#james potter music taste

[grimst4rs]

modern marauders era character's music taste except there's a catch: all of these artists are from my liked songs

sirius black: mr. kitty, russ, lana del rey, childish gambino, marina

remus lupin: bon iver, mitski, hozier, exit 18, kitty sucker

james potter: taylor swift, declan mckenna, shamiq, willow, the pussycat dolls

peter pettigrew: quinnie, chloe cherrie, le tigre, wallows, eyedress

lily evans: conan gray, la belle vie, corduroy heart, gia ford, florence + the machine

marlene mckinnon: deathbyromy, billie eilish, ayesha erotica, sky ferreira, jann

mary macdonald: chase atlantic, camille jansen, tyler the creator, britney spears, sohodolls

dorcas meadowes: evanescence, deftones, frankie cosmos, frank ocean, ethel cain

[beataylorsversion]

rip remus "name three songs" lupin

you would have loved judging people's music taste

[moonymeloncholymoney]

umm so guess who made a falcon playlist because i am ABSOLUTELY infatuated by this man and these are some songs that remind me of him and things i'd like to do to/with this man 😌

[sweetnnaivete]

thank god james has a bunch of music-loving friends because otherwise his music taste would be such ass

[moonysraygun]

Marauders + as songs I've had on repeat (according to my Spotify but I don't trust her) (more so what I think they'd listen to, I have no time to think about what relates to them while I'm at school)

Sirius- Hot Love- T.Rex

Remus- Gimme Shelter- The Rolling Stones

Peter- Waterloo Sunset- The Kinks

James- Just In Case I Love You- BØRNS

Regulus- The Boxer- Simon and Garfunkel (he craves sadness, it is all he knows)

Mary- Ride the Dragon- FKA Twigs

Dorcas- Run Your Mouth- The Marias

Marlene- I Got Heaven- Mannequin Pussy (she feels this song deep in her soul)

Lilly- 400 Lux- Lorde

Barty- Walk On the Wild Side- Lou Reed (Lou's number one fan)

Evan- Rah Tah Tah- Tyler the Creator (and he knows bangers)

Pandora- Soft Shock- Yeah Yeah Yeahs

[inlovewithmyhyperfixations]

psst

go follow

@silly-emo-delight

they're (just using gender-neutral, I'll change it if u ask) cool

(go follow them or I'll be in ur walls)/nf

[spamandemotions]

Hot take: Taylor Swift shouldn’t be the musician of the marauders.

Just think about it. None of the marauders would listen to Taylor Swift. Sure, Peter would. But that’s Peter.

Sirius is very into the Rock and Roll scene, he wouldn’t listen to her.

James? Yep, you guessed it, Rock and Roll, but not as much as Sirius.

And Remus? He would occasionally listen to classical but he also likes Rock and Roll

Idk about the rest of the cast I just know the core four.

[n03m1blog]

absolutley, the way james declares his love is so bruno mars

everyone says that the marauders love taylor swift but i disagree, james potter would absolutely LOVE Bruno Mars

just imagine him dancing around the kitchen singing Marry You, whether he’s thinking about lily or regulus or even just being a hopeless romantic and daydreaming about his wedding day he is dancing to that song

[my-castles-crumbling]

smoke - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - very NSFW but not explicit - word count: 358

James was going absolutely crazy. Vibrating out of his skin. Literally about to explode.

Because not only did he have to stand in this stupid, sticky, loud bar and stare at Regulus Black dressed in a crop top and skinny jeans, pale skin and freckles practically glowing in the low light, he had to pretend like he hadn't touched that prefect body before. Like he hadn't traced his fingers over that protruding hipbone. Like he hadn't dragged his lips over that constellation of little freckles on Regulus's neck. Like he hadn't tasted those spit-slick lips.

It was a good thing the music was so loud, because he couldn't help but groan a bit as he again looked over to Regulus, who completely ignored him.

But that was it- Regulus ignored him. Made conversation with his friends and didn't spare him a passing glance. Walked past him to get a drink and didn't even bat and eye. He wasn't affected at all.

It drove James crazy.

So he suffered through the night, trying not to be completely obvious about his staring, until he accepted that he'd be going home alone, frustrated but resigned to the fact that he would never be the same. His life was split into two halves, a giant chasm in between- one side before touching Regulus Black, the other side, after.

And then, a hand wrapped around his waist from behind and a low, needy voice whispered in his ear, "Tell your friends you're going outside for a smoke."

He didn't dare question or argue.

Hastily murmuring the excuse to Remus and Sirius, he stumbled out to the back alley, half-expecting to find nobody there, only to see the other man waiting, gray eyes clear and full of desire. "God, Potter," Regulus nearly spat, black curls a bit messy, sweat beading along his hairline. "I've been wanting to do this all bloody night."

And before James could even question what he meant, Regulus sank fluidly to his knees, one hand resting on James's thigh, huge eyes looking up at him, prefect lips parting only the slightest bit.

Perhaps Regulus wasn't as unaffected as James thought.

[ticifics]

Home Charm

James Potter x f!reader

Summary: James Potter, the devoted and loving father, transforms every moment into magic and love with his enchanted family.

Warnings: none

A/N: anon, hope you like it <333

• James loves making you laugh and uses every opportunity to tease you in a cute way. He might steal a kiss in the middle of an argument or tickle you until you beg for mercy. Life with him is always light and fun.

• He deeply values your partnership. For any important decision, he always checks with you first, making it clear that your opinion is the most important to him.

• James never misses a chance to steal a kiss. Whether you’re in the middle of a sentence, distracted with a book, or even complaining about something, he simply can’t resist. “You had that irresistible look, love, I had to do it,” he says with a mischievous smile, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

• James is such a soft dad that just hearing the kids say “dada” for the first time made him emotional. He tells everyone about it — Sirius had lost count of how many times he’d heard the same story. “My kid said I’m the best dad in the world yesterday. I’m not saying it’s true, but I’m not denying it either,” he jokes with a smile that lights up his entire face.

• If one of the kids mentions liking something, even if it’s a small detail, James jumps into action. “You like chocolate frogs? Great, now we have an entire collection.” He fills the shopping cart with anything he thinks the kids will love, only realizing the excess when you laugh while trying to find space in the house to store everything.

• For James, physical touch is a form of love. He wraps his arm around your waist whenever you’re together, as if he needs to make sure you’re there. When you’re cooking, he leans against the counter just to watch, but never without first running his hands over your shoulders or waist. He pulls you close with the excuse of “needing to taste something” you’re making, but in reality, he just wants you in his arms.

• He has the habit of complimenting you out of nowhere, especially in public, as if he can’t hold back how he feels. “Are you all seeing this? How did I marry the most beautiful woman in the world?” he jokes with his friends, but his look is completely serious. You might roll your eyes, but the sparkle in his smile always melts you.

• James has a smile unlike any other, one he reserves only for you. It’s the kind of smile that makes it feel like you’re the only person in the world who matters, full of tenderness and adoration.

• Even without music, James finds an excuse to make you twirl around the room. Whether it’s after a long day or just because he thinks you need a smile, he takes your hand and leads you in an exaggerated way, as if you’re the stars of a ballroom. When you protest, he just laughs and insists, saying, “You know I won’t stop until I get a smile, right?”

• He has the habit of pulling you into a long kiss, especially when you’re in a rush to leave. “Just one more, please,” he asks, pressing his forehead against yours after, still a little out of breath and with shiny lips. Of course, this results in you both being late more often than you’d like, but who can resist him?

• He loves it when you wear his clothes, especially his sweaters and shirts. When he notices you’re cold, he doesn’t wait for you to ask — he just wraps you in one of his huge coats and puts his arms around you like a human blanket. “Much better this way, don’t you think?” he whispers in your ear, though it doesn’t take long before he removes his clothes from you.

• The king of excuses to hug you. “You don’t look comfortable in that chair,” he comments, pulling you onto his lap with ease. “You know what would be better? Sitting here.” He does this anywhere: in the living room, the backyard, showering your neck with kisses that fluster you.

• James knows exactly how to make you laugh, even on the toughest days. He might mimic voices, make faces, or even create hilarious imaginary scenes with objects around. His goal, he swears, is always to hear you laugh, because “if you’re laughing, I’m winning at life.”

• When you’re sick or tired, James becomes your loving caretaker. He brings tea, makes soup, and wraps you in blankets. “You just need to tell me what you want, my love, and I’ll do it,” he insists, even if his soup attempt ends up being more funny than delicious.

• James loves telling the story of the day he met you. He does it with such enthusiasm that it feels like he’s reliving the moment every time, emphasizing how you captivated him right away. “I knew from that instant I was lost,” he confesses, while you roll your eyes, but your heart races anyway.

• No matter how tired he is, James never forgets to give you a kiss before bed. He pulls you close, whispers something sweet or funny, and kisses your forehead, cheek, and finally your lips. “Good night, my life,” he says with so much affection that it feels like you’re in the arms of the whole world.

• When the kids scribble on the house walls, you try to be firm about the rules, but James shows up with a mischievous look. “You know, they were just expressing their creativity,” he argues while trying to scrub the marks. In the end, he ends up sitting in time-out with them, admitting that “he was an accomplice to the art.”

• During your pregnancy, James had the habit of lying next to you and talking to the baby, even when it seemed silly. He would talk about how excited he was to meet the baby, or make up funny stories about teaching the baby to fly. When he felt the baby move, his eyes would shine in a way that made you fall even more in love.

• Before bed, James turns simple stories into epic adventures. He does all the voices for the characters, makes exaggerated gestures, and even creates a soundtrack with light spells. Even if the kids are exhausted, they always ask for “just one more story, daddy.”

• When you say no to something the kids want, James does his best to negotiate on their behalf. “Love, they just want to build a fort in the middle of the living room. And look, they’ve already assigned me as the troll guarding the entrance. I can’t disappoint my adventurers,” he says with an irresistible look.

• Even on days when the kids make a mess or are in a bad mood, James stays calm. He believes every behavior has a reason and prefers to resolve things with conversations and playfulness rather than scolding. When one of the kids cries, he immediately sits next to them, saying, “It’s okay, champ. What’s wrong? Daddy’s here.”

• James never misses a chance to shower the kids with affection. He hugs them, kisses their cheeks, and messes up their hair. “You know I love you, right?” he says daily, because he believes it’s important for them to grow up knowing how adored they are.

• James loves creating little traditions. Every Friday night, he organizes “pajama parties” in the living room, where you watch Muggle movies (courtesy of Remus) and eat enchanted popcorn that changes flavor. At Christmas, he always dresses up as Santa, even though the kids already know it’s him.

• He completely surrenders to playtime. If that means getting covered in paint or glitter, James doesn’t mind. To him, the kids’ laughter is worth any effort. Later, he makes sure to help them clean up, singing made-up songs to make the moment fun.

• James makes sure to emphasize how amazing the kids are. “Did you know you’re the smartest wizard that ever existed?” or “That was the most impressive defense I’ve ever seen in a Quidditch match! And trust me, I’ve seen a lot of Quidditch.” He believes every day is a new chance to make the kids feel special.

• James makes sure to show you how much he loves you in front of the kids. He says “I love your mom” whenever he can, believing this will teach them what a healthy relationship looks like. He believes raising kids in a home full of love and laughter is the greatest gift he can give them.

[grimst4rs]

Not the person who asked but I'd love to know what music you hc they listen to ✨70s edition✨

sorry for not giving many! i promise that if i can come up with more i will share, but here is what i propose to you, for now:

james potter — abba, the mamas and the papas, bee gees, the monkees

sirius black — lou reed, sex pistols, ramones, the clash

remus lupin — the smiths, frank sinatra, paul anka, david bowie

peter pettigrew — queen, the beatles, abba, the stooges

marlene mckinnon — suzi quatro, patti smith, the runaways, the who

lily evans: abba, dolly parton, the beatles, billy joel

mary macdonald: abba, queen, elton john, cyndi lauper

dorcas meadowes: t. rex, the rolling stones, buzzcocks, mott the hoople

[luveline]

do you have anything more from office frenemies with james? i just read it and i loved it so much

yes! love u ty

—you and James don’t get along until you kind of, sort of do. fem!reader, 1.5k

James listens to the most obnoxious playlist in the mornings. There’s about a fifteen minute window between when he arrives and when the workday officially starts, which coincides exactly with your window. He often gets the same elevator ride, walks a pace beside you, and decides whether he’s going to let the ‘lady’ go first through the door depending on the day. 

That morning, he’d opened the door widely, grinned at you with music blaring loud enough to make a normal person deaf from his earphones, and let you pass. Then he pretended to stick his foot out to trip you up, pulling it back at the last second. 

Jerk, you think, angry even now as he tucks himself into his desk, his earphones still ridiculously loud. He actually, genuinely, is going to get hearing damage. You’re not being bitter. Human ears aren’t meant for that. 

You click onto the workplace Outlook and open a tab on your desktop. How loudly can you listen to music? you google. A few articles appear straight away that fit your purpose —you drag them each into an empty email. Then, smiling to yourself, you find an article on the negative effects of workplace noise pollution and how this sort of selfishness can affect your coworkers’ mental health and add that at the very top. 

To: jamesp@outlook.wpa.uk 

Hi James, 

please find attached a few articles I felt might be important for you to read.

Worst, 

Your unhappy adjacent desk. 

You know he’s received it when he laughs loudly, turning down his music with a few quick clicks on his phone. 

An email comes through to your inbox shortly after.

Hi bestie, 

I’m so so sorry for the noise. Please find attached a few articles I, in turn, felt you might enjoy. 

Best, 

James Potter :) 

He’s attached an irksome variation of articles. Why music can help you get ready for the day. Ten ways workplace friendships are important. Can you really find your soulmate at work? 

You open your personal messaging system. You tend not to use it with James, but this morning he’s winding you up. 

I could report you to HR for that last one, you send. 

He replies quickly. You try very hard not to look up at him from over your desktop. I didn’t mean me. 

You’ll be deaf by thirty. 

Jealous you don’t have such great taste in music? 

Jealous of everyone in the annex. 

Want a cup of coffee?

You meet his gaze finally over the computer, find him already looking at you. You shake your head scornfully. In what world would you ever want him to make you a coffee? He’s never actually offered to make you one before, to be fair, but he’s awful to you so what are you supposed to think? He’ll probably poison it. 

He stands to leave. Remus, the other accountant to complete your trio, arrives while he’s gone with his boyfriend Sirius in tow. They’re also James’ best friends, unfortunately. It makes for some awkwardness. 

“Where is he?” Remus asks you, in the midst of a quick goodbye kiss before Sirius makes his way to his desk further down the office. 

You nibble your lip and give a dispassionate shrug. You hate talking about James. You hate his stupid mess of hair, his reading glasses, his lips when he smiles crookedly and worse when he’s glaring at you. You hate the way he sighs as he clicks his neck, the quick lap he does every other hour complaining of tired legs, the genuine tenderness he shows you whenever you’re sick. You hate James. You don't like to think about him too much lest you get caught, a fish in a net.

Or a fish with a painful hook in its lip. 

“Ah, you’re here,” James says, two cups of coffee in his hand. 

You’re only a little heartbroken when he puts one on his desk and one on Remus’. Didn’t want one anyways. 

Remus grins as James comes up behind him for a rough hug and hair ruffle. “How was last night?” 

“I wish you’d come. Sirius spent all night trying to out drink Marl, you know he can’t, so I spent all night holding his hair out of his face. I wasn’t gonna talk to him this morning, but he was being very pathetic.” 

James laughs. You pretend you aren’t listening to them, pretend you don’t feel left out even if they have no reason to be your friend, clicking at random things on your screen and scrolling through spreadsheets long finished and filed. “You know I couldn’t come, Moony,” —no point starting on their awful nicknames— “what if she needed me?” 

You still. She? 

“James, there’s not much you can do,” Remus says gently. He’s a quiet, soft sort of man, but they’re all so loud about loving one another. “You have to let her… you know.” 

You feel them both looking at you, your gaze steadfast on your screen. 

“Try not to think about it,” Remus says. 

“I’ve been distracting myself,” James agrees. 

Oh, you think. Oh. I’m such a dick. 

“You could go home?” Remus says, putting his face in his hand. “I could cover you.” 

“It’s too much work.” 

“I know, but, you know, I’ll do half, and you’ll only have half to catch up on when you come back.” 

You’re not sure who she is, and you very much still don’t like James Potter, but you're not heartless. He sounds awfully upset, fragility to his voice and a foreign balling of his fist by his hip. “Um,” you say, clearing your throat weakly, “well, with me and Remus, we could cover for you.” 

James’ face is unreadable, looking down at you. “You’d cover for me?” he asks. 

“Your work isn’t exactly hard, James.” 

“But you’d do it?” 

“How long will you be off for?” 

James frowns. “Like, two days?” he says quietly. 

“That’s fine. We can do that,” you say, checking with Remus from around James hip. “Yeah?” 

“Of course,” Remus says quickly. 

James looks at you long and hard. “You’re not kidding?” 

“No, James. Not kidding. You’d do the same for me, right?” 

James leans down to hug you before you can stop him. His arms wrap around your shoulders, a perfectly amicable touch made up of sleeper muscle and the attractive smell of almond oil, nearly sweet, slightly woody. He laughs against your cheek as he pulls away, turning back to Remus for a similar hug. “Thank you. I’ll go tell Danny right now.” He beams at you. His relief is thick as honey, palpable in his warm tone. “Thank you.” 

You can’t look at him very long. 

The memory of his fingers linger, the weight of his arm behind your head. He excuses himself to go talk to your boss, and you and Remus sit in a semi-awkward silence, of which you’re wholly responsible. 

“His cat is dying,” Remus says eventually.

You wince. “Oh, no, really?” you ask. 

“He’s had her since we were kids. It’s really nice of you to do this.”

“I really do think he’d do it for me,” you interrupt. “I’m not, you know, cruel, because we don’t get on.” 

“I know. James knows that too.” 

You want to get defensive. Why does it matter if James knows? But Remus is too nice to argue with, and secretly, strangely, you’d wanted James to know you aren’t mean. You wouldn’t have sent him that email this morning if you’d known, and maybe this is apology enough for that. 

Still, it doesn’t feel right when James returns, gathering his suit jacket from the back of his chair. “Thank you guys, so much. I will bring you the most amazing desserts of all time as a thank you. I won’t even put your mug on the top shelf the next time I wash it,” James promises you. 

You bat aside the rage of knowing he’s the culprit and instead get out of your seat before he can leave. “Uh, James?” you ask. 

He raises his eyebrows. “Yeah?” 

You look at the floor by his shoes. “About earlier…”

James stands subtly between you and the bulk of the office. “You okay?” 

“I just– I’m sorry for complaining about your earphones. I wasn’t trying to be insensitive.” 

“You weren’t insensitive,” he says, “I was being obnoxious. Don’t worry about it, okay?” 

“I–” You hate yourself for all your stammering. “Hope whatever is wrong, that you’re okay. I’ll cover for you for the week if you need me to.” 

“Please stop feeling sorry for me. It looks weird on you. I much prefer you when you’re frowning, you get these super deep wrinkles in your forehead that I just love.” 

You turn away without looking up. “I’m gonna input all your sales information wrong.” 

“And I’m gonna bring you the best donut you’ve ever tasted to say thanks, sweetheart.” 

[daenysx]

i got bored so here are some modern!james potter headcanons;

um- sunshine energy at its finest!!

james is one of the prettiest boys you could ever see in your life

his smile lights up every room he walks in

he has to take extra five minutes every morning to fix his hair because he always puts his head wrong on the pillow and messes the shape of his thick, wavy hair

heavy sleeper!! (cutest though, sometimes he sleeps with his mouth open)

he's a morning person but he usually goes to bed early, claiming he has to get 8 hours of sleep

sleeps naked. to your delight.

he likes getting slow back scratches and massages, he is addicted to get kisses on his neck and his cheeks, he LOVES being babied

always runs hot even when the room is cold. he's generous too, he holds your cold body in his arms until you get warmer

i once wrote that he makes the best iced lattes in the morning, i still stand by it

he'd practice to be perfect at making your favorite drink (mine is iced latte so i had to say it-)

breakfast fan!!

he never leaves the apartment with an empty stomach, the worst he can do is take some snacks or fruits with him if he runs late

loves morning runs, morning walks, morning work outs, morning stretches. anything to wake his body up

and we probably all know this but james potter is the type of man who knows his body well

he looks good and he knows it

he also knows what he should do to take care of himself and his health

i mean he likes waking up early and starting his day, but he'll stay in bed with you if it means he'll get cuddles (especially when it's cold)

he tries to wake you up by bribing you with promises of a shower together and breakfast prepared by him

speaking of showers-

um- if you don't mind me being a little smutty here,

james potter loves eating you out

and he loves it more when he gets to wake you up to his mouth

and he does it again when he convinces you into shower

he does it for his own pleasure really

because it feels so good to keep his mouth on you and rubbing himself to soft blankets at the same time

this man is never- and i mean never ashamed of coming into his pants

like seriously, just think about it

he adores that feeling of falling apart for you, he doesn't even need to be touched

needy. and that's hot.

he makes noises in bed. never stays silent. always tells you how you make him feel.

he likes being called 'my love'

king of getting you flowers because 'they made him think of you'

he makes fun of his blurry sight every time he loses his glasses

he can't read for long (sleepy boy alert) but he likes it when you read a book out loud for him

tries to compete with remus on how many movies he can watch in a row without falling asleep

he loses of course

he complains about sirius' smoking (stop acting like a saint prongs) but he takes a few drags when he's too stressed

now that's the thing- james potter doesn't like to burden others with his stress

he keeps things to himself when he's not joking

his glossy eyes give him away though

precious boy

he blinks a few quick tears on your neck when it gets too much

let's keep going with happy james because i can't handle the thought of him being sad

the best hugger ever!!!

strong arms, broad chest, smells perfect, knows how to squeeze your body with the best amount of pressure

you forget everything when he holds you

he never pulls away from a hug first

just my dream guy

another thing- he is so proud of himself when you laugh at his jokes

has a group chat with remus and sirius

never stops sending memes, sometimes drives remus insane

his spotify playlists are so complicated because his music taste changes with every song

he wants you to choose the music every time you're in his car

guys- james potter brainrot is something else, i swear i love him so much

that's all for now, let me know if you'd like a part 2

[somecluelessidiot]

Get to know me (Marauders edition)

Looks: Lily Evans

Music taste: Remus Lupin

Kin(s): James Potter, Evan Rosier, and Marlene McKinnon

Style: Mary Macdonald

Hobbies: Regulus and Sirius Black

[foodiegoogie]

𝐎𝟐: 𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝟏.𝟏𝐤

in which you get a taste of james' primary love language: acts of service

note: this was not proofread. also this is ur reminder to stay hydrated or james potter will be watching you !

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The scene before you feels strangely like deja vu. Whether that’s because you’ve seen the High School Musical movies more times than you can count on your fingers or the theory of past lives is real, you’re not entirely sure yourself.

The indoor basketball court was filled to the brim with cheerful students. On the right side of the court sat the students of Godric High—A.K.A. your fellow batchmates, while on the left side sat the students from your neighboring school, Salazar’s Academy. If you squinted, colors of red and green, the respective colors of both schools in competition, would mix together in your vision. An unspoken rivalry between the schools had been brewing ever since the “dawn of time” as the old seniors liked to put it. But really, it formed when both headmasters of Godric High and Salazar’s Academy had a falling-out after being best mates for so long.

And so that laid the groundwork for today’s events: the pressure was on for both athletes competing for their respective school. If Godric High won, they’d be continuing their championship streak that’s been running steadily now for nearly five years and counting. But if Salazar’s Academy won, they’d be breaking that streak, and much worse—earn the bragging rights to not shut up about it. 

Presently, you were standing on the side of the court, eyes latched onto the ongoing game that was being played right in front of you. You raise your DSLR camera up to your face, waiting eagerly for the player in your focus, Diggory, to make his three-point shot. He swerves and dodges, bounces the ball on the ground, and jumps—! Click. Your camera shutters, capturing Diggory in the air as he shoots the ball, which had then led to a successful three-pointer shot. The crowd cheers as you make a run for your next spot for a different angle on the court. 

“And nothing but net for the Red Lions from Diggory!” Marlene McKinnon exclaims from her place in the commentators’ stand. “That brings the Lions to a total of 26 points—still in the lead!”

You zero in on the players’ benches which are placed on the other side of the court. Perfect, you thought. It’ll give you a pristine shot of two players if they ever make a jump for a dunk or block the shooter. 

You make it to the spot by the benches in time as Marlene announces the Emerald Serpents calling for a time-out. Right as both teams huddle close in circles, you raise your camera up for a picture. Click. Click. Two shots of the Red Lions’ coach barking strategies with a look of determination on his face. You take a few steps closer for a closer shot inside the circle. In your periphery, James Potter wipes the sweat off his face with the collar of his jersey while Sirius Black glances at him, patting his shoulder as if to say, “It’s alright.”

Click. Click. One shot of the close-up view of the huddle-up, and one shot of the act of brotherhood between Potter and Black. 

The coach finally breaks the huddle-up, sending the players off for a water break. You take it as your cue to move to a different spot, turning to leave when a familiar voice calls out to you.

“Oi, Y/L/N!”

The sigh that leaves your lips is so heavy, you’d think someone just lifted the world’s weight off your shoulders.

“Yes, James?” You turn around, walking back to the benches, camera in hand.

James smirks at your exasperation. “Damn, tough crowd.”

“Can you blame me? I’m busy,” You hold your camera up for emphasis. “got a job to do.”

��Ah, yes. How could I ever forget the Queen of Photography herself?” James plays up the dramatics in his tone, reaching for a water bottle in the icebox labeled ‘ATHLETES ONLY’ in big black letters. 

You roll your eyes. “Oh, quit it–”

“Speaking of which,” He interrupts, chugging half the water in his bottle as he makes his way closer to you. You respectfully turn away. “You look like a tornado passed by you on your way here.”

Your head whips back to look up at him. For a moment, the fact that James was tall slipped out of your mind. 

“Excuse me–?”

“You think I didn’t notice? You’ve been running around the court since before the game even began. You’re giving Usain Bolt a run for his money at this point.”

Well, now that James had brought it up, you realized right then and there that you hadn’t really looked in the mirror yet ever since you stepped foot inside the court. Now, it had really sunk in—the sweat on your brow and on your back, the strands of hair that had escaped your previously-neat ponytail, the rapid heartbeat in your chest—everything.

Shit. I probably look like a right mess right now, don’t I?

Before you could even bring yourself back to reality and fix yourself to look half-decent, James walks back to the ice box. He rummages around for a few seconds until he brings out another bottle of water, then walks back to you.

“Here,” He hands you the bottle. “You look like you need it more than us.”

Your gaze lands down on the bottle right in front of you. It’s ice-cold—was that why he took a while in the icebox?

“James, the water’s for athletes only,” You remind him, looking back up at him but not without a hint of reluctance in your eyes. “It’s nice of you and all but I can’t drink that.”

This time, it’s James who rolls his eyes at your words. “Come on. It’s not like they’ll punish you for drinking water. Just take it. Seriously.”

“But you paid for that. I didn’t. I can’t take it–”

“Nope. No. Athlete’s orders,” He shakes his head firmly, taking your free hand and placing the cold bottle in it. You almost sigh in relief at the refreshing feel of it in your hand.

“Take it.” 

You look back up at him, albeit a little shy and grateful-looking now. James raises his eyebrows expectantly, waiting for you to… drink it?

Instead, you clear your throat awkwardly, murmuring a ‘thank you’ under your breath.

He sighs, but looks less like he’s about to force-feed you the bottled water himself. 

“Not what I was waiting for but I’ll take it.” James mutters to himself, placing his hands on his hips.

Just then, the referee blows his whistle, prompting everyone’s attention and signaling the return to the ball game. 

James takes his steps back onto court, glancing over his shoulder to look back at you, only to find that you’d already left your spot, and are now running to the next—wherever that may be, James thinks.

His eyes don’t leave you until he sees you take a long swig out of the bottle. A relieved sigh leaves his lips. 

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February 25 - Chocolate | @into-the-jeggyverse | wc: 856

“What are you doing up so late?” Effie asks, gently as Regulus traipses into the kitchen. 

Regulus freezes, not realising that there had been anyone in the house awake, “Oh, I’m sorry, I don't mean to disturb.” 

“Nonsense.” The woman shakes her head. She gives him a gentle, tired smile, gesturing to the small saucepan that she’s standing in front of, “I take it you can’t sleep. Would you like some hot chocolate and to read a book with me?” 

Regulus hums, watching her for a moment, “Yeah, if you don’t mind.”

“Never.” She hums, throwing in a couple more pieces of chocolate that she chopped and a couple splashes of milk -- oat milk because Regulus is lactose intolerant, which Effie immediately switched to buying upon learning that --  to make sure she has enough for two. 

The two of them remain in the kitchen together silently, Effie’s casual magic filling the air with softly playing music. The woman gently sways to either side while she waits for the hot chocolate mixture that she's making get to the correct temperature and viscosity before she has Regulus grab some mugs for her, which he does. The woman pours out the mixture into their mugs and tells Regulus to add what he wishes. He does so and the two of them settle in the living room with their books, sitting silently and comfortably. 

It became a common occurrence, when Effie and Regulus would both be up late because they couldn’t, or weren’t ready, to sleep. Effie would make them hot chocolate and the two of them would settle in the living room with their books, or whatever art or craft projects they had going on at the time. Regulus carried it over long into his marriage with James, long into them living together. Though, it was usually just Regulus getting up late at night and silently making his way down the stairs. James always knew what he was doing, they knew that he had been doing this with their mum for as long as he had been doing it. So they never minded, just would roll into the middle of the bed and keep it as warm for him as possible. 

Regulus was even doing it long into their adoption and parenting of Harry, though he was careful to be much quieter than before. 

Until one day, Harry comes down into the kitchen while Regulus has his music softly playing, the only other sound being the slight scrape of the wooden spoon against the pan filled with a semi-thick, dark coloured liquid. The boy stops in his tracks when he sees Regulus, but Regulus is quick to smile at his son, “Couldn’t sleep?” 

Harry watches him for a moment before sighing, slinking into one of the kitchen stools, “No.”

“Would you like to have some hot chocolate with me? We can sit in the living room and talk or read or…” 

“That- that sounds good, thank you dad.” 

Regulus just smiles briefly at him, throwing a couple more pieces of chocolate and some splashes of oat milk to make sure that there’s enough for two. He hums while he’s making the drink, “Your grandma taught me how to make this hot chocolate recipe.” 

“Really?” Harry asks, quiet. 

Regulus nods, smiling at the memory, “Papa had just convinced me to finally go home with him and Sirius for Christmas and I couldn’t sleep, haunted by a lot. I just wanted some water- would you grab some mugs for me, mon coeur- but Effie was in the kitchen and I thought that I was bothering her.” He shakes his head, thanking his son when he places mugs down for them and moving to pour the liquid into them, “But she just invited me to drink hot chocolate with her and read a book with her. It was what helped me finally start getting comfortable with the idea of being around the Potters.” 

“Do you do this a lot?” 

Regulus hums, putting a bit more milk into his hot chocolate after giving it a quick taste and grabbing some marshmallows for him to pop into their drinks while Harry scrounges for their whipped cream, “At least once a week. And you’re welcome to join me whenever we’re both awake at the same time. Maybe I’ll teach you the recipe.” 

“Does papa know you do this?” 

“Oh they’ve known since the very beginning.” He hums, thinking fondly on his partner, “They think it’s charming, and they know that it’s my time for me so they’ve never joined me.” 

“Oh,” Harry pales a bit, “I’m sorry to intrude on your time.” 

“Nonsense,” he shakes his head, “I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant that your papa is the type of person to sleep heavily through the night, and I’m not. So it’s nice for us to have our own space for a while. I’d never mind you being around me.” He shakes his head, gently guiding his son into the living room and sitting with him on the couch, “Now, tell me about your time at school. We haven’t caught up yet.”