#Alive James Potter

[daiziesssart]

belated father's day post!

a polaroid memory of james with harry, aka his "little snitch", taken by lily ♥️

[wolvesandshine]

I know everyone portrays Regulus as the one with exquisite and expensive taste but listen James was the only child of one of Englands richest and oldest wizarding family. He casually wears a rolex watch without thinking twice and is the type to drop hundreds of dollars on a gift. And the thing he goes about it completely unaware of how absurdly expensive all his things are

[likeprongstostars]

Half-cooked thought about fem Jeggy: you know those skin tight tops with an underboob cut out? Reg would wear the hell out of one of those, and James would simply die at the sight

so... yes

[lupinflowrs]

happy potter family anyone ??? harry meeting his sister to be specific 🥺

[caspervi]

Nothing like drawing starchaser while hearing Phoebe Bridgers the entire time

[angarchive]

posting this old thing here too

[wordsofwilderness]

I might've only written 100 words today, but among then where Regulus calling James pathetic for not fucking him hard enough, so I'd call that a win

[rosemarilee]

Lily+ Jegulus coparenting p4

Lily: What should Harry be for Halloween

James: a quidditch player!

Regulus: we don’t need him to end up more like you than he already is, dear

Lily: that true

James: I’d just like to point out that both of you at one point decided to marry me

Lily: I also divorced you

Regulus: and I’m mentally unwell

Harry: can I be a worm?

[vampbloodbunny2]

James and Regulus/ Sirius and Remus core

[kirinthepotato]

It took a year before James realized that everytime he is having a bad day or not in the mood to play the sunshine, he would always seek Regulus' comfort first. Because Regulus doesn't expect him to play nice all the time but encourages him to be mean sometimes. And Regulus also let him rumbles about anything for hours and still smile at him.

[interstellarlyinlove]

Not a date (May 8th)

word count : 425

@wolfstarmicrofic

“It’s not a date,” Remus says. 

“Does Sirius know it’s not a date?” James asks. He’s sitting on the bed behind Remus and annoying him.

“Of course he knows. This is not our first rodeo, you know.”

“Do you know that it’s not a date?”

Remus stares at James through the mirror. Remus is trying to fix his hair and it just won’t– “What do you mean? I’m literally the one that said it’s not a date.”

“It’s not a fourth date.”

“Huh?” Remus turns around because looking at James through a mirror just isn’t the same. 

“This is your fourth not-date.” James shrugs. “Just so we’re clear.”

Remus is getting frustrated so he turns back to look at the mirror. “So? People hang out with each other all the time, it’s not– It’s not like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like what you’re insinuating! Stop.”

“I’m not insinuating anything. How interesting can the Astronomy Tower be, really? Why would you go a fourth time?”

“It’s plenty interesting.”

James is standing next to Remus now. He hands him the hair product that made his family rich. 

“That doesn’t even do anything,” Remus says, and he takes the jar anyway because he’s getting desperate.

“It really doesn’t,” James agrees, resting his head on Remus’ shoulder. “I can’t believe my father is a fraud.”

Remus sighs and says, “I’m a fraud,” because he is. And because he can’t lie to James even if he wants to. 

James smiles. “You’re not a fraud.”

“I’m the biggest fucking fra– My hair is oily now.”

James raises his head to look at Remus and he laughs, which makes Remus laugh in return. “I’ll help you wash it in a second.”

“Thank you.”

James shakes his head. “Four not-dates?”

“We honestly just hang out, do homework, talk. Last time he taught me how to turn a three-leaf clover into a four-leaf clov–”

James groans. “You’re killing me. You made luck together. What do you do on dates, Remus?”

“I don’t think it’s lucky if you have to make it yourself.”

“It’s much more lucky if you make it yourself.”

That makes Remus smile even though he really doesn’t feel like smiling, what with the disgusting hair and talking about embarrassing feelings. “I can believe that. I think.”

“So is this one a date?”

“No!” Remus says. James gives him a look. “I mean, not this one. I haven’t even asked Sirius on a date. I can’t just assume–”

James raises an eyebrow. “You can definitely assume. But whatever. Let me wash your hair.”

[daiziesssart]

happy jilytober ♥️

[wolvesandshine]

The reason Regulus had to die was cause he would have definitely broken Sirius out of Azkaban no questions asked and then they would have murdered both voldemort and dumbledore

[meteoralinart]

Family! P.S. It is Harry behind Sirius! Uncle Moony put him up to it

[chaserofstars11]

rip peter pettigrew, you would’ve loved ratatouille

[lulublack90]

Prompt 22 - Grief/Mourning

@wolfstarmicrofic July 22, word count 506

CW - dead animal, burial,

Sirius came into their dorm room sobbing his eyes out.

“Moony, Prongs, something terrible’s happened!” His face was red and blotchy. Remus had never seen him so upset. He was cradling something furry in his hand. It took Remus a second to figure out what it was. It was a brown rat. 

“Lily’s cat was chasing him. I tried to rescue him but-but-but, I was too late,” Sirius wailed. 

“Oh, shit!” James gasped from across the room. 

“What are you on about, Sirius?” Remus questioned him, not quite understanding why Sirius was so upset. 

“It’s Wormtail!” He cried, holding up the limp rat. He sobbed harder, letting James hold him and cry alongside him. Remus bit his tongue to keep the sarcastic comments contained. 

“He was the most amazing friend,” James stated sadly. “He was always there when you needed to talk and, while he was small, when he transformed, I will never forget the time he snuck up behind Mrs Norris and bit her tail so we could get away before Filch caught us.”

“I-I-I remember how sweet he was when Moony and I started going out, and he bought us all that chocolate and butterbeer. I don’t even know how he carried it all. He was the best of us!” Remus sighed through his nose and resisted a facepalm. 

Just then, Peter walked in, saving Remus from having to explain that if the rat had been Peter it would have transformed back when Clawd got hold of him.

“Why are they crying?” Peter asked, eyeing the rat in Sirius’s hands. 

“They think that’s you,” Remus explained, rolling his eyes. 

“Oh Peter,” James patted the poor lifeless rat. 

“Guys, I’m right here,” Peter groaned.

“I can still hear his voice!” Sirius leaned into James’s chest. 

“Wait, me too,” James said, confused. 

“Idiots,” Peter tutted. 

Sirius and James spun around. 

“Peter?” They said together. “PETER!” The rat fell from Sirius's hand, and they jumped on Peter. 

“Hey, get off, you nutters!” Peter yelped as they squashed him onto Remus's bed. Remus stooped and picked up the rat Sirius had dropped. 

“Well, I think after all that this little guy deserves a proper burial,” Remus declared and grabbed Sirius’s arm, hauling him off Peter. “Come on Prongs, Wormtail, this requires all of us. 

They dug a little hole in front of the whomping willow and laid the rat to rest. “You picked the wrong dorm little rat. I’m sorry your life was cut short, and I guess we'll never know why you were all the way up at the top of Gryffindor Tower. Rest in peace little buddy.” Remus used his wand to fill in the grave, and they all stood quietly and stared at it.

“Glad it wasn’t you Wormy,” Sirius said, clapping Peter on the back.

“Er, thanks,” Peter huffed out a laugh. Remus burst out laughing, which set them all off. 

“Merlin, I love you,” Remus kissed the top of Sirius’s head, and they walked back up to the castle to relax before dinner.