up late in the common room, teaching Lily about quidditch so she could get closer to James.
Lily, who got Peter through his exams.
Peter, who got Lily things when she couldn't find them in the huge Potter house.
Lily, who challenged Peter at a chess game when the marauders left him out of their latest challenge.
Peter who---on the days Remus wouldn't---sat with Lily on the cold mornings, watching James go around and around the quidditch pitch from the bleachers.
Lily, who actually asked about Peter during the war.
But, oh, Lily dropped herbology in the sixth year, and Peter didn't help Lily with her books anymore, and Lily laughed when Sirius made a joke at Peter's expense, and Peter never apologised to the teachers by the third year, and Lily loved James too much to actually reprimand him, and Peter hurt her friend Amelia in the fifth year, and Lily's hair turned auburn, and Remus was the smartest person Peter knew now, and Lily who never really liked chess so she stopped, and Peter didn't tell Lily about the time the goblets were charmed, and Lily asked Mary to help Peter with his exams because everyone was smarter than Peter, Peter who said it was too early in the morning to get up, Lily who had always been closer to Remus anyway, Peter who nodded now, Lily who knew her way around the Potter house npw, Peter who betrayed Lily, and Peter who killed Lily, and Peter who almost killed baby Harry.
Peter, who would never, ever, ever see the heavens.
And Lily, who saw them too soon.
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vanillen · 2 months
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excerpt from my Jegulus fic that i hope to finish sooner than later
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„What do you want?” Serverus asked and Barty looked at him with a dead pan expression.
„Purge of the wizzarding word,” he said coldly. „Death of all muggles, yey!” He rises his hands in a cheering gesture, and Severus squeezed the bridge of his nose. Maybe Severus would kill him and end his misery.
„Crouch,” Severus signed, and Barty just shrugged his shoulders. „Dark Lord is getting impatient.”
„Well,” Barty said, spreading his arms. „I was fired, why should I care?”
I love Barty. He is so done with everything.
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padsmoony04 · 1 year
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"Not all men."
You're absolutely right. James Potter would never treat me this way.
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martie10 · 26 days
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Angel and Husk from Hazbin Hotel are literally Barty and Evan. Charlie and Vaggie are James and Regulus. PROVE ME WRONG
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babyanderson · 1 year
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Hi angel! what about little!reader and cg!james potter where reader starts to slip while they’re with friends and james helps her?
you look around at your friends sitting next and in front of you, giggling along with them, feeling your head grow fuzzy as your nose scrunches up, and you find yourself fiddling with your fingers in your lap.
jamie. jamie. jamie.
the name rings in your ears, drowning out the conversations you should really be part of.
your eyes turn glossy and begin to flutter a little, immediately snapping out of it as you feel your friend to your right nudge you lightly.
“you okay, lovie?” she asks softly, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. you feel so lucky you have such understanding friends. you look at her, nodding gently.
“‘m okay..” you whisper back, leaning your head on your shoulder, her hand wrapping round your waist, making you feel safe.
“want jamie?” she whispers again, your head immediately picking up, nodding quickly. she nods back and you look around, breathing heavy. you finally see the brunette walk into the hall, hoping you catch his eye. you do. you both make eye contact and he’s immediately running over.
“j-jamie..” you whisper as you stand up to meet him halfway, almost collapsing into his chest. he wraps one arm around your waist, his other stroking your hair away from your face.
“you okay, baby? feeling small?” he whispers, leading you away and out of the hall, quickly turning back to your friends, nodding a thank you at them.
“m-mhm..dada please..upstairs?” you whisper, holding his hand tightly, looking up at him. he nods, now leading you up the stairs and into his room. he lays you down onto his bed, kissing your forehead.
“you’re okay, baby. sleepy? wanna take a nap?” he says softly, and you nod along, your eyes fluttering closed. “wan’ dada to nap with me too..” you say softly, reaching out for his hand.
“need to get you out of your uniform first, angel, okay?” he squeezes your hand gently, and you shake your head.
“no, dada! seep like this!” you whine, turning your head to face away from him.
“c‘mon, angel. can choose one of my shirts or jumpers to wear, yeah? doesn’t that sound nice?” he says, and you turn back to him, nodding and leaning up.
you choose one of his jumpers to wear and he changes you into it, the jumper ending in the middle of your thighs. he jumps back into bed with you, your face hidden in his chest.
“love you, my little angel.” he whispers, thinking you’re asleep. you place a small little kiss on his chest, and he smiles down at you.
“cheeky girl.”
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robarazzii · 10 months
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reader who loves using big buff james laying on top of her as a weighted blanket (she can’t breathe properly but it’s just so warm and calming under him :3)
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moonyswarmsweaters · 11 days
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Real quick
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enamoredwithbella · 4 months
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it’s never that serious ppl make black reader fics all the time if they don’t have those small details the fic will js be boring☠️
It is that serious bc I think it’s that serious 🤷🏽‍♀️ and no they don’t??? What planet are you living on the only time I ever see black reader fics is if by chance a POC writer had one of their fics get attention and that rarely happens either. Those “small details” can be altered, and not even majorly, to include at least the rest of the population in race. I’m not saying it has to be every single fic that needs to be inclusive towards everyone (though that would be nice) but asking for at least half of the fics that flood the tags to have, at the very least, neutral descriptions doesn’t sound like a big ask.
PS - if you’re depending on the reader being able to flush red like a tomato or throw her hair up in a cute messy bun for a story to be engaging and entertaining you can hop on over to Wattpad and read the x reader fics there; it’s their specialty.
Angel kisses 💋🥰
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kaggeorgia · 12 days
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Jegulus but make it angel X demon au
Regulus is a demon with black wings darker than the night itself and James an angel with a pure heart and appearance.
Them accidentally stumbling into each other in a battle and James unable to strike first, leaving Regulus pinned down underneath him and with a smirk on his face.
Regulus watching the angel from the shadows, seeing James's kindness towards mortals.
Regulus feeling like that boy might have ignited feeling he never had.
James being intrigued by Regulus's mysterious personality and dark aura.
James getting caught by Regulus trying to get close to his house.
James playing with a fire and getting caught up in the demon's net.
Regulus enjoying the corruption of a such pure angelic creature.
James realising he'd rather be with Regulus than obeying stupid rules. Evil never felt so good touching his skin
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addisonstars · 5 months
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"oh the weather outside is frightful, but my love is so delightful"
written for day 1 of december for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "snow" 437 words
“Regulus, it snowed!” James exclaimed, looking outside at the white wonderland. 
Regulus, who was currently making his morning coffee, rolled his eyes but smiled. “I know love, I have eyes.” 
It was James’ turn to roll his eyes, turning back to make his own cup of coffee. “I would really hope so.” He sticks his tongue out at Reg, who just sticks his right back out like a little 5-year-old. “You're ruining my fun, I just wanted to go out and enjoy the snow.” 
“I was never stopping you from doing that.” 
James throws back a smile to Regulus, because he’s pretty sure that Regulus was doing just that. “Well, ok then.” He almost expected Regulus to tease him for wanting to go out and play in the snow for some reason. Throwing on his snow boots and winter coat, he ran out the door. 
Outside, he built a little snowman, two little snowmen to be specific. Ones that represented him and Regulus. Or were supposed to, but the only difference was that James’ was taller than Regulus. 
He heard the front door open suddenly, and out came a well bundled up Regulus. It was as if he had never seen snow before. He had on another pair of fuzzy pants on, snow boots, a jacket, a coat, gloves, and a scarf. To top it all off he had on a beanie with a pair of earmuffs over it. 
“Cold?” James snickered, but to be completely honest he was a little more than cold himself. 
Regulus was cradling his cup of coffee watching the steam rise from the mug. “Just a bit,” he shivered, “just a bit.” 
James laughed, and laid back to make a snow angel. That was his favorite part of it snowing outside; making snow angels in the snow. He loved the feeling of…freedom it gave him, him brushing his limbs in and out of the snow to stand up and find that it made an angel in the snow. 
Regulus stared at James from where he was laying in the snow, set down his coffee and laid right next to him. He started making a snow angel too, moving his arms and legs through the snow. And even though Regulus couldn't see it, James was smiling at him. Looking at his Reg, having fun in the snow with him. 
Regulus stood up, visibly shaking with cold. He brushed off his clothes, and turned to James. “Can we go inside now? I’m cold and I want to cuddle by the fireplace,” he pouted. 
James laughed, but grabbed Regulus’ hand anyway and they went inside. 
i want to make snow angels with someone
-a.s.
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