#chaser james potter

[pads-and-prongs]

James absolutely has a favorite ring to shoot into in Quidditch and he absolutely calls it the ‘one ring to rule them all’ because he’s a MASSIVE NERD

[uhhlifeig]

Snitch - September 27 - word count: 577 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius Black, grinning like a madman, had just knocked a Bludger out of a Slytherin Chaser's path and was already eyeing his next target.

"Nice one, Black!" Marlene McKinnon shouted from the other side of the field, her bat raised in a mock salute.

Sirius returned the gesture with a wink, his broom tilting slightly as he dodged a second Bludger. 

Up in the commentator’s booth, Remus Lupin filled the commentator role. And, naturally, he had his own way of adding some fun to the commentary.

“And McKinnon with a spectacular hit- looks like that girl’s got it out for Slytherin today!” Remus called out. “As for Black, he’s still managing to stay on his broom. Miracles do happen, ladies and gentlemen.”

The teasing lilt in Remus’s voice, and it made Sirius’s heart race faster than the wind rushing past him.

"Focus, Black!" James yelled from ahead, zipping by with the Quaffle under his arm. "Save the flirting for later!"

Sirius barked a laugh, shaking his head. He was supposed to be knocking Slytherins off their brooms, not blushing at Remus from across the pitch- but could anyone blame him? 

“And there goes James Potter- Quaffle in hand, looking smug as ever,” Remus narrated. “Let’s see if our captain can actually get it through the goalposts this time, or if his infamous ego gets in the way.”

Sirius smirked. His friend was relentless today.

James soared toward the goalposts, dodging an oncoming Slytherin Beater, and threw the Quaffle through the hoop with a triumphant shout. The Gryffindor crowd erupted into cheers.

With a swift, powerful swing of his bat, Sirius sent a Bludger hurtling across the pitch towards Regulus, who was getting a little too close to spotting the Snitch for Sirius’s liking.

Marlene whooped from the other side of the field. “Nice hit, Black! That’ll teach ‘em!”

“And it seems Black and McKinnon have made it their mission to terrorize Slytherin today,” Remus said with a chuckle. “Not that anyone’s complaining. Except, maybe, the Slytherins.”

Sirius swung back around, narrowly avoiding a Bludger that had been sent his way. He could hear the smack of Marlene’s bat behind him as she sent it back towards the Slytherins.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got your back!” Marlene called.

Sirius grinned and sent her a mock salute, then caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye. A flash of gold.

The Snitch.

His eyes darted to Gregory Morrison, who had yet to spot it, and then to Regulus, who was looking in the wrong direction. Sirius tensed, ready to act as soon as needed.

“And... no sign of the Snitch just yet,” Remus said in a teasing tone, “but Black is flying around like he owns the pitch- again.”

“And there it is!” Remus’s voice suddenly rang out, excitement rising. “The Snitch has been spotted near the goalposts- looks like Morrison is on the move!”

Sirius watched as Morrison dove toward the goalposts, his broom cutting through the air like a knife. Regulus was quick to follow, and for a moment, it looked like they were neck and neck.

“Come on, come on...” Sirius muttered under his breath, fingers tightening around his bat.

“And- the elder Black to the rescue!” Remus shouted as Sirius sent a Bludger rocketing towards his brother, knocking him just off course enough to lose ground.

Morrison reached out- and caught the Snitch.

The stands exploded with cheers as Gryffindor secured their victory.

[hyperfocuscentre]

james potter:

art by sophithil & unknown (if you know, please tell)! all photos used can be found in my james potter pinterest board (:

[herbologyprofessor]

this video is the exact dynamic between the rest of the marauders when james starts going off about quidditch

[merlinsbbeard]

Going Dutch @jilymicrofics Prompt: sour, words: 188

Lily preferred fruit to a large cooked breakfast; small and fresh and just enough to power her through to lunch.

James was a beans on toast person, and an apple for the road—a green one. Green and sour and crisp; perfect for a keen spring morning such as this.

Two oceans, one of red and one of green, swarmed strict sides of the Great Hall. A commingling of ill-bred chants, whispers of good luck, and illegal banner waving.

A singular green apple sat idle on a platter. Two hands reached for it at once. Fingers brushed. Green eyes locked with hazel ones shrouded by horn-rimmed glasses.

“Whoops. You have it,” said Lily.

James smiled at her. “All yours.”

“Please.” She gestured to the fruit. “Can’t have you falling off your broomstick. McGonagall would throttle me.”

James appeared to consider this for a moment before swiping it up, and snapping it in two.

Lily’s eyes widened as he passed one piece—the larger one—to her.

“Catcha,” he said, then waltzed out of the the great wooden doors.

“Good luck,” Lily called after his billowing maroon flying robes.

read on AO3

[drowningtheyougestblack]

#Remus commentating quidditch

"Hello everyone. Welcome to the 4th match of the season. Griffindor vs slytherin."

"Alright the match is starting. Players are in position. And WE'RE ON"

"Chaser Mary MacDonald almost got hit by a bludger launched at her. Honesty, what the fuck are griffindor beaters doing? That's like their only job." Everyone can hear sirius' fuck you on that.

"Oo, griffindor seeker has spotted the snitch. She's going for it. She's going to get it. And.. she's a lump on the ground. Honestly McKinnon, you can see the bloody snitch from half way through the pitch but you can't see the ground in front of your FUCKING FACE"

"god that must've hurt. YOU FUCKING DESERVE IT AVERY-"

"Any ways back to the game. Where is that fucking quaffle".

"Seems like james potter has finally took a break from swooning over slytherin seeker black and is speeding towards the goals with the quaffle."

"Let's see if slytherin keeper dolohov has the skill to block the goal or if he's just a useless dick".

"AND TEN POINTS TO GRIFFINDOR. That just proves that dolohov *is* a useless dick"

"McKinnon spots the snitch again. Black would've too if he wasn't so busy staring at james thighs. Like man we know how good they are, but FOCUS ON THE FUCKING GAME. Honestly you both are pathetic".

"REGULUS BLACK HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH, 150 POINTS TO SLYTHERIN."

"slytherin wins, yay I guess. Looks like he took those words personally.

"Anyways griffindor lost, that's gotta suck".

[number1abbasupporter]

*on the phone*

Regulus: babe, i’m breaking up-

James: im pregnant

Regulus: I meant the call

James: right, sorry. I panicked

[ediesgraveyard]

I have a contribution: if lily/regulus were taking shots at a party, James would 110% come up to them and say “need a chaser?”

that’s it, that’s the post.

[a-great-tragedy]

This is just a random star fact, that isn’t at all about the Regulus Black… but I will make it about Regulus Black.

[love-slipped]

what if i said james loved performing his head boy duties on regulus

[flowersforfrancis]

James has the right idea obvi

[lulublack90]

Prompt 27 - Qualify

@wolfstarmicrofic August 27, word count 445

Remus had no idea why he agreed to follow James, Sirius and Peter down to the Quidditch pitch to watch Sirius attempt to qualify for a place on the Gryffindor team. James went to stand with the established team, Sirius with the other hopefuls, while Remus and Peter climbed the steps into the stands. 

Peter left Remus pretty quickly to go hang over the edge of the railing so he wouldn’t miss a thing. Remus relaxed back, casting a warming charm on himself as he guessed they were going to be there a while. 

The chasers went first. It was pretty boring to watch. James was so good, that they really didn’t need anyone but him on the team, but apparently, the rules said they had to have three chasers. It took a while but finally, the new chaser was picked and they moved on. 

Next up were the beater tryouts. Remus leaned forward with more interest as Sirius took to the skies.  

Sirius’s muscled arms rippled as he swung his bat at the oncoming bludger. Remus had never noticed just how big and strong those muscles had got. His mind was suddenly flooded by visions of Sirius throwing him bodily onto his bed. Of Sirius pushing him up against a wall and kissing him while those arms kept him aloft. Of Sirius grabbing his arm and tugging so hard, Remus twirled into his arms and gazed up into those stormy grey eyes. 

He was abruptly shaken from his daydreaming by yelling. 

“REMUS DUCK!!!!” Sirius screamed at him from the pitch. Remus had a split second to react as the bludger came hurtling towards him. He flung himself to the floor, landing flat on his stomach. He heard a whoosh and a crack above him. When he dared to look up, Sirius was hovering above him, his batting arm extended. 

“Oi, Aldersley, you nearly killed Moony!” He shouted angrily at the other boy who was trying out for beater as well. The captain blew her whistle and they all landed. “Are you okay Moony?” Sirius asked before he followed the rest to where the team was waiting. 

“Yeah, thanks,” Remus stammered as he got up off the floor. “Thanks for saving me,” He gave Sirius a weak smile. 

“Anytime, Moony,” Sirius winked at him and sped off towards the grass where he was welcomed to the team alongside Marlene. 

He really needed to stop fantasising about Padfoot. It was never going to happen anyway, and clearly, it was detrimental to his health. But as he looked down at Sirius in James's arms, he couldn't help but hope that one day those fantasies might come true.  

[msmoony7]

just wrote a summary for the jegulus & wolfstar fic im writing and let me just say it EATS.

[fadingtostardust]

Jegulus Gamer - Microfic

Regulus is a somewhat large cozy game twitch vtuber. His avatar is a little star and his handle is @whisperingwanderer.

James is just a guy with SEVERE ADHD. He needs noise in the back ground to focus, so when he needs to get school shit done he finds a twitch streamer to put on in the background. One random Tuesday afternoon James comes across the Whispering Wanderer’s stream.

Whispering Wanderer: *in a whispering voice* Hi Everyone! Thanks for coming to steam today! We are just starting and I don’t know about you but I have Tiny Glade brain rot so we are going to be building cozy castles and cottages.

James’ ears tickle and delight at the sound of the streamers voice. It’s soft but strong and very ASMR-esque. The screen is quite cozy; a little star in the corner and a calming wooded landscape filling the screen.

Whispering Wanderer: Welcome welcome everyone. Padfoot, Moonovermyhammy, TheCheese, WhistfullWhistles, …Prongs? You’re new. Hi! Welcome. ChaoticChaos, Rosieposie. So glad. You’re all here.

James’ heart melts hearing this beautiful voice read his handle.

Whispering Wanderer: Ok, so… which one first? Castle or cottage?

James watches as answers start to flood the chat. He hears the streamer laugh. It’s light and bright like tinkling bells. It’s really… one of the most beautiful things James has ever heard.

Whispering Wanderer: Ok, castles. Got it! And… what season? I’m kind of feeling fall since it’s officially cozy season. What do you think?

This time James chimes in too. He types and sends a quick little message.

Whispering Wanderer: *chuckles* Me too prongs. I’ve got a good cuppa right next to me and a cozy blanket on my lap. Lucky for you it seems the rest of chat agrees. Fall vibes it is.

Oh boy… this is going to trouble… James can tell.

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

as a marauders fan i can’t answer the question ‘who’s your favourite harry potter character?’

i can’t just say ‘harry’s dad’, ‘luna’s mum’, ‘the twink with the locket’ or ‘marlene mckinnon, she was killed two weeks after this was taken’.

what do i say?

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic june 19 — mechanic — 843 words aka motocross enthusiasts to future boyfriends

James hastens to unclip and throw off his helmet. Carelessly, he throws it to the side where it lands with a dull thud in the foliage while he runs over to the person that just slipped off their motocross bike in front of him.

They were racing each other.

He came out of nowhere, appearing on the trail right next to James. As if he’d materialized himself out of thin air. Decked out in all black and bike an atrocious lime yellow-green that doesn’t blend with the background of the forest even if it wanted to.

He’d snaked his way in front of James when their twin paths united again. Two fingers were tipped from his helmet in a mock salute and then he’d accelerate hard and fast, swirling dirt at James’ helmet visor.

And, well. James has never said no to a challenge a day in his life. Especially from such a cheeky opponent. So James had revved his engine and done his best to keep up and find ways to overtake his mysterious challenger.

The thing is, the other guy was fast. Quick and nimble on his bike, winding between trees and seeking out every opportunity to get a good head start. Jumping off hills instead of taking them easier, dangerous maneuvers, snapping branches and leaving behind angry wheel tracks.

And James was chasing. As soon as the trees cleared a little James managed to pull almost level with him. The biker threw multiple looks over his shoulder when he noticed and James’ grin sharpened when he heard a short laugh from his front left. They parted ways when James chose to round a hill instead of going up and over it, slowing down to keep out of the other’s landing range.

But just as quickly James’ smile was gone.

Maybe the ground was muddier than the guy thought or he got too high-spirited. His hind wheel slipped right from underneath him upon hitting the ground again, making him tumble forward with the remaining momentum and his bike sideways.

Now, James skidders down onto his padded knees next to the body laying in the dirt. “Fuck, hey! You okay?”

He gets a groan in response, raspy and breathless.

And then James gets all breathless when the other guy weakly shoves off his own helmet. It’s pale skin contrasting starkly with his all black getup, dark curls tumbling onto his forehead and stormy eyes fluttering up at him.

Oh.

The gorgeous man on the ground grunts vaguely, “Never been better.”

James makes a skeptical noise. “Hey, open your eyes for me again. Can you see clearly?”

Slowly, grey eyes blink open and try focusing on James’ figure kneeling over him. His lips part around a silent gasp once they’re wide open, looking at James intensely. “Um, yeah,” he answers.

James’ mouth tips into a grin. “Hi there.”

“Hi,” the other breathes weakly.

“And your name is?”

“Regulus.”

James hums, “And how many fingers do you see, Regulus?” He holds up 3.

“Three,” Regulus answers dutifully.

James switches his fingers, holding his thumb to his forefinger, the tips of both of them creating a little heart. “And how many now?” James smirks.

Regulus’ wide eyed glance turns into a scowl, lips pouting as he pushes James’ hand away with a grumbling noise. James doesn’t miss the way his cheeks pinken though.

Regulus tries to sit up but he immediately plops back onto his elbows with a groan.

“Don’t be a hero,” James admonishes and pushes him to lay back down.

“How’s my bike?” Regulus wants to know. It’s quiet safe for the sounds of the forest, birds chirping, wind rustling the thicket.

James looks over his shoulder where the lime green atrocious is laying sideways in the leaves. The motor isn’t on anymore but it doesn’t look bent or scratched. “Looks in okay shape,” James replies, turning back to Regulus. He’s looking up at him with an uneasy gleam in his bright eyes. James drives a hand through his hair, licks his lips. Regulus’ eyes follow the motion. ”Easily fixable, I bet,” James reassures, “Probably just some of the electronics impacted.”

Regulus lets his head thump back into the foliage with an unhappy groan.

James grins. “Hey, y’know what? I’ll take you to my mechanic. Guy’s awesome! Funniest person I know and he really knows his bikes.”

James expects Regulus to lighten up and be thankful for the offer but instead he’s met with an almost patronizing smile in return. “Hard pass. I already have a trusted mechanic.”

James narrows his eyes, feeling defensive. “Well, your loss then. Sirius always does a flawless job for a good price. Plus,” he grins again, “His fancy ass espresso machine makes a mean hot chocolate. And he lets me have one every time.” James nods to himself, feeling victorious.

Something flits over grey eyes and then Regulus’ own lips tip onto a smirk. “I know,” he answers and James is properly confused for a few momentps before Regulus goes on. “I bought it for my brother.”