#james potter supremacy

[wilmvandrr]

JAMES POTTER!!!

me when james 😍😍

[beli-eve-ing]

rip the marauders, your souls would find each others in every other universe

[sspadfoot]

Personally, if I was Petunia and my sister went to a fancy amazing magic school and got with THE JAMES POTTER (a fucking God) I would also be so jealous.

[james-sunshine-potter]

James 'i don't care if people laugh with me or at me, as long as someone is laughing' Potter

[profoundprincessfics]

Futility. (1)

Alas, Regulus Black was as he had always been, futile. Weak, corruptible. The coldest days were haunting the whole of the northeast of England, November was tactful, unforgiving. And Regulus Black had been presumed dead for some days now. It was the end of a decade and it seemed to be the end of the Black name. The daily prophet reported his disappearance, stating that he was killed on the Dark Lord's orders for some sort of cowardliness. Conceivably that's what was expected of him.

Or alternatively Regulus lives and haunts Horcruxes.

Non Canon Complaint!!

The coldest days were haunting the whole of the northeast of England, November was tactful, unforgiving. And Regulus Black had been presumed dead for some days now. It was the end of a decade and it seemed to be the end of the Black name. The daily prophet reported his disappearance, stating that he was killed on The dark Lord's orders for some sort of cowardliness. Conceivably that's what was expected of him.

He recalls entering the cave after a day's travel, he had given himself a day, daring himself to back out. But alas he did not. There was an eerie feeling in the cave as if it had a history that Regulus couldn’t even begin to imagine. Kreature had explained his experience in all the detail that he could fathom, Regulus would not be able to escape as Kreature had. In his right hand, the faux locket stays ready. “Master, you should reconsider,” Kreature attempts, but Regulus casts him a dark glare, menacing.

“Make sure I drink all of it.” Nodding towards the basin of estranged liquid, a sort of poison. He was agonised, with ragged breaths and he still had another round to go. He remembered, more than he would ever care to share. He was being haunted by the ghosts of thousands of his ancestors, laughing in his face. His chest was heavy, and he was fighting the rejection his body put up when Kreature brought him the last round.

“Just one more,” The house-elf ran his hand through his hair like he had many times before, reminding him of childhood, like that time he had caught the most terrible flu and spent 3 weeks in bed. He succumbed, swallowing. “Take-take the locket and go. Now. Destroy it.” He commanded, stuttering. Kreature was gone. The thirst that overcame him couldn’t be described, as a vampire with blood. Regulus needed water. He felt he wouldn’t survive without it.

Adrenaline surged through his body, like eels in dirty water. He was compelled towards the age of the peer, lowering the dish he was once fed poison from into the dark waters. The water was inexplicable, bringing his tremors to an end. His thoughts were cleared. He clung to the safety. To the relief. Then it went dark. Regulus was not safe. He wasn’t alone. There was a growl that came from the water, screaming at him. What Regulus could make out in the darkness resembled a tortured soul, Inferni

What seemed like several thousand of these beasts swarmed the peer, creeping up on Regulus. He was quickly dragged to the end of the peer, holding onto whatever he could grasp. Yet the peer was almost ungraspable. Almost. Inedibitly, after fighting as much as he could Regulus was in the water. Damned to a hopeless fate, he knew he would not be the dark lord's match but it felt all too real in the moment when he clawed the top of the water as if it was an object that could free him from his awaited fate. His blood haunted the water, dark red. A colour he had despised since he was nine years old, the year his brother became red. Gryffindor, a change in his life that was more abundant than he could imagine.

Regulus does not recall reaching the surface, and then dragging himself out of the water. But he can loosely recall grasping his wand, “firestorm.” He broke out, merely a whisper through his scratched throat. The darkness was overcome by a fiery light, as the inferni succumbed to the inferno.

-

He had awoken, cast upon the top of the cave. He was possessionless but had been cast an undeniable advantage of apparent death. Looking down at his hands, which trembled uncharacteristically, the conclusion was all that apparent; Regulus Black would live another day.

The black jumper he had worn was torn to pieces, stained with water and an illicit substance Regulus came to realise was blood. The sky had taken on a stormy grey colour, a promise of an imminent downpour. The small raft had stayed in place among the rocks at the bottom of the cave.

Regulus shuddered at the thought of the journey back to the centre of the war, through the crashing waves and into the eye of the storm that was men with too much power. A power he vowed to destroy, for one specific man.

Standing on shaky legs, that threatened to fall under the pressure of his body weight, Regulus began to climb down the mountain. Fate was a funny thing, he had never imagined himself clinging to faulty rocks that could cause his demise. He should have been dead.

[padfootsaphrodite]

James "I'm a giver, I would give it all to you" Potter

[kazucee]

JAMES BY LAUFEY IS SO JEGULUS OR JILY CODED NO ONE DISAGREE.

Idk the song is just James. IT'S JUST MADE FOR HIS CHARACTER. It doesn't even need to be associated with a ship, it's just a James song. Everyone should have this on their James Potter playlists.

Thank you laufey for your service o7

[made-by-moon]

James Potter would be the most confusing man that ever stepped into Hogwarts. And not because he has adhd or can turn into a STAG. No no no. It would be because he is the biggest sexual paradox to ever be.

He wears tank top and slutty shorts for a party, gossips with girls, lets Sirius do his make up but at the same time he takes almost 3 seats with how his legs would spread, he is obsessed with quidditch and flirts with Lily 24/7.

Everyone is confused, arguing if he is gay or straight or bisexual and loosing their mind in general.

And he would just stand by and watch the chaos unfold.

[yoursdeadlynightshade]

James Potter swoons when Regulus Black pats his head and calls him a good boy.

Uh-nuh. No arguments today.

[thebisexualwreckoning]

James "I'm not mad, I'm disappointed."Potter but the person he is disappointed in is himself for making you feel like you couldn't trust him enough to confide in him.

[wilmvandrr]

the jays <3

they're my babies!!!

[beli-eve-ing]

If you’re not writing jily with the dynamic of a goddess and her devote you’re not writing them correctly

[sspadfoot]

Hear me out on the Middle Eastern James Potter Real quick.

Middle Eastern boys are so egotistical and full of themselves. *cough cough* James Potter.

They also fall for people who don’t particularly like them (Regulus Black or Lily Evans whoever you prefer).

THEY ARE MUMMYS BOYS. They won’t do anything without asking their mother first.

They can be some of the most romantic people ever (if ur lucky). James was definitely one of those romantic guys.

GOLD GOLD GOLD. James Potter was a gold guy thru and thru. Middle Eastern countries have Bazaars filled with gold.

Anyways that’s it :)

[james-sunshine-potter]

When James would get excited over something Regulus did or said, he’d give Regulus pepper kisses all over his face.

Regulus would proceed to blush for hours.

[profoundprincessfics]

Jily Aesthetic

[spiritstar477]

obsessed with james. sirius is looking a bit creepy… oops