#happy birthday James Potter

[ecstarry]

spring break

James is willing to do anything to get Regulus' attention, including, participating on a wet t-shirt contest where Regulus will be the judge.

"The curly-haired man scanned him with his gaze, and the moment he reached his exposed abdomen, he blushed. James made him blush. He had found exactly who he wanted to spend his week with.”

Fic: Spring Break

for @malchai and beta-read by @bellaxisworld as part of the @croptopjames

[licnheartedd]

happy birthday, james potter

jegulus microfic | 861 words | age gap + parenting au

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Regulus has never baked a cake before, and he’s not sure why he believed today would be the perfect day to learn. There are already a handful of failed attempts scattered across James’ kitchen. Some of them are…edible, but none of them are perfect. James deserves perfect on his birthday.

Technically Regulus isn’t supposed to be here at all. He’s supposed to be in class while James is at the museum with Harry, but taking one day off to treat his boyfriend on his birthday can’t do any harm, right? The countertops are almost entirely hidden by spilled ingredients and empty packages, but he finds space and perches on the counter with a mixing bowl in his arms.

The last batter was too thick, and this one seems suspiciously too runny, but he has no idea how to fix it. He even went as far as to call Barty and Evan, then Remus and Sirius—all of whom were entirely unhelpful. And now James’ kitchen is a mess.

Before he has a chance to put the next batch of cake mix in the oven, or even think about cleaning up, he hears the front door open and freezes in place. James is home.

Harry makes it to the kitchen first, walking right up to where Regulus is sitting and staring up with that wide bug-eyed stare Regulus has gotten so used to in the past year.

“Hi, buddy. Where’s your dad?” he asks, climbing off the countertop and swapping the mixing bowl out to pick Harry up instead. When Harry points over Regulus’ shoulder, he freezes up all over again.

“Please don’t be mad,” he begs softly, not daring to turn around to face James. His boyfriend has never been angry with him before, but there’s a first time for everything, right? And knowing Regulus’ luck, he has probably ruined James’ entire birthday.

James doesn’t say anything, but only a moment passes before Regulus feels familiar arms around his waist and a comforting chest against his back. He leans into James’ embrace instantly, struggling to fight off a smile as Harry wraps his arms around him too. This is his favourite place to be—in the arms of his family.

“Why would I be mad, baby?” James mumbles, pressing a kiss to the top of Regulus’ head. “You made cake!”

“I made a mess,” Regulus points out with a soft laugh.

One of the agreements within their relationship is that Regulus isn’t allowed to spend money on James until he finishes his degree and goes back to working full-time. It’s done wonders for the health of the bond between them, but Regulus still wanted to offer James something as a gift.

“Harry has made worse messes with much less time. We can clean it up together,” James insists. He lets go of Regulus as Regulus lowers Harry to the ground, and the two of them—three, if he counts Harry “helping”—make quick work of the baking disaster.

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Hours pass, all of which Regulus spends no more than a few feet away from James. They decorate the house together for his birthday, drop Harry off with his grandparents for the night, and kill the last bit of time before the party breaking in James’ new mattress.

“You really are getting old, you know.” Regulus has taken to straddling James’ lap on the living room couch despite the dozens of party guests around them. No matter how popular James is, Regulus knows he will always be at the centre of his boyfriend’s world. It’s as if the rest of the party doesn’t exist.

“I’m still a couple of years off forty! I’ve still got some youth left in me,” James argues. “And in fifteen years, when you’re this age, you’ll be saying the exact same thing.”

With laughter spilling from his lips, Regulus drops his head onto James’ chest, allowing James to wrap his arms around him in a warm embrace. If anyone is judging them for the blatant PDA, they don’t say anything

“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to give you anything for your birthday,” he mumbles against James’ neck, eyes fluttering shut as James’ fingers trail up and down the length of his spine.

They had to throw out all of the cakes Regulus attempted to make, and ended up buying one at the nearest supermarket instead. James had insisted that it’s the thought that counts, but Regulus still wishes he had done more.

“There is…one thing you could give me, but it’s entirely up to you.” Regulus lifts his head again, gazing at James with intense curiosity. “Move in with me.”

A moment passes between them, and Regulus is certain his heart beats twice as fast as it ever has before.

“You really mean it?” he whispers, voice laced with trembling disbelief.

“I really mean it,” James promises.

Another moment passes. And then; “Absolutely. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

One of James’ hands comes up to hold the back of Regulus’ head, and then they’re kissing. It must look as intense as it feels, because someone whistles and a few people laugh just before they pull apart, breathless.

“Happy birthday, Jamie.”

this microfic is based on james and regulus in be good to me (i beg of him) because i missed them <3

[olympip]

rip to birthday boy james potter. you would've loved having people say "cha-cha-cha" in between the lines of the happy birthday song.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 27 - Birthday

@jegulus-microfic March 27 Word count 902

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James arrived at his parent’s house the next morning with Sirius in tow. 

“Jamie!” Effie greeted him enthusiastically. Throwing her arms around him and hugging him so tightly, she lifted him off the floor. “Happy birthday, darling!” 

“Hi, Mum,” James beamed, feeling the love his mum gave him. She put him back on his feet and grabbed Sirius. “Hello, Sirius, sweetheart. How are you? You haven’t been around for ages, darling.” She released a guilty-looking Sirius. 

“Sorry, Effie. Moody wouldn’t let me out, and then we’ve been busy.” He pointed to James. “I promise I’ll make it up.” 

“Don’t be silly, Sirius. You don’t have anything to make up for. Just make sure you pop in when you can. We’ve missed you.” She smoothed his hair in a motherly way and herded them into the kitchen, where Monty was fighting with a frying pan.

“Effie, my love.” He didn’t need to say anymore as Effie swooped in and rescued the pan from him. He kissed her on the cheek in thanks and then rounded on his boys. 

“You don’t write, you don’t visit?” He joked as he scooped them both into his arms in a bone-breaking hug. 

Lunch was a jolly affair. Effie had cooked all James’s favourites and baked him a Victoria sponge cake. He blew out the candles after a rendition of Happy Birthday, and they sat in the living room enjoying a slice of cake and a cup of tea. 

Monty handed James a small pile of gifts, and Sirius pulled out a bottle of Ogden’s best firewhisky from Godric knows where complete with a huge red and gold bow. 

“We can crack it open tonight.” Sirius grinned, waggling his eyebrows. 

“Oh, are you having the girls over? How lovely.” Effie smiled as she watched James open the rest of his presents. He looked up at Sirius before he answered her. 

“Erm, no. Just me and Sirius. The others are busy.” He wasn’t sure if they were busy or not, but he couldn’t exactly tell his parents about the party his Death Eater friends were throwing him. 

“Oh, what a shame. I do miss Marlene and her crass mouth.” 

“Mum!” James cringed. For some unknown reason, his mother doted on Marlene, especially when she said the most outrageous things that you don’t say in front of your friend’s parents. 

They spent the rest of the afternoon chasing each other around the back garden on their brooms. They finally came back indoors, tired and sweaty but very much looking forward to the party later. 

“We’re going to get off, Mum,” James said as they walked back into the house. 

“What’s the rush? You and Sirius are just going to be alone drinking. Why not stay here, and I’ll make you my famous hangover breakfast for the morning?” They shuffled awkwardly. 

“Leave them be, Effie. They’re young men. They’re probably going round town.” Monty came to their rescue, giving them a cheeky wink as he ushered them towards the door. “Don’t leave it so long next time, boys.” He said as he hugged and kissed both of them before Effie could get her hands on them.

“Happy birthday, darling,” Effie squeezed him. They waved goodbye as they apparated back to Sirius’s flat. 

A quick shower and a change of clothes, and they were ready for Evan’s. 

Everyone was waiting for them when they arrived. 

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!” They chorused as they dragged the pair into the ballroom. It had been decked out with hundreds of balloons that drifted around the room, illuminated by the fairy lights artfully looping around the room. 

They’d set up a table with food and drinks on it. In the centre was a beautiful golden cake decorated to look like a snitch. It had delicate spun sugar wings that fluttered gently as though the cake were flying. 

“Wow, guys, this is amazing. Thank you.” James couldn’t believe how much effort they’d put in for him. It hadn’t been very long ago that they’d have happily hurled curses at him, let alone plan a birthday party for him. 

Regulus tucked himself under James’s arm and handed him a small flat box. He gladly accepted it. It was very light, and he couldn’t even guess what could be inside it. He opened the black box, and there, nestled inside, were season tickets for Puddlemere United. His eyes went wide. 

“There’s two in there,” Regulus told him. “Hopefully, after the war is over. I’ll be able to use the other one. Until then, I suppose you can take my idiot brother.” James wrapped him in a hug and kissed him passionately.

“Thank you, Regulus. It’s my favourite gift ever.” He kissed him again, enjoying the pink flush that coloured Regulus’s face.

“Oi, and what about my gift?” Barty came over, breaking them apart. 

“Barty, you got him broom polish.” Regulus rolled his eyes at his friend. 

“Yeah, the best broom polish on the market. His broom’s going to be so smooth he’s going to slip right off it.” 

Sirius got the music playing, and then they were dancing. 

“James couldn’t believe he got to spend his birthday with his closest friends and his boyfriend. This was shaping up to be his best birthday ever, and when Regulus reached up and whispered in his ear and pulled him out of the room and upstairs, he decided it definitely was his best birthday.     

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[starchaserdreams]

Jegulus Microfic: Birthday

Happy Birthday, James Potter! You were always the most devoted, silly Marauder and I love you for it. <3

@jegulus-microfic - 3/27 - 365 words

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“Happy Regulus Day to you, Happy Regulus Day to you,” James sang quietly as he walked up to the table where Regulus was sitting in the restaurant. It wasn’t loud enough for the sound to carry very far, but Regulus was still embarrassed anyway. 

“It’s not my birthday,” Regulus corrected, “It’s yours.”

“-Happy Regulus Day dear Reggie, Happy Regulus Day to you,” James finished, despite Regulus' protestations. He leaned down to kiss Regulus’ cheek - which was actually more embarrassing than the singing, but Regulus was willing to allow it since it was James’ birthday after all - before sliding into his seat. 

“Is this your way of telling me you want me to sing to you?” Regulus asked, raising an eyebrow, “Because I’m not going to. One song is more than enough, and you already used up the quota.” He wouldn’t have sung anyway, which James probably knew, but Regulus liked the idea that he’d have to sit with this as a possibility.

James shook his head, a bright smile on his face. 

“You misunderstand, Reg, I’m not here to celebrate my birthday anymore.”

Regulus just stared at him, not understanding.

“You’re not?”

James shook his head. 

“I made a wish for my birthday. I wanted it to be Regulus Day instead, where we celebrate you.”

“I already have a birthday, it’s in July,” Regulus said flatly. James could be so ridiculous sometimes. Still, he was flattered. It was very James of him to have said that, and it felt nice that it was directed for Regulus’ benefit.

“Only one day a year? To celebrate Regulus Arcturus Black?” James asked in mock horror, “It’s not nearly enough. Two isn’t even enough. We’ll have to get someone else to donate their birthday to you too. We need to celebrate you more. That’s why we’re at your favorite restaurant today and not mine.”

Regulus bit back the sarcastic response that had come to him and just shook his head. He knew James meant well by it, and fighting him didn’t seem so necessary on his birthday, and particularly not on a birthday that he was using to celebrate Regulus.

“Thanks, James,” he said instead. “Happy Birthday, mon amour.”

[hotdamnitsmoony]

happy birthday james potter, the sun is shining for you today <3

[howmanyfrecklesdoyousee]

When you're 250 pages into your CR reread and are.... 9% complete

[petrerpkr]

Dark Snily inspo

[lionmythflower]

happy birthday James Potter, you would have loved throwing confetti in ppls faces <3

[kay-elle-cee]

@jilymicrofics March Prompts 10 & 29: Heal and Dream

A Jily Lives AU Micro || 388 Words Happy birthday James Potter! 🎉

“Hey Lil? Why did I just receive a letter from Puddlemere United saying they can’t wait to see me at tryouts?”

She hears his voice waft into the kitchen where she sits at the table with Harry, making faces at the young boy in an attempt to persuade him into eating his lunch. “Because I replied to the first letter they sent that you crumbled up and threw in the bin.”

He appears in the doorway, eyes wide as he clears his throat. "And...why would you do that?"

“Because it's always been your dream to play professional Quidditch?”

“Lily, that was before we went through a whole bloody war…I’m not—I'm not the same bloke that graduated Hogwarts.”

“I'm aware,” she says with a hint of laughter, her attention still on Harry as she tries to get him to eat some peas. "Your temper's evened out quite nicely."

“Lily, I'm serious—I’m not. I’m out of flying shape...I have that blasted injury from the Order that didn't heal right. And even if I was Quidditch-ready, there's you and Harry to think about.” His hand has plunged in his hair, tugging in exasperation. "I threw away that letter for a reason. You had no right—"

"No right? Says the man who wrote Petunia on my behalf once things settled down?" she cuts him off, glancing over her shoulder and raising an eyebrow.

"Point taken."

"James"—she rises from her seat and walks around the table to him, placing a gentle hand on his chest—"I know you're scared. But you owe it to yourself to try, alright? You know you'll always kick yourself if you don't."

"But what about—"

She shushes him with a gentle tone, touching her fingers to his lips before dropping them and rising on her toes to give him an encouraging peck.

"We'll figure it out, James, one step at a time. But first you have to try, yeah?"

He looks down at her, and she can see the warmth and trepidation in his gaze, feel the heart that pounds beneath her hand that's still on his chest.

James nods, clearing his throat before he ducks his head down to place another kiss on the tip of her nose, which causes Harry to squeal in delight from his highchair. He pulls back and smiles appreciatively at his wife. "Yeah."

[mmaeeve]

“it was james, who had an ego the size of a lake, but a heart to match it.”

happy birthday james potter, you deserved so much better.

[pocketedxoxo]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR FAVOURITE SIMP JAMES POTTER 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

rip mate, you would have loved the tradition of smearing cake over people’s faces at your birthday party

[enigmaticemperor]

Happy Birthday, James!

Headcanon time!

I always had this feeling that James was good at potions. Not amazing like Lily, but good enough to remember and follow the instructions and get an O, but he can't make new stuff on his own, while Lily can. And he certainly doesn't have that passion. He and Sirius made the Animagus potion, though. So, he has to be good.

Also, James is left-handed.

[sincerelyyycece]

hey guys, sorry i haven’t been posting lately. it’s a holiday here so i’ve been on vacation w/ my fam :) hope u understand! i love u all 😙

(happy belated birthday to the loml, james potter!)

[that-bitch-kat3]

forever 21 <3

[atyd1960]

“James Potter is a demi girl.” “James Potter is a demi boy.” “James Potter is bi gender.” “James Potter is non binary.” “James Potter is trans.”

No, James Potter is a god✨