#Jfp

[curiouslymyown]

just thinking about James Potter, like I do every day

[lulublack90]

Prompt 20 - Birthmark

@jegulus-microfic November 20, Word count 922

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James was seething all over again. He couldn’t believe that Snape could sink so low as to have Regulus’s room destroyed like that because he was jealous of his art. James was glad Regulus was living with him because he would have ended up camping outside his door every night to make sure he was safe. He may only be in his twenties, but he didn’t fancy sleeping on the floor for the foreseeable future. He suddenly became aware of the scuffle beside him. Sirius was trying to get to Mulciber and Remus and Regulus were holding him back. James had thought Regulus would be more upset over the matter, but he seemed to be handling it well. James decided to stop pondering and actually help with Sirius. He came up behind him and lifted him off the floor. Sirius’s legs and arms were flailing everywhere, but James just walked him out of the doors and onto the grounds, heading towards the carpark. 

“Put me down, Prongs!” Sirius growled angrily as he tried in vain to weaken the grip James had on him. Regulus and Remus were just behind them. Remus had hold of Regulus’s hand, but Regulus seemed more concerned about calming his brother.

“Sirius, it doesn’t matter. I won anyway; my art is on show and his isn’t. I don’t need you to avenge me,” He pleaded, but Sirius wasn’t listening. 

“James, let go of me! Snape’s going to regret the day he messed with my little brother!”

“Sirius, will you calm down!” Regulus groaned. James got them to the car but then realised to get his keys, he’d have to put Sirius down, and that bugger could run like lightning given the chance. He’d never catch him if he got away now. 

“Reg, love, could you get the keys out of my front pocket?” He’d ask Remus, but these were some of his tighter jeans and the pockets weren’t all that roomie. Regulus’s hands were more slender than Remus’s. 

Regulus didn’t even hesitate. He plunged his hand into James’s pocket and fished out the keys while avoiding Sirius’s kicking legs. He unlocked the car and held the back door open for him. “Remus go round the other side and put the child locks on,”

“I am not a child!”

“Then stop acting like one.” 

Remus ran around, and after a second pause to click the little switch in the door, he jumped in. “Right, Padfoot in you go,” And James threw Sirius in feet first. Regulus jumped in after him, flicking the child lock at the same time and slamming the door. James could still hear Sirius’s protests from inside the car, but he could deal with that. He went over to the driver's door and got in, ignoring the profanity spouting from Sirius’s mouth, and drove them home.

“I take it you guys really don’t like Snape then?” Regulus asked during a lull in Sirius’s tirade. 

“Yeah, we were all living in halls last year and, unfortunately, so was he. He lived in the room next to mine and Sirius’s, and Remus was on the other side. He did not appreciate that we knew how to have fun, and he didn’t. He was always making complaints about us. We even offered for him to swap with Remus, and that way, he’d have an entire room between us, but he refused to give up his room. We, er, we may have pulled a few pranks on him.” James said as he stopped at the traffic lights. He pulled off again and turned into the carpark outside their block of flats. “Let’s just say we don’t get on and his friends aren’t much better than him.” James finished as he got out and opened the back doors to let his passengers out. Sirius, thankfully, had calmed down. He was clearly still plotting vengeance, but at least he wouldn’t go and do something stupid straight away. 

James’s phone rang and he answered it. 

“Oi, Potter. I’ve got space tomorrow if you still want that tattoo,” Mary said cheerily down the phone to him. 

“Yes! Definitely! I swear this time I’ll show up.”

“You’d better, or I’ll tattoo it on some rando,” She warned him mischievously. 

“I swear I’ll be there,” James promised. 

“You’d better. Love you,” Mary cooed at him and hung up. 

They walked up to James’s flat, and they all went inside. 

“Was that Mary?” Remus asked once they’d found seats and flopped down. 

“Yeah, I was on my way to get a new tattoo but then…” Regulus winced. 

“Sorry,” He murmured into James’s chest where he’d snuggled into. 

“Don’t be daft,” James chuckled, stroking Regulus’s hair out of his eyes. “That was important and Mary didn’t mind.” 

“What are you getting?” Remus asked with interest. 

“Regulus’s stag painting.”

“Sweet, where?” James leaned forward and dragged his t-shirt off over his head and, after moving Regulus a bit, he managed to swivel towards Remus and pointed at his chest.

“Right here, under Sirius’s stars and your moon. I thought the sunset would look good under them.”

“Oh, yeah, that’ll look great,” Remus beamed at him. Regulus’s finger brushed against his side; he tensed a bit at the touch as it tickled him. 

“You’ve got a birthmark,” Regulus said quietly as he traced the darker patch of skin. “It looks like antlers,” 

“Yeah, it does,” James laughed. “That's how I got the nickname Prongs,” James told him, and they broke into the story of how they all got their nicknames. 

[wilmvandrr]

they're all icons I fear

[de4thbycre4tion]

Sirius is an aggressive drunk (he'd love bar fights)

Peter is a giggly drunk (he'd film said bar fights)

Remus is a horny drunk (he'd find a bloody-nosed Sirius hot)

James just really wants to dance

[ecstarry]

okay but i love the idea of barty just messing with james all the fucking time when it comes to reg like regulus calls out like "hey, baby" and barty replies at the same time as james "yes? what do u need?" and james hateees it but ngl reg finds it funny every single time and mind u all reg and barty ever did was kiss once but barty always brings up being reg's first kiss ahjsdbash so fucking annoying and sometimes evan will join in too when he's bored

[hidden-for-reg]

September 9: carry | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 190

“Jamie, pleeeease.”

“Reg…”

“I’ll break up with you if you don’t.”

“Reg!”

“James, I might die.”

James’ laugh almost bubbled over and spilled out, but he held it in stoically. Regulus would kill him for laughing at him right now.

Regulus gave James a death stare so intense others might have cried from. Not James though. James merely smiled and finally relented.

“Okay, yes, I’ll carry you for a bit,” James told his boyfriend, who had been dragging his feet through the amusement park for the last hour. 

“Finally,” Regulus groaned, hopping up on James’ back and swinging his legs to circle James’ waist.

James caught him and squeezed his thighs lightly. He loved carrying him around like this. And he knew Regulus liked to be carried. So it worked out pretty well for them.

“So which ride did you want to go on next, love?” James asked.

“The one with the snakes,” his boyfriend answered sweetly, angry tone completely evaporated now that he’d gotten his wish.

“That one’s on the other side of the park…” James said slowly.

“I know.”

God, James loved that man. Truly. Bless his soul.

[corwnvus]

Hopped onto tge trend 😋

[moonyswarmsweaters]

Things to never say to James Potter- No. 1:

Regulus: Jamie would you be dear-

James: *transforms*

[ddanthedumbass]

Regulus: Love at first sight doesn't exist.

James:

James: then how else do you explain how I felt when I first saw you?

Regulus:

Regulus: you love me?

James: apparently not, according to you.

[drowninginthoughts27]

very gay regulus black with absolutely no sense of afab anatomy who meets trans james and instantly falls in love prompting him to subject himself to watching hours of straight porn to try and (unsuccessfully) learn how to eat someone out properly

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

remus: how long does it take before you start hallucinating from sleep deprivation?

peter: i think it’s -

sirius: seventy two hours.

remus:

peter

james: how do you know that?

sirius: the unicorn behind you told me

[lulublack90]

Prompt 19 - Fresh Start

@jegulus-microfic November 19, Word count 551

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They sat in McGonagall’s office and waited for her. They’d been let in by one of the other staff members and told that she was on her way. 

Regulus had his left hand in James’s, his right in Sirius’s, and Remus had his hand on his knee. He felt very safe, if not a bit claustrophobic. He’d been wracking his brains over who could have done it, but he always came up blank. He really didn’t know anybody that well on his course. And he didn’t think he’d offended anyone enough for them to cause the amount of damage they did. His question was answered when the office door opened and Minerva strode in, followed by a beefy, acne-covered twenty-something-year-old. Regulus had no idea who he was, but judging by the reaction of James, Sirius and Remus, they did. 

“Mulciber?!” Sirius spat as he tried to raise himself out of his seat, but Remus’s arm across his lap held him down. Regulus turned to James. 

“Who is he?” He asked. James’s eyes never left Mulciber while he answered Regulus’s question. 

“He’s in our year. He’s best friends with someone we don’t get along with.”

“Snape,” Sirius hissed, trying again to get out of his seat. This time, Regulus helped Remus to keep his brother sitting. He’d only make it worse. 

Regulus had no idea who Mulciber was, but Snape was a familiar name. He’d been one of the others in the competition to display their art at the art show, but Regulus had beaten him out for the top spot with ‘Burk with a ‘Nana’. Did that have something to do with this? He'd never even met the guy.

“Mr Mulciber has confessed to breaking and entering with the intent to destroy a painting of yours, Mr Black,” McGonagall said, bringing him back to the present. “He says he acted alone and that no one else was involved,” The tone of her voice and the way her brow ached told Regulus that she didn’t believe it for one minute. 

“I-I-I-If he’s friends with Snape, I think I know why I was targeted,” Regulus said, his words getting stronger as three hands squeezed him reassuringly. He told McGonagall his theory, and by the paleness of Mulciber's face, he’d hit the nail right on the head. 

“Well, Mr Mulciber, what do you have to say to that?” McGonagall asked. Mulciber was sweating profusely, and his skin had turned a pale sickly green. 

“Snape told me to do it. That Black had cheated him out of the art show and that his art should be displayed and not the rubbish he painted. He told me I’d never get caught!” 

“Nor would you have if you hadn’t been bragging about it in the cafeteria,” Minerva snapped at him. She turned her gaze on Regulus, and her features softened. “Rest assured I will be following this up and dealing with it accordingly. If you would like to return to the Halls, I can make that happen for you, a fresh start in a different part of the camp, maybe?” Regulus shook his head. 

“No, thank you, Minerva. I’m happy where I am,” He could see the beaming smile on James’s face out of the corner of his eye and knew James felt exactly the same way. 

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[wilmvandrr]

JAMES POTTER!!!

me when james 😍😍

[veesstar0555]

*regulus stumbles into gryffindor tower slightly drunk*

james *sweaty from quidditch practice and still in uniform*: what? reg? what are you doing here did you get lost?

regulus: thats sinful

james: what? what is?

regulus *eying james shorts clinging onto his thighs*: downright sinful

james: oh god

regulus: he cant help me.

[ecstarry]

reg who had his first kiss at fifteen with a boy while on a summer holiday and all he has left is a little seashell the other boy gave him. and james whose heart stops everytime he sees a someone even slightly reseembling that boy until ten years later they meet once again at the same beach they did all those years ago. reg tells him he still has the seashall and james reaches for reg's curl and tucks it behind his ear just as he did when they were teens

[hidden-for-reg]

sabrina’s “heartbreak’s one thing, but my ego’s another. i beg you: don’t embarrass me, mfff” is giving reggie begging james to act normal at the function