#I LOVE JAMES

[melody-rose-heart]

How it feels looking around in the James Sunderland x reader tag

[thestarsarehome]

Jegulus

james:Loveee im back!!*looking at reg*…oh

regulus: what?

james:You look pale..did you eat something?? Its like 4pm

regulus: yeah ofc

james:

regulus:

james: reg what did you eat?

regulus:coffee:)

james:

regulus:

james:

regulus:

james:

regulus:*starts running away*

james:REGULUS ACTURUS BLACK COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!!!

[suugarbabe]

it's you | j.p. x reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: fluff

Suggested song to play: Since I've Been Loving You by Led Zeppelin

an: for the fourth week of @finalgirllx and @thatdammchickennugget jinxedjuly <333, also i did not personally proofread but @pizzaapeteer did so thank you love!

Small apologies leave your lips any time you bumped into another person, which was a lot. “So sorry,” as you duked under someone’s arms, “pardon,” as you squished through an opening of people. You sneak a peek behind you, but you can’t seem to find even a glimpse of James in the crowd. You weren’t sure if this meant you were winning or losing your little wager with him; honestly you weren’t sure if you’d rather win or lose. 

As you and your friends arrived at the last stage of the festival, you couldn’t help the slight frown that appeared on your features at the length the crowd had come to. An arm was thrown over your shoulder as Sirius’s teasing voice came next, “What’s wrong, doll? I thought you were excited to see Zep?” You slumped your head against his shoulder, “I am excited, I’m just a little sad we’re so far away.” Sirius grew a smirk you couldn’t see, “What, you were hoping Robert Plant would sweat on you?” 

You shoved him playfully, “Sodd off, Black.” A roar of laughter occurred behind the two of you, “Yeah, sodd off, Black.” Sirius turned to give his glasses clad friend the finger. James sidled up next to you, dropping his voice to whisper, “Why are we telling him to sodd off?” Your previous frown turned upwards, “I was just sad about how far we are and he was just being a moron.” James smiled at this, “Isn’t he always, love?” You nodded, biting your lip to hide your growing smile as Sirius was walking back over. 

“You know,” James started, “we could probably get you a little closer.” You raised your eyebrows at this, “Pray tell, sir.” James turned toward the crowd, an arm extended toward the crowd, “You see that booth in the middle there?” You followed his gaze, seeing a small booth in the middle of a slew of people, “You mean the soundbooth?” James nodded, “I bet we could get there.” 

Raising your eyebrows slightly and crossing your arms you wore a look of slight disbelief, “And how would we manage that?” James flashes all his teeth with his charming smile, “Just a little zipping and zogging, darling.” A groan left Sirius’s throat near you, “Is Prongs making promises he can’t fulfill again?” Remus came up behind him, wrapping his arms around Sirius’s waist and he buried his face in the crook of his neck, “Be nice, Pads.” 

Sirius got a look on his face that made you suddenly feel nervous, and the words that left his mouth did nothing to help calm them, “Why don’t we make it interesting hmm? Last one there owes the other a secret.” If you would have turned around you would have realized that Sirius’s cocky glare was not aimed at you, but at James whose cheeks were tinted the darkest shade of scarlett. You also would have noticed the slight squeak in his voice when he responded, “G-great idea, Pads.” He turned to you then, “Whaddya say, darling?” What else could you do but nod in agreement, “Y-yeah, sure.” 

Remus shook his head at the lot of you, but that didn’t stop him from stepping into the role of game keeper now that you both consented to Sirius’s little proposition, “Are you both ready then?” You gave a shaky nod just as James gave a short, “‘Spose, so yeah.” Remus’s grin could be heard in his words, “On your mark,” you faced towards the crowd, eyeing the soundbooth that was the finish line, “get set,” you felt your heart rate start to increase, setting your feet for an ample push on, “go!”

You took off toward the crowd, hoping and praying that James’s larger stature posed as a disadvantage. Where you could easily slip through gaps and under people’s arms, James would have to essentially bulldoze through people. Which now that you think about it could be a perfect strategy for him as people tend to just move out of his way. Crap crap crap crap crap, I don’t know if I’m ready to admit it, your internal monologue was panicking as you weaved in and out of people either too high or too unbothered to notice you were going through them to get closer. 

With no James in sight you reach the sound booth first, a hand clasping the side bar with a slap of triumph. You peer over the crowd around you, searching for any glimpse of curly hair of a glint from glasses. A grip on your waist makes you jump slightly. “Gotcha,” James’s giggled declaration causes the same to erupt from you. You turn in his grip, his hands still holding on as you face him now. Your heart beat feels like it’s in your throat as you try to speak, “I beat you, Jamie.” 

James smiles at the nickname, nodding and bouncing his curls along with it, “Yeah, you beat me darling.” In a bold gesture you wrap your arms around his neck, “You owe me a secret.” This time you don’t miss the way his cheeks pinken, James stumbling slightly over his words, “Y-yeah, you’re right. I, erm, guess I just don’t really know how to say it?” He rubs a thumb over your hip bone nervously, which only increases your own nerves.

“You can tell me anything Jamie, you know that. I promise I won’t judge,” You plastered on a wide and encouraging smile, which did just that for James. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before he spoke, “Okay, phew, okay, I can do this.” He looked over towards the stage, your favorite band playing your favorite song seemed to be just the right moment for him to confess it all, “Y/n/n, I…I really like you. I have for a while I’ve just, ugh, I’ve been a pansy about it. I’ve been meaning to tell you sooner, but it just seems like you’re mind has been occupied by someone else and I just didn’t want to get in the way of that? I dunno, but then Sirius said his stupid thing and I thought, what better time, ya know?” 

James let out a nervous laugh, struggling to keep eye contact and waiting for you response. You placed a hand on his cheek, forcing him to look at you while you made a confession of your own, “It’s you, Jamie.” James’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, “You, I’m sorry, what?” You let out a sigh, “What, or who’s been occupying my mind lately. It’s you, you bloody idiot. I thought Sirius made his little plan because he knew.” James couldn’t help but roll his eyes, a small smile on his face as he did so, “That cheeky fucking bastard, I thought it was just because of me.” 

James grabbed your face then, pulling your lips to his in a playfully searing kiss. His lips slotted against yours better than any fantasy you’d ever had of him. Just like everything else he did, he kissed passionately, your knees growing weak as you felt light headed both from the lack of oxygen and at the realization that this was really happening. As he pulled away you couldn’t help the dopey smile that you wore, James looking thankfully similar. “We make a pack right now that he does not get credit for us getting together.” 

You perked up, “So we’re together now?” James gave you two more quick pecks on the lips before turning you both towards the stage to enjoy the rest of the band’s set. He pulled you close into his side, leaning down to answer your question, “Sweetheart, after that confession, you’re stuck with me.”

[violentdelightsthings]

“You’re hesitating, love”

[waywardwindee]

the way my heart shatters and i am flooded with disappointment when i go to search for regulily fics and "oh! theres 450!" then i filter out jegulily and we're down to 210... <//3

[billi-mausi]

So I might have written a Jegulus fic on this.

This is how you fall in love by adorexmoony

[pusaneri]

[vlouette]

James potter holding a dagger on regulus's throat as regulus discovers his new kink

[ventivente]

Absolute eye candy

[mia-nina-lilly]

How can Anharion be so interesting and James so goofy?

[dolline]

"Is it just me or is this the longest day of anyone else's life?"

"Well, Certainly not Richard's."

[thestarsarehome]

James crush

sirius:james come onnn tell me whos your crush i know you fancy someone

james:no sirius i wont tell you who he is

sirius:ooo so its „he” then

james:maybe..

sirius:okay then tell me… do i know him??

james:*smiling looking directly in sirius eyes* ohh you know him VEEERY WEEL

sirius:

james:

sirius:james..its sweet really but im with moony now

james:wait wha-

sirius:i mean really a shame you didnt told me sonner but-

james:pads what the fuck are you talking about

sirius:oo you know when you ask someone about their crush and they tell you that you know them veery well it usually means that youre their crush

james:

sirius:so like i said its very sweet that you have a crush on me-

james:IM IN LOVE WITH YOUR BROTHER

sirius:

james:

sirius:

james:

regulus:*entering the room* what?

james:REGULUS WTF ARE YOU DOING HERE

regulus:oh i forgot my favorite coffee mug-WAIT YOURE IN LOVE WITH ME?!

james:im sorry?!???!😭

sirius:YOURE IN LOVE WITH MY BROTHER?!?!

james:*panics and runs away*

regulus:NO JAMES ITS OKAY!!

sirius: NO ITS NOT WTF😭😭😭

[marchsfreakshow]

Dreary Dreams In A Window {James Patrick March x Reader}

Drabble

You're sketching stars and shadows in your notebook, James shares your desires to be free in the world.

Fem!reader/almost a part 2 to Dangerously Yours

No one's perspective

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

Fog clouded the windows and so forth the outside that Y/N adored. The sky was her favourite thing, how the moon and the stars changed. The colours always blended together perfectly like the pencils she used on the page. Blue and yellow. Pink and orange. Red always dipped in as an after thought.

The wonders of how to seamlessly draw the wonder dusted sky distracted the ghost once again. She could not stare though. A building always hid the beautiful sky, and no windows to show her the bear bones of the moon glowing all the away above her head.

Soon enough the colours appeared on a page, representing a wish that could not be obtained. A wish of simply walking outside the Hotel Cortez and breathing in the air to her undead lungs. The notebook blended shadows of buildings and the people walking past with a hidden sunset no one stopped and noticed. Like the nightlife in somewhere like LA. Thoughts wandered past her mind as strangers in the night went past the hotel of the dead.

Watercolour reds and blues created a small, hidden background. The art was simple, yet it meant so much to her. Other inhabitants stopped caring about the outside world when they were there after a period of time. She kept caring. Being only dead a few months, her desire to go out grew deeper and so much more meaningful. Even talking to someone who was alive made her feel full.

"I too would like to be free."

"You would?"

"I would indeed my dear."

He sat beside her and held her close. The painting was put down and so was the brush, stained with a pink-tinted blue. The outside was nothing special to her, but she didn't realise how much she would miss it if she was dead. Hours ticked by un-noticed. People swayed in and out. It was dull to the woman.

The moon was her wish. To see the moon shining down on her and her lover. The undead ghosts were bound however. Bound to the horrors of the place. He, was proud of his work. She, just wanted her desire. Not even the lust of her partner could keep her from dreaming when she wanted to dream. The distraction in her mind caused her eyes to fall to the window again.

"Do not linger on a twisted world my love."

"I miss the sun..."

“As do I my dear. But we must learn to accept the darkness.”

Eyes met, and a kiss was exchanged. One simple validation and the ghost turned away from the windows telling her of the world outside. And what had become of the world she will never know. She had love in her hands.

No longer has she got her camera in her hands, taking shadowy photos of beautiful people. She has a simple day. The colours are muted. The colours are greying. They are not as lively as they once were. The Cortez was never so lively.

She had slowly forgotten her dream. Colours faded out, into obscurity. But her comfort, her light was the darkest one of all. Finding sweetness in a man who kissed her, and held her. Maybe a new dream of marrying as a ghost would appear, and create a better Hotel.

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

[spac3d0lls]

i don’t make the rules guys sorry

[soupstuff]

James Connolly, an NPC I've been designing for a game using @anim-ttrpgs's EUREKA system. I Just got their rule book from their Patreon, and it sounds like an awesome mystery system so far. I'm excited to play around with it!

[aghastlymoony]

EXCERPT FROM MY NEW FIC ON AO3!!!

The fifth and final candidate: Regulus Black. Jesus. How does James even begin to describe this man? He’s devilishly beautiful. Devastatingly handsome. Unfairly exquisite. He has pale skin, almost ghostly pale, but somehow it suits him perfectly. His dark hair curls elegantly, short but not too short, long but not past his ears. His eyes are a startling blue-grey, piercing and cold. He looks like a calculated person, like he holds so many secrets behind those eyes. He’s quite thin, and wearing an expensive looking button down shirt. His face is flat, emotionless, straight faced and revealing nothing. He’s hard to read, even for James. The only thing James sees when he looks into Regulus’ eyes is secrets. Just secrets, hidden things about him that James wants to find out, he needs to know him, to crack him open and read his contents, to solve the enigma of a man that stares into the camera.

-The Sorcerer’s Apprentice, by reader192129