#subject: james potter

[betweendyingstars]

Artist Regulus painting his lovers

This is a DTIYS I’m hosting on instagram to celebrate 1k, so if you’d like to join go find me on there!

[regulusarcturusblacklives]

I headcanon trans regulus Black, and you know how the stairs on the girls dorm turns into a slide if a boy tries to go up, I feel like as soon as regulus stepped his little trans ass on those stairs in first year hogwarts was just like. No. You are boy. LEAVE!!

[aslyran]

Looking out for a sign

[siriusblackdevotee]

James and Sirius get so turned on by watching each other violently torment Severus like every other normal hormonal teenagers and yk what, once they even ended up making out mid-bullying him.

Severus is like, severely injured, limbs bound so he can't fight back, confused and disgusted (not homophobia, just hatred for James and Sirius) as he's forced to watch them kiss but hey, at least he's not getting beat up!

[florsial]

Based on this i made

lets see how gay I can get, btw this was taken from a current personal wip of mine lol

-Painter!James Potter x Art Subject!Regulus Black

-Reference

"Where my skin lies bare and clear. Your hands brush close, desire so severe."

Where most of the people find their comforts within the presence of others, James feels the soothing from the hard wood stick presses against his hand. He hears nothing but the soft press of his brush against the canvas and his own breathing. It reminds him that he is the only one. The only one who would witness the final piece resulted in his hard work. He can’t bring himself to mind much though. James knew only he would understand the sweat and aches that formed the painting, therefore, only he could ever appreciate the beauty it is.

He needed no model, for he could see it truly in his head. A beautiful figure, a man to suit his desired taste, of dark curls and a flexible body elegantly draped over the black couch that sits in his very art studio, a stark contrast against their deathly pale skin. The man was scarcely dressed, his intimacy only covered in the loose material of crimson silk that flowed down his white thighs. His eyes bore a passion that James had never witnessed before and yet, he was somehow able to paint it perfectly to how it felt.

When he sets the brush down, for the last time, he feels like a boulder has been lifted from his shoulder. The painting was exactly like how he envisioned it. A beauty of elegance and passion. Just as how James wanted it to be.

[aj-lenoire]

i do not enjoy harry potter anymore and even when i did, snape was not a character i ever liked, but for some reason my ‘for you’ page is just full of dedicated snape stan accounts and i hate it

[enbysiriusblack]

i'm writing essays for university rn and i keep writing in little puns/jokes. because my theory is if the marker is in a good mood (from laughing at my brilliant jokes) then they'll give me a better grade, right??

and i've just realised. the marauders (james, sirius, remus, and peter) would so do that. for every single essay/assignment.

[incandescentwarmth]

Marauders Era Characters as Mitski Songs

James - Love Me More, Washing Machine Heart, I Don't Smoke, Class of 2013

Remus - Star, A Pearl, The Frost

Sirius - Heaven, Come into the Water

Regulus - My Body's Made of Crushed Little Stars, Working for the Knife, Last Words of a Shooting Star

Pandora - Fireworks

Lily - Wife, I Want You

Mary - Abbey

Marlene - Blue Light

Barty - Townie, Remember My Name

Dorcas - Geyser

Evan - Carry Me Out

Peter - Jobless Monday

Bonus wolfstar as Two Slow Dancers

[0-l-b]

Marauders/Slytherin skittles (Olympians) and others as songs pt. 1

From <<GUTS>> by Olivia Rodrigo : All-american bitch - Sirius Black Lacy - Sunseeker / starchaser / jegulus, both povs depending on the moments but mostly Regulus' one Ballad of homeschooled girl - Regulus or Evan maybe also James Making the bed - Regulus or Remus Logical - Pandora's writing this in a diary during/after a toxic relationship probably Get him back ! - Rosekiller during their "break up" Love is embarrassing - Pandora to Lily Grudge - Bellatrix to Rita when she published "the dark secrets of the Black house" article. Pretty isn't pretty - Marlene McKinnon in her journal. Teenage dream - Dorcas and/or Lily Bad idea right ? - it's screaming Sunseeker/starchaser after every fight or when they "try" to avoid getting caught by Sirius. Vampire - Narcissa when Lucius tells her he only with her because of his parents and also Sirius "drama queen" Black when he learned that everyone lied to him about Jegulus

[kiwi2229]

Fighting for control

(James Potter / Regulus Black | 1 333 words)

For @jegulus-microfic prompt: shade

CW: eating disorder, brief mention of past child abuse

It’s not that Regulus doesn’t like food. He can appreciate a tasty meal. In the other universe he likes to think would probably be a good cook. So, it’s not food that’s the issue. He is also not struggling with his weight. He is lucky enough to have good genes, so this was never an issue.

He is not sure when it started. Sure, his mother sometimes made them go to bed without dinner if they were misbehaving. He got used to it. She was always careful not to cross any dangerous line. So sooner or later he got his meal.

Then he came to Hogwarts where was no Walburga. He did great in class. Regulus thinks that classes could be more challenging, they could offer more advanced classes for students to take. So, he wouldn’t have to study alone when he wanted to learn more. He is the best seeker in school. It’s not like he is bragging. It’s a simple fact. The only game he did not catch a golden snitch was when he got injured during the game and that was hardly his fault. He is lucky enough to have good friends and a kind boyfriend. And no one knows what was happening behind the closed doors of the Gimmauld place.

For outside observers, it seems like Regulus has a great life. So what that he sometimes skips a lunch or dinner. He has things to do, books to read, and quidditch to play.

That’s how it all started. He found out how much more time he has with skipping meals. And the hunger never bothered him. He learned if you hold on for a while the hunger goes away. It’s fascinating how you can trick your body. How you can go against the basic urge and suppress it. Becoming the master of your body. When the world felt like too much, like something you can’t ever beat, Regulus could always control his body.

From what was the convenience of timesaving became a challenge. He felt satisfaction if he managed to skip breakfast and lunch on the same day and have only an apple for dinner. Sometimes he pushed too far. It was hard to know the line. He felt weak and lightheaded, and it took him hours to find out what was the reason. Sometimes his stomach didn’t cooperate and even though he wanted to eat he couldn’t stomach it.

No one noticed. Sure, his friends asked about it from time to time when he skipped a meal. But the lies came easily to Regulus. With his whole life living with Walburga, it was as easy as breathing. I already ate; I will eat later; I’m going to the kitchen do you want something? (When he never went there), faking eating or eating the smallest portions possible.

Easy. Until he started dating James. Unfortunately, this boy had to pay attention to him. No one ever did before. He started skipping meals altogether because James was watching how much he ate when he was there. Why couldn’t just leave this topic alone? It’s not like Regulus is doing anything dangerous. He learned how to balance on the line long time ago. It made him mad when James started bringing him food whenever Regulus didn’t come to the great hall.

“Can you just stop?” Regulus snapped at him one evening. Instead of having a nice time together, James was now holding a bowl of baked potatoes he sneaked out from dinner.

“What am I doing?” James answered obviously started by the harsh tone.

Regulus’ otherwise grey eyes turned into a dark shade. Does really James think he is this stupid? He doesn’t need anyone's help he is completely okay, thank you very much. “Oh, don’t play dumb with me. You know! Always asking about my food schedule, or if I ate. If I tell you I did, you won’t believe me. Watching how much I put on my plate like I’m not capable of feeding myself! How about you mind your own fucking business!” Regulus spits out every word. He even surprised himself how a simple question made him angry. He never got this angry at James.

The other boy watches him surprised by the outburst. If Regulus spots one glimpse of pity he will bite his head off. James seems to sense the mood, so he chooses his next words carefully. “I’m just worried, love.” He whispers.

Regulus throws his hands in the air. “There is no reason to be worried.”

James looks at him softly. When he speaks next, it’s firm but still full of kindness, which Regulus is sure he doesn’t deserve. “So, you are telling me, love, that if I start eating the same way you do, I would be completely okay?”

The silence is loud. There is a no on the tip of his tongue. If he says it, he will be admitting that he has a problem. If this is a problem, he will have to start doing something with it. He will have to start eating more. And only this thought fills him up with panic. If he says yes, James will start eating the same way Regulus does just to prove a point. And he doesn’t want James to starve. He doesn’t want James to starve himself just because of Regulus. The same way Regulus does. He does, doesn’t he? The realisation hits him hard.

“No,” Regulus admits. The moment James brings him into his arms he feels the tears run down his cheeks. He is mad at himself for not lying better. He is mad at James for caring about him. He is scared because James knows now. And he will want Regulus to do better. He will tell him to eat more. And Regulus will lose the only control he has. “I don’t know what to do.” He whispers into James’ chest.

Regulus half expected James to be mad at him. To not want to be with someone broken as Regulus. But the boy just holds him close, fingers brushing through Regulus’ hair whispering I love you.

“Okay,” James says when Regulus calms down. This is it. Regulus feels dizzy as he waits for James to speak up. To say what he wants Regulus to do. Will he make Regulus eat more? Sit with him at the great hall? Select portions of the food he will have to eat?

Regulus holds his breath. “Merlin, you look like I want to hurt you,” James whines reaching out to hold his hand.

“I’m sorry. It’s just… complicated.”

“I know, love. And we can talk about it if you want to. But for now how about this? The only thing I will ask you is not to lie to me. Can you do that for me? If I ask you if you ate today or how much you will tell me the truth. And in return, I promise I won’t push you into anything. I won’t be mad; I won’t need the reason why. I just want to know. And then I will ask you if you think it’s enough. And if you say it is, I will leave it.”

Regulus thinks about it. He would prefer it if no one knew. But this is an acceptable option. He probably won’t be able to get better by himself. He nods.

James kisses his forehead. “Okay. Let’s try it. How much did you eat today?”

Regulus looks down. Today was not a good day. Or it was in terms of avoiding food. “I had a carrot for lunch.”

James waits for Regulus to continue but Regulus doesn’t. Because that’s it. James is clearly trying to hide his dismay at how little he ate. Still, Regulus feels James’ arms tighten around him protectively.

“Do you think it’s enough?”

Regulus sinks into James' arms eyeing the bowl James brought for him. “I can eat a potato.”

They will take it step by step. Fighting inner demons. Together.

[wordsofwilderness]

Silver Secrets yapping: bits I'm looking forward to sharing

There are SO many scenes, snippets and plot lines that I'm jumping up and down over in this fic. I've already been unable to hold back posted a few early versions of scenes and a snippet here and there as I write. Though, oddly enough it's rarely those parts that are my very favorites. First of because it's often the bits that build on top of everything before it and therefor just doesn't make sense separated from it and second of because so far I've actually be able to hold back on those (I'm very prod of myself for that 😅).

But in the most non-spoilery I can put it:

Chapter 4: *evil gremlin noises*

The chapter with the Closet Talk scene: holy fuck you all don't even know, the things that come before?? the things that come right after??

Chapter 9: Right, yes, I’m okay. This is okay. Totally. Definitely. Yup. I’m coping.

Chapter 15: I fear I might die from fluff overdose

Chapter 30-32: I fear I might die

[jegulily-stuff]

Just wondering! In your opinion do you hc James as bi or pan ? Cos it's sort of a mini debate, not that he needs a label. And if so are jegulily the holy trinity of bisexuals...?

#jegulily asks

i guess firstly how are you defining those as different? 'bisexual' is almost never used in real life to not mean attraction to all genders. (common opinion i think is that pansexuality is attraction regardless of gender whereas bisexuality is active attraction to all genders but thats subjective)

the individual's opinion is the main difference between these labels and often what's important with labels generally since theyre artificial boxes attempting to describe individual experiences. and that means my objective view isnt the same as what the characters own opinion might be

canon era james doesnt have access to the term pansexual as it comes from the 1990s (rip), only bisexual is an option. and while i do think he'd like the modern idea of attraction regardless of gender i think in his era that's what bisexual means to him (he's more likely than reg to have access to and be comfortable using newly coined muggle terms).

modern james might prefer pansexual. i think he might even see himself as both with bisexual being an umbrella term

objectively from an external perspective i might give him the microlabel that means attracted to femininity regardless of gender/sex (which is mine too) but i don't see him as the kind of guy who goes searching for a microlabel. he doesnt feel like he doesn't belong or doesnt know who he is so he's pretty relaxed about the whole thing

[lesbianjackies]

what if regulus & mary raised harry potter together and then kinda fell in love about it🧍‍♀️

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

AU where the marauders are all teachers at Hogwarts and they do dumb shit

James/Marlene: Quidditch/Flying instructors

Remus/Barty: DADA

Peter: transfiguration

Sirius: astronomy

Mary: Arithmancy

Lily: charms

Evan: ancient runes

Dorcas: history

Regulus: astrology

Pandora: divination

[tavsianus]

I find it very interesting that the whole fandom (or most) collectively decided that James's best subject was Transfiguration. Like, why that one in particular? I know that the other subject that's believed that he was good at is Flying since he's a Quidditch Player but what about Transfiguration? Is it mostly because he's an Animagus and/or has a connection to McGonagall since he's from Gryffindor? What about Herbology, Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures, Ancient Runes or any other classes?

[kquil]

JAMES POTTER | BOUDOIR PHOTOSHOOT

sum. : you have your bridesmaids show James, your, now, husband, polaroid samples from your boudoir photoshoot on your wedding night while you enjoy his reactions from afar

quick note : boudoir is a photography style showcasing sensual, romantic and even erotic images of the subject person. It showcases and celebrates the person's beauty and sexuality.

tags. : marrying james potter ; fluff ; kinda spicy ; you have the best bridesmaids ; inspired by a tiktok ; james is the perfect man for you ; wedding day! ; james loves your body ; no mentions of specific body type; james can't wait for his wedding 'night' ; shy reader shows her wild side~

length : 2k

navi. | more james potter

In preparation for your wedding day, you participated in a boudoir photoshoot. You were marrying the man of your dreams, the most perfect man for you, James Potter. It was your way of expressing your love, to show him how confident and beautiful he made you feel. Not a day goes by without him whispering an affectionate ‘I love you’ into your ear or expressing how beautiful he finds you despite the imperfections you nitpick along the lines of your body. He doesn’t let your toxic, self-deprecating thoughts linger for long; he loves every beautiful inch of you and he’s not afraid to show it, especially when you make love together. He loves you unconditionally and makes you want for nothing more in life. With him, you’re always content. 

This was a thank you to him for loving you so wholeheartedly and to showcase the beauty you were able to find in yourself because of him. You worked with your bridesmaids to pick out the perfect set of lingerie to wear for the photo shoot and had the most amazing photographer guiding you throughout. She was the perfect balance of encouragement, support and positive energy. And she was so respectful too. You were always the shy type so the beginning was quite wobbly but you eventually found your flow and it ended on such a high note. As promised, she created a beautiful photo album of the pictures you approved and made small Polaroid samples of the ones you wanted your bridesmaids to ambush James with on your wedding night. 

The shoot was weeks ago and now you were on the evening of your Wedding day. Everyone was dancing around, having a fun time, James’ close friends were a good level of tipsy with several of the guests congregating around the wedding live-painter to admire her work. It wasn’t ready yet but you made sure to check on her and keep her well-fed throughout the night; she was a guest too and was doing something incredible for your wedding, it was the least you could do. 

You fondly eye James as he dances with your family, a bright smile on his face. You still remember walking down the aisle, smiling at him as he wipes at his eyes, sniffling wetly at the sight of you but he was grinning the entire time. Neither of you has stopped smiling the whole day, you believe. It really was the perfect wedding.     

“Are you ready, Mrs Potter?” Lily whispers teasingly, trying to suppress a giggle as she flattens a Polaroid sample of your boudoir shoot to her chest. Your other bridesmaids, Marlene, Mary, Dorcas and Alice have also come to surround you, mischievous grins on their faces as they each tightly hold onto a Polaroid sample, making sure that it wouldn’t be seen by anyone but the intended target by holding it close to their chests. 

Biting your lip, you temper a wide grin and nod. They squeal and turn to one another with a buzz in their veins, “Just like we planned ladies,” Alice giggles before they all nod and split up with Marlene heading straight for James. You don’t know what photo any of the girls have but Lily informed you that they formed an order from least to most scandalous. It was devious but a good plan. You move to stand in view of James so you can see his reaction to each photo from afar, the girls also hold up their phones to record his reaction from up close so they can send you the video later on. 

James was dancing along happily, not having drunk a single drop of alcohol as he wanted to savour every moment of his wedding ceremony. He wanted to remember everything! He was also pretty sure he didn’t need alcohol to feel drunk, the electric feeling in the air was all he needed to fly high above the clouds. He’s never been so happy his entire life; he married the woman of his dreams and she let him give her his last name. He feels complete. And he was still riding that high when Marlene came up to him with a Cheshire grin on her face. 

“Yohooo~ Jamsiekins!” James rolls his eyes but smiles at her nonetheless.

“Yes, McKinnon?” a small bolt of worry flashes through him, “Is my wife okay?”

“She’s perfect! She actually wanted me to give you a present~” James raises a brow and tries to look for you in the crowd but is unsuccessful when Marlene steps closer, her phone raised and flips the Polaroid that was pressed to her chest at him. He gives it a brief glance, barely registering the image before going slackjawed and doing a double take. The second time, he looks at it longer and with wide eyes, wanting to imprint the entire image into his brain. 

“So beautiful…” James trails off, staring longingly at the image of you in a see-through nightgown leaning against the windowsill with your hair beautifully done and your beauty on show under the gentle sun. He stutters in place when Marlene flips the Polaroid again. He looks at her like a hurt puppy, “Is th-that for me? C-can I keep it?” He reaches for the Polaroid and thankfully, Marlene surrenders it without a fuss. He grins and kisses the photo before tucking it into his blazer's breast pocket, “Thank you~” 

“Pleasure doing business with you, Mr Potter,” Marlene salutes him with two fingers before marching off to pull Sirius away from the buffet table and onto the dance floor. James chuckles at her antics before looking through the crowds until he meets your shy eyes. His gaze softens with affection at your bashful demeanour and he sets out a clear path towards you. 

But he’s stopped by Alice who has another Polaroid and also has her phone raised. She, too, shows him the Polaroid of you, this time laid across a bed and sweetly looking into the camera at your side with a hidden smile, a lacy, see-through slip dress draping over your figure. His eyes linger on the curve of your spine and the perfect roundness of your butt. He can make out the small, lacy set you wear underneath and he swears he’s found heaven on earth. His hands immediately go up to cover the Polaroid from both sides as he bites his bottom lip to suppress a feral scream. 

“God, I’m so lucky…” he looks up at Alice from behind the camera, which perfectly captures the lovestruck look in his eyes and the soft blush on his cheeks, “That’s my wife…she’s my wife” he sounds breathless and giddy, making Alice laugh before surrendering the Polaroid. She sends you the video of James before looking for Frank and silently wishing the rest of the girls luck. 

James quickly puts Alice’s polaroid into his breast pocket too and returns on his path to you. But he barely makes it two steps forward before Lily ambushes him with another Polaroid and a phone to his face. He wants to smile like a madman but his dropped jaw makes it too difficult. He immediately snatches the photo and cradles it preciously, admiring your beauty once more. You’re scandalously raising your nightgown to showcase your cute, lace panties, a matching garter belt and thigh highs as you innocently look at the camera with glossy, smiling lips. 

“Ho-ly. Shit…” he swallows hard and begins to pant like an animal in heat, “Oh my– fuck!” he holds the Polaroid to his chest with reddening cheeks and wild eyes. He sags comically, dramatically showing how he’s close to collapsing on the spot. He’s seeing an entirely new side of you, not that he’s complaining, he just wasn’t prepared. A feral, primitive instinct builds up from within him. He desperately fights it and the urge to savagely take you in front of everyone, “She’s trying to kill me! This isn’t fair! She’s so sexy!” Lily giggles maniacally at him and pats his shoulder as if to wish him luck and James both dreads and is excited about what may come next. 

He’s soon stopped by Dorcas. This time his brows fly up to his hair line and he forgets to breathe. His hands instinctively shield the photo as he bends down to observe the small image so closely his nose touches the film. He pulls back and releases a heavy breath before leaning in again with the same shocked but appreciative look on his flushed face.

“Woah!” he looks around frantically as if he’s doing something he isn’t supposed to do and looks at the picture of you for a third time, trying hard not to groan at the tightening in his trousers. The image is of you from behind, draped over a decorative vintage sofa with your ass in the air, there’s no see-through nightgown, only a red lacy number with a garter belt and thigh highs. He berates himself for the dirty scene that flashes in his mind; he’s perfectly positioned behind you, his hands gripping your hips as he grinds his— 

“Keep it in your pants,” Dorcas laughs at him as she walks away, her phone still raised at him. 

“You’re not making it very easy for me!” James huffs in mock anger, hastily pocketing his fourth Polaroid that night.

When Mary comes up to him with the same routine, James doesn’t know whether he groans from suppressed excitement or dread at making a fool of himself in front of you for a fifth time. He knows you're watching him and seeing his reactions closely from the videos the girls were taking. And, although he wants to be a gentleman, you’ve always gotten such a big reaction from him over the littlest things, it’s only natural he gets worked up over scandalous images of you too. 

This photo of you was the most scandalous and immediately stole James’ breath away. It’s a top-down view of you on a bed with half-lidded eyes, your bra unclasped and in the process of slipping off if it weren’t for your arm coming across your chest to stop it. The position, however, only further accentuates your cleavage and his eyes linger on the delicious sight for an embarrassingly long time. Your other hand reaches down and fingers just beneath your panty line, a suggestive action he desperately wants you to recreate for him in private later. You looked ripe and ready to be eaten alive and James would gladly jump at the opportunity. It’s the perfect snapshot of you just before he devours you whole. The photo has him reaching to unbuckle his belt but he resists and snatches it up instead, panting like a dog with a wild glint in his hazel eyes. “This better be the last one of my wife or else I’m punching a wall,” Mary shakes her head at him with a laugh, “it’s not funny! I’m going crazy!”

With a wink, Mary confirms that it’s the last one and tilts her head in your direction. Without wasting another second, James rushes to you, his beautiful bride, dressed in white. It was the best day of his life but he wants it to hurry up and be over already so he can finally have you to himself. All polaroids are tucked safely into his inner blazer pocket as he wraps you up in his arms and buries his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder. “I’m going mad over you, love,” he voices with a hidden growl to his voice, kissing and sucking at your exposed skin, whilst desperately breathing in the fragrance of you. You’ve never seen him so… animalistic before but it lights a fire inside you that you happily fall into.

“Wait until you see the whole album~” Your comment has him shooting up, away from your neck and leaning into your face. The feral look in his eyes is unmistakable as he whispers against your lips. 

“There’s an entire album of you looking like that?” 

“Yes~ And it’s all for you~” James almost faints on the spot. 

navi. | more james potter

a/n : for those curious, this is the tiktok it was inspired by hehe~ this was a little nsfw but i hope you darlings enjoyed!