#james potter*

[letraspal]

𝐈 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝

[bloodbruise]

college barista james falling in love with college radio host regulus through song.

james tunes into the campus radio every tuesday night—not because he’s really into finding new music, but because regulus is the voice behind it. regulus’ show is all late-night jazz, obscure indie tracks, and that smooth, low commentary that james could listen to for hours. the first time james hears it live, in person at the café, he nearly spills the iced latte he’s making all over himself.

he isn’t completely pathetic, though—he flirts a little, drops hints here and there. memorizes regulus’ favorite drink so it’s always waiting for him when he walks in. asks about why his favorite songs are his favorite. still listens every tuesday as he falls for him more and more.

james has never called into the show—he wouldn’t know what to say—but regulus’ voice still fills his dorm every week.

one night, regulus runs a quiet segment where listeners can request songs and share a few words. james, maybe a little tipsy from the cheap wine he and sirius scored by charming the lady at the corner store, finally decides to call in. he keeps it simple, asking for a song he knows regulus loves—"the only love song he can tolerate," as he once told james. when “the boy” by the smashing pumpkins starts playing, james hears regulus laugh softly into the mic, a sound warmer than any wine. “someone out there has good taste,” regulus says, and james feels his heart skip.

on air, regulus doesn’t let on if he knows it’s james, but the next day, as james makes his usual coffee, regulus gives him a small, knowing smile—like he just might.

[daiziesssart]

i was gonna go to bed but suddenly wanted to draw more paperman jily

[ccccatttta]

selectively mute regulus because of trauma. he saw what being loud did to sirius, so he chose to stay silent, not even a whisper at night.

james who's CODA, seeing him talking in sign language with sirius as they get to the train, and going immediately to him to present himself, and just starting to ramble endlessly, hands moving as fast as lightning, sometimes even babbling from excitement.

regulus just stares at him, it's the first time someone has been that excited from just meeting him. it's so unfamiliar and an insane contrast from how he gets treated at home. it's endearing, and james doesn't stop, goes from one topic to another and asks a million questions.

it's so endearing and bizarre that regulus let's out a little laugh, and it definitely sounds weird, voice raspy and almost gone from years of not using it, but it's still a whisper of a laugh, barely there but loud enough to hear. something he hasn't done in so long he's surprised he can even manage to remember how to do it.

he stops it immediately.

james thinks it's his life mission to hear it again.

[peachrtistic]

i should be sleeping rn but ⭐️🏃‍♂️

[ellecdc]

hello!! its me again😜, I've had this hyperfixation on poly!maraudersx reader x lily trope . I was wondering you can make an ff of like the reader is in another house and is a quidditch player, and theres a match between gryffindor and her perspective house and she feels really anxious because if her house won she would let them down and if gryffindor won she would feel guilty ro celebrate with them. 🩷🩷

this was a very cute idea!! thank you for the prompt <3

poly!marauders + Lily x fem!reader who plays for Hufflepuff [1.2k words]

CW: reader is in Hufflepuff, no house rivalry between our lovers

This game had been causing you more anxiety than you cared to admit.

Somehow, this far into your relationship with the Gryffindor’s, you haven’t had to play against the Gryffindor house since the season started, which seemed very odd considering they were one of only three teams that you could play.

But alas, you had managed to avoid the awkwardness of not only cheering against your partners’ team, but actually playing against two of them for a blissful stretch of time. 

Your luck had run out, however, and you could avoid it no longer as the Hufflepuff keeper. 

You found yourself in a tough position; if Hufflepuff lost, you’d feel horribly traitorous to be celebrating the Gryffindor team, but you couldn’t not celebrate when two of your boyfriend’s played for the team. However, if Hufflepuff won, you’d feel terribly guilty celebrating, feeling as though you were rubbing your victory in their faces. 

Either way, you were bound to lose.

So when Hufflepuff won, your feet had barely touched the ground before you were leaping from your broom and racing off the pitch, bypassing the showers at the quidditch pitch and fleeing to your dormitory, quickly showering and changing and making it to the kitchens before the no doubt raucous after-party could begin in the Hufflepuff common room.

This was better, you decided. This way you wouldn’t be rubbing your win in your partners’ faces; Remus and Lily wouldn’t have to worry about hurting Sirius and James’ feelings, and Sirius and James wouldn’t have to pretend to be happy for your sake. 

“Should Miss not be in her dormitory to celebrate?” Feenky asked as you watched her prepare a batch of pumpkin juice. 

“It’s just a party of one tonight, Feenky.” You reassured her. If she seemed unconvinced, she didn’t mention it.

“Well, Feenky thinks that Feenky has something for an athlete such as yourself around here somewhere.” She mumbled mostly to herself as she abandoned her task to search for something in some sort of storage closet. 

“There you are, angel!” You heard James shout, startling you so badly that you flinched almost violently and sent a mug of pumpkin juice toppling off of the kitchen island that you were leaning against.

With a lazy flick of her wand (and a haughty smirk), Lily quickly righted your cup and set it gently back down on the island before it could make contact with the ground. 

You grimaced as you turned to face your four partners, ready to be scolded for running off the pitch without saying hello to anyone, for winning the game, or for hiding, you weren’t sure. But you found your mouth falling open in shock as you turned to see your four Gryffindor’s completely decked out in Hufflepuff colours. 

“Wha-” You started, but quickly had the air knocked out of you when Sirius pulled you into him and spun you around.

“You were fucking fantastic!” He exclaimed as he put you back down onto your feet, hardly giving you a chance to catch your breath before he was pulling you in for a searing kiss.

It was only when you finally pulled away from Sirius (only to be pulled backwards into James’ front) did you notice that his hair was still wet from his own post-game shower.

“What are you guys doing down here?” You managed finally.

“We rushed after the game to come down for your after-party!” James responded for you, pressing a kiss to your jaw before relinquishing his hold on you when Lily came in for her own. 

“You really did look phenomenal out there, darling.” She murmured before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I wasn’t surprised, though. If anyone can give these two a well earned run for their money, it’s you.” 

“Thank Merlin.” Remus muttered with a fond eye roll, ignoring one indignant ‘oi!’ from James and one ‘we duel at dawn, Moony’ from Sirius as he leaned over to press a kiss to the crown of your head. “I’m so proud of you.” He continued earnestly.

“You guys aren’t upset?” You asked, hating how small you sounded. Hating even more the way the four of them nearly recoiled in surprise before sharing confused glances with one another.

“Upset?” Sirius repeated bemusedly. “Why on earth would we be upset?” 

You shrugged your shoulders in an attempt to appear nonchalant as your face heated up nearly painfully in embarrassment. “Well…I-”

“Angel,” James cooed as he placed a hand on each of your upper arms and forced you to look at him, “did you think we were going to be upset that you beat us?”

“Well-” You attempted to explain, but Lily interjected.

“Can you blame the poor girl? You two are not gracious losers in the slightest.” She taunted, squealing when Sirius jabbed his fingers into her sides and tickled her in punishment for ‘the absolute slander you ridiculous, beautiful witch’.

“Nah.” James offered casually. “I’m happy to lose to our girl any day. Everyone else better watch their backs, though.”

“You guys are insane.” You sighed not unhappily, leaning back into James’ embrace as he nestled his face into the juncture of your neck.

“Is that why you’re hiding in here, dove? You weren’t going to celebrate at all?” Remus asked you softly, and Lily and Sirius both paused in their banter in order to tune back into the conversation. 

“It felt sort of…rude…” You admitted shyly, and Remus’ fond ‘awe’ and Lily’s saccharine ‘our sweet girl’ did nothing to tame the fire now roaring beneath your cheeks as James tightened his embrace around your middle and spun you around.

“Well now we’re just going to celebrate you that much harder! Our sweet little puffle.” He nearly sang as he placed you back onto your feet, Sirius arching his brow and gesturing to himself. 

“You haven't commented on how good we look, dollface.”

You weren’t even sure where they all got Hufflepuff jumpers, cardigans, and scarves from, but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask when they looked so sodding cute.

“I think I look smashing in yellow.” Sirius continued simply, nodding at his own decree as he looked to the rest of you for agreement. 

“Honestly? I think it might be Rem’s new colour.” Lily stated earnestly, and the four of you got to watch Remus blush furiously as you all fussed over how well he wore the colour yellow. 

“Alright, alright. Enough chit chat.” Remus demanded; both an attempt to redirect the conversation from himself and an attempt to leave the kitchens. “We have a party to attend and a Hufflepuff to celebrate.” 

You accepted his extended hand and he pulled it up to his lips for a kiss before the five of you made your way out of the kitchens and followed the sounds of the thrumming bass pulsing from your common room.

[luveline]

hey! i wanted to request r with a best friend!marauder, and she feels guilty for being a clingy/touchy bsf? eg. always holds hands and loops arms together and loves hugs. but said marauder comforts her? thank you jadey

The steps off of the bus feel especially steep on just four hours sleep. You’re not dizzy, but when James offers his hand from the ground, you accept it. Much less scary to know he could catch you if you slipped. 

“I’m surprised we weren’t holding hands already,” he says, giving yours a squeeze as you land, and pulling you to the side where the already departed rugby team and their family members wait for their luggage to be retrieved from the bus’ belly.

“Oh, I know,” you say. There’s an odd awkwardness to it that you’re trying to bury. 

James is used to you. Your hand in his is casual, perhaps a little too much for company, but it’s just hand-holding. You like feeling that he’s near, the slight chill of British summer more readily suffered with his palm against yours. He runs hot. 

He lets your joined hands swing gently with the wait, doesn’t bother letting it go until the luggage is all out. James grabs his duffel bag and your suitcase, and everyone makes their way to the hotel. It’s late —the team were expecting to be here much sooner but there had been a punctured tire, and then an accident on the M4. James will have to play the game tomorrow with less hours of sleep than intended, but he’ll play well. 

“You’re uncharacteristically quiet,” James says a little later, when you’ve shoved your suitcase under the double bed. He turns off the big light. 

“That is an uncharacteristically large word.” 

“Loser,” he says, pushing down the blankets to sit next to you. He rubs his mouth and nose, then he turns to you, all business. “You are quiet, though. What’s the matter? Still feel poorly?” 

“I feel fine.” 

“You look awful.” He winces at his own harshness. “You look upset, sorry. And you still have sleep in your eyes, let me–”

You sigh and tilt your head up for him to scratch the sleep from your eye. For a moment, it’s quiet, just your face in his hand, his fingernail against the delicate inside of your eye. “Do you ever think we’re too close?” 

“Not really. Sometimes when you kick me in your sleep, maybe.” He takes back his hands. 

“You don’t care that I’m, like, constantly on you? I don’t know, like earlier, when you helped me off of the bus. Most friends wouldn’t keep holding on to each other after, but we do.” 

“Most friends wouldn’t take a nine hour bus just to see me play an away game, so…” James gives you a little poke in the ribs. “But we aren’t friends, we’re best friends. So what if we want to hold hands? That’s our business.” 

You frown. “You really don’t care? Even when I’m harassing you for hugs and stuff?” Nausea sits in your chest, waiting for him to say, Yeah, actually, the hugging is a bit much. 

“Babe, I love you,” James says, his glasses slipping down his nose as he gives a shake of the head. His eyebrows are pinched in confusion, but his mouth is softening. “How long have you been thinking about this?” 

“I just don’t want to be a burden.” 

“You’re never a burden.” He opens his arms. 

You crawl into his embrace, reassured by his chin where it digs into your forehead, and his warm voice. 

“You don’t bother me. We bother each other, right? We fight like kids. I love it, I wouldn’t trade our friendship for anything.” He pauses. Hums. “‘Cept a Big Mac. I’m starving, I can’t believe we got stuck on the motorway like that.” 

“You’d trade me for a Big Mac?” 

“In a moment of weakness.” 

His smile curves against your head. His arms settle on your back. It’s the same as every other hug you’ve shared, warm and easy. “I wouldn’t,” he murmurs, “I don’t know why you’re worried about being too much, but don’t bother. You’re touchy, I’m touchy, we’re affectionate people.” 

“I spent too long on that stupid bus,” you say, dropping your flushed face into his shoulder. 

“You definitely did. Why would I care about you hugging me too much?” His hand moves gently up and down. “You give the best hugs around.” 

[fiasco95]

Regulus, studying in the library and muttering to himself,

James, slipping into the seat next to him with a piece of string, holds Regulus’ left hand and slips the ring off his ring finger.

Regulus: What-

James, measuring Regulus’ ring finger with the string: Mhm.

Regulus: The fuck-

James nodding as he picks up the ring and string, suddenly sprints out of the library: 🏃🏾‍♂️🏃🏾‍♂️💨💨

Regulus: ?!?!?!???

Regulus: WHAT WAS THE POINT OF MEASURING IT IF YOU WERE GOING TO TAKE OFF WITH MY RING ANYWAY YOU FUCK—

Later…

Sirius: What’s with the string and ring?

James, in gollum’s voice: My precious…..

Sirius: ?????Okay???

[we-r-loonies]

fuck all romance except from what harry potter's dead dad, and harry potter's dead godfather's dead emo brother have got going on.

[my-castles-crumbling]

trouble - september 7th - jegulus microfic - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 211

"Jamie?"

James looked up from his food, concentration broken by the two syllables, eyes wide and almost desperate. "Yeah?" he asked breathlessly, stopping mid-sentence from what he was saying to Remus and turning completely around to see Regulus standing there.

"Slytherin's run out of treacle tart and I want a piece. Can I have yours?" Regulus asked, voice sad, perfect eyebrow raised and face in an innocent pout.

James's reaction was immediate. It didn't matter that treacle tart was his favorite. It didn't matter that he'd been looking forward to this food all day. It didn't matter that he had frozen, fork half-sunken into the delicious treat. He just grabbed the plate and handed it to Regulus, grinning happily and saying, "Of course, baby. Enjoy!"

"Thanks, love," Regulus said softly, smile playing on his lips, swooping in to press a kiss to his cheek before heading back to his friends.

James, of course, sat there, pink-faced and a bit dazed, staring off after him. He didn't move until he heard Remus chuckling. "What?" he asked, turning to look at him.

"Nothing, mate," Remus shook his head, rolling his eyes. "You're in trouble, that's all."

"As if you don't act the same way around Sirius," James retorted, but he was still beaming.

[ultravioletbrit]

“cigarette” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 262 words

Regulus is smoking on the balcony when James comes to stand beside him at the railing. Regulus slides his pack of cigarettes over to James who takes one and lights it before sliding the pack back to Regulus.

“Thank you.” James says.

Regulus hums in response. James takes a long inhale but instead of exhaling like a normal person, James tilts his head back and blows out small breaths making the smoke come out in several little puffs.

“You’re an idiot.” Regulus scoffs.

“Thank you.” James says again.

“That wasn’t a compliment.” Regulus tells him.

“Anything from you is a compliment. And I’ll always thank you for it.” James leans in to bump Regulus’ shoulder.

“You’re ridiculous.” Regulus pushes him away.

“Thank you.” James grins at him.

Regulus turns to scowl at James and James’ grin only gets bigger. They enter a weird sort of staring contest that Regulus knows he won’t be able to maintain before he does something stupid like push James off the balcony or kiss him senseless. He’s not sure which he’d prefer at the moment so instead he just rolls his eyes and turns back to the railing.

“You’re insufferable.” He mumbles.

“Thank you.” James smirks.

Regulus looks back at James and narrows his eyes curiously. He tilts his head to the side and thinks for a moment.

“You have beautiful eyes.” Regulus tells him.

“Tha… wait what?!” James sputters then just stares at Regulus dumbfounded.

Regulus smirks victoriously, puts out his cigarette and turns to go inside.

“Bye James.” He says cheekily over his shoulder as James stands frozen at the railing.

[ecstarry]

@jegulus-microfic / trophy / 198 words / first kiss

“What do you want? A trophy?” Regulus scoffed.

“Something like that, yeah,” James took a step closer, a smirk on his face. 

“I’m not patient enough to guess, James.”

“A kiss, Regulus,” he said teasingly. 

Regulus felt a blush creeping up his cheeks and quickly responded before James could notice, “Whatever, get it over with.”

It was like slow motion—he watched as James leaned down, felt his hands finally touch the back of his neck, one hand tangling in his curls, the other gently holding his face. And then, James' lips pressed softly against his. 

Oh.

They had been driving each other mad for months, swearing they couldn’t stand one another. Maybe it had always been this—the denial, the frustration, all building up because deep down, this was what they both wanted. Regulus knew it now, maybe he’d known from the first moment he laid eyes on James Potter, or perhaps from the first time he heard him laugh. But now, tasting him, feeling him this close, there was no denying it. 

James pulled back slightly, their lips still barely touching. “Regulus,” he whispered.

“Not yet, don’t stop,” Regulus breathed.

He wanted James. He wanted all of him.

[lyraaawsworld]

“Marlene and James like it when people are mean to them” i say into the microphone as

the crowd starts cheering i walk off and i hear this.

“She’s right” Dorcas and regulus say with a nod

[journeyfoot]

No ones taking him from youuuu 😭😭

[ccccatttta]

biblically accurate james and barty

[wolfstar-otp]

I know as a fandom we have collectively agreed that James = sun, Sirius = star and Remus = moon but I just saw this and instantly thought of Peter as the cloud since the cloud takes away the sun and blocks the moon and star from view of each other just like Peter took away James and kept Sirius and Remus from each other. Also, clouds bring a downfall of rain just as Peter brought about the downfall of the marauders