#i love james

[thestarsarehome]

Jegulus

james:Loveee im back!!*looking at reg*…oh

regulus: what?

james:You look pale..did you eat something?? Its like 4pm

regulus: yeah ofc

james:

regulus:

james: reg what did you eat?

regulus:coffee:)

james:

regulus:

james:

regulus:

james:

regulus:*starts running away*

james:REGULUS ACTURUS BLACK COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!!!

[violentdelightsthings]

“You’re hesitating, love”

[billi-mausi]

So I might have written a Jegulus fic on this.

This is how you fall in love by adorexmoony

[moonyslatte]

Remus: *interacts with people*

Remus: *has to take a five hour nap*

[marchsfreakshow]

Dreary Dreams In A Window {James Patrick March x Reader}

Drabble

You're sketching stars and shadows in your notebook, James shares your desires to be free in the world.

Fem!reader/almost a part 2 to Dangerously Yours

No one's perspective

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

Fog clouded the windows and so forth the outside that Y/N adored. The sky was her favourite thing, how the moon and the stars changed. The colours always blended together perfectly like the pencils she used on the page. Blue and yellow. Pink and orange. Red always dipped in as an after thought.

The wonders of how to seamlessly draw the wonder dusted sky distracted the ghost once again. She could not stare though. A building always hid the beautiful sky, and no windows to show her the bear bones of the moon glowing all the away above her head.

Soon enough the colours appeared on a page, representing a wish that could not be obtained. A wish of simply walking outside the Hotel Cortez and breathing in the air to her undead lungs. The notebook blended shadows of buildings and the people walking past with a hidden sunset no one stopped and noticed. Like the nightlife in somewhere like LA. Thoughts wandered past her mind as strangers in the night went past the hotel of the dead.

Watercolour reds and blues created a small, hidden background. The art was simple, yet it meant so much to her. Other inhabitants stopped caring about the outside world when they were there after a period of time. She kept caring. Being only dead a few months, her desire to go out grew deeper and so much more meaningful. Even talking to someone who was alive made her feel full.

"I too would like to be free."

"You would?"

"I would indeed my dear."

He sat beside her and held her close. The painting was put down and so was the brush, stained with a pink-tinted blue. The outside was nothing special to her, but she didn't realise how much she would miss it if she was dead. Hours ticked by un-noticed. People swayed in and out. It was dull to the woman.

The moon was her wish. To see the moon shining down on her and her lover. The undead ghosts were bound however. Bound to the horrors of the place. He, was proud of his work. She, just wanted her desire. Not even the lust of her partner could keep her from dreaming when she wanted to dream. The distraction in her mind caused her eyes to fall to the window again.

"Do not linger on a twisted world my love."

"I miss the sun..."

“As do I my dear. But we must learn to accept the darkness.”

Eyes met, and a kiss was exchanged. One simple validation and the ghost turned away from the windows telling her of the world outside. And what had become of the world she will never know. She had love in her hands.

No longer has she got her camera in her hands, taking shadowy photos of beautiful people. She has a simple day. The colours are muted. The colours are greying. They are not as lively as they once were. The Cortez was never so lively.

She had slowly forgotten her dream. Colours faded out, into obscurity. But her comfort, her light was the darkest one of all. Finding sweetness in a man who kissed her, and held her. Maybe a new dream of marrying as a ghost would appear, and create a better Hotel.

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

[dolline]

"Is it just me or is this the longest day of anyone else's life?"

"Well, Certainly not Richard's."

[aghastlymoony]

EXCERPT FROM MY NEW FIC ON AO3!!!

The fifth and final candidate: Regulus Black. Jesus. How does James even begin to describe this man? He’s devilishly beautiful. Devastatingly handsome. Unfairly exquisite. He has pale skin, almost ghostly pale, but somehow it suits him perfectly. His dark hair curls elegantly, short but not too short, long but not past his ears. His eyes are a startling blue-grey, piercing and cold. He looks like a calculated person, like he holds so many secrets behind those eyes. He’s quite thin, and wearing an expensive looking button down shirt. His face is flat, emotionless, straight faced and revealing nothing. He’s hard to read, even for James. The only thing James sees when he looks into Regulus’ eyes is secrets. Just secrets, hidden things about him that James wants to find out, he needs to know him, to crack him open and read his contents, to solve the enigma of a man that stares into the camera.

-The Sorcerer’s Apprentice, by reader192129

[goldrushenthusiast]

the best people always have a bit of both james and regulus in them sorry I don’t make the rules

[wickedwitchofthesouth]

Favourite genre of men? James Potter.

[bartyslut]

star "oh i love it and hate it at the same time, you and i drink poison from the same vine" chaser

[soupstuff]

James Connolly, an NPC I've been designing for a game using @anim-ttrpgs's EUREKA system. I Just got their rule book from their Patreon, and it sounds like an awesome mystery system so far. I'm excited to play around with it!

[kayokojiro]

i don’t make the rules guys sorry

[mistyyweather]

The only reason I still comment Stan Bambi on snape edits is because of the replies I get from snape stans, it’s so funny. I highly suggest doing it

[billi-mausi]

✨JEGULUS masterlist ✨

For Now You Love MeSome Jegulus COMPLETED fic recs, with lil snippets to make you fall in love with them <3

💫 Art Heist, Baby! by @otrtbs

“And then, I realised, it makes sense why yours wouldn’t be up there. You’re bright and vivid and electrifying. I mean you’re a fucking star, Regulus, and I know I didn’t do you nearly enough justice but-”. 

Before he could finish his sentence, Regulus had spun around and crashed his lips onto James’, cutting him off."

💫  just lovers (like we were supposed to be) by @zeppazariel

"You beautiful, mesmerizing, lovely gift of a human being, I'm in love with you," James says, his voice soft. "I am hopelessly, happily in love with you. That's what."

💫  Best Friends Brother by @zeppazariel

"It stays steady. Like them. Like a storm, a lightning strike; like the sun, and the moon. Like four people who love each other so very much in such different ways, who worked so very hard to get the chance to, and they'll keep doing it. It's a choice they'll all keep making."

💫Remember That Night 

"He had the smile that shines, the smile that made James feel afloat. The smile that made James fall into the endless hole of love and landed gracefully. The crush that had begun as a small admiration became love."

 "No one witnessed their love, but the stars and the moon, and they adored it."

💫 quite like us 

"If meeting up in person will do anything, it’ll just make me fall head over heels in love with you."

💫 absent mindedly making me want you

“I haven’t called you Lionheart in a couple of days, I missed it”

“Of course you did”

“Are you saying you didn’t?”

“No comment”

💫 pink lemonade

Regulus looked up at him, confused, “What does it change?”

James smiled, leaning down and bumping their noses together, pressing his forehead against Regulus, “It would work.”James said, “Regardless of how far I am.” 

💫  New Beginnings

“I spent my entire sixth year flirting with you.” Regulus watched as James' brain caught up.

“You did what?!”

“Yeah.”

“Oh I’m such an idiot.”

💫 Don't Blame Me

"For family. For friendship. For love. For Remus Lupin. For Sirius Black. For Regulus Black.

James was made to be a protector and this is the greatest act of protection he can offer them. 

💫 If I Saw Him I’d Still Kiss Him

And James sounds like a train wreck. But he’s Regulus’ train wreck.

“We have forever, love.”

And now, they do.

💫  love, stars, & reasons we don't keep in touch

I haven’t been able to do anything but love you for years now, give me one last chance to prove it to you.

💫 A Full Guide To Gardening For Amateurs

“I love you,” he says and he can see the time slow down and stretch and Regulus’ eyes come to life as he looks at James over and over again. It’s like the death of a thousand stars and watching their rise again and again. James can’t bring himself to breathe and disturb the moment as Regulus’ lips crash against James’.

💫 the summer of 1978

And even though that is all we are now, a memory, two lovers separated by faith and it should have never been any different, my heart will nonetheless forever be stuck in the summer of 1978.

💫 Down at the Wolfbucks Cafe

This was a story of four young men. They’re all as queer as can be and met one day in a cafe. And despite it being debatably unrealistic, at this juncture they’ve all earned something of a happy ending. Because it’s more fun that way.

💫 En Avant

They stayed that way, James holding Regulus, Regulus holding James, until James dropped off to sleep.  And when he woke the next morning, with Regulus curled around him, with light streaming in through the large bay windows, James didn’t feel scared or guilty or angry, he felt like he as exactly where he was supposed to be in that moment.

💫  Amicus Alter Ipse (Complexity)

But when he raises his eyes again, Regulus Black waves his hand at him.

James is smiling before he knows it. He waves back and watches him disappear into the train.

💫 Yeah, My Boyfriend's Pretty Cool (But Not as Cool as Me)

“So you do? Fancy me then?”

 “I won’t date you,” Regulus says quickly, as if that’s going to save him. James nods, still grinning, “Okay.”

“I never said I did.”

💫  I Like Me Better (when i’m with you)

“I’m so sorry for this.” he whispers to James before pulling the boy and putting their lips together. James’ eyes go wide, obviously in shock, but for some reason he wraps his arm on the other’s waist to deepen the kiss.

💫  For Now You Love Me

Regulus glared. “I hate you.”

James winked as he followed him down the corridor. “Yes, but for now, you also love me.”

💫  the week james potter learned a couple of things

“James.”

He stops on his way to the bathroom and turns around once more, slowly. His smile falls.

“I’ve got Amortentia on my hair, don’t I?”

“You’ve got Amortentia on your hair,” Sirius says in unison.

💫  The Catfish & The King

“You don’t have to prove anything, I know who you are,” Regulus refuted.

“Yours. I’m yours.”

“All mine.”

💫 Lead Me Into the Light

“When I told you to explore your sexuality, I meant, like, develop a crush on Remus like the rest of us.”

“The rest of–?” Remus started, his eyes going a little wide.

“Not to go after my brother. My brother? James, my brother!” Sirius whined. “This is– this is like incest!”

💫You got a new life (am I bothering you)

"Yes, this is James, my boyfriend," Regulus blurts out and he glances at James, who quickly masks his bewilderment and nods his head in agreement. Regulus is still clinging on James arm, better yet, he has tightened his grip.

💫boundless by skies (i find you above)

“Let me get this straight,”

Regulus snorts, “Well, it’d be quite the opposite of straight, actually.”

Sirius ignores him, looking intently at James. “You are dating my little brother?”

💫 when the sun sets

“I didn’t say you weren’t,” he frowns, “You just—Everyone takes from you, but you never take from everyone else, I don’t know James, you’re gonna give so much of yourself you’ll be left with nothing one day.” Something in James’ stomach twists, a knot being pressed and prodded at by Regulus, who keeps pushing at James’ walls, trying to find a way in.

(ONESHOTS)

⭐ Of tuxes, sari and nalugu

“James holds him by his pinky as they start making their rounds: seven pheras and seven promises to each other.”

⭐ Petals

“Relieved tears shimmered in the corners of his grey eyes as ferns and violets unfurled in an explosion of movement, signifying sincerity and him being on his soulmate’s mind. Only then did the pieces click into place for James.”

⭐ Completely Gone

“He was just excited to be round someone who loved him.”

⭐ Switch With Me

Regulus habitually sends his brother to lurk around spots certain people are frequenting, instilling a persistent sense of paranoia in them.

Who needs Polyjuice potion if you came with a duplicate?

⭐ like picking wildflowers at midnight

"Regulus Black is beautiful,  this James knows."

⭐  Fighting Drama with Drama

“Black! Did you let him in?”

“He did,” James said proudly, “Because we are Lovers!”

A stunned silence followed.

⭐ Fated chances

“Make sure to look for the hottest person there, I’ll be dressed to impress.

I’ll be sure to look for the same”

⭐ Chasing All the Stars

"And James Potter fell apart in the arms of his fiancée, on the kitchen floor of his parents’ house, grieving the death of his first love."

⭐ I had All and then Some, Most and now None of You

James is 28 now.

The war is not over for him.

He has not known a day of peace, a slither of happiness since Regulus walked out of the house.

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(Please check the warning in all chapters always!)

Enjoy!! :)

[moonyslatte]

Sirius: let’s say you and i are married-

Remus: we’re not married

Sirius: relax it’s just pretend

Remus: i don’t want to pretend

Sirius: what, scared you’ll like it?

Remus:

Sirius:

Lily: are they always like this??

James: yes

[marchsfreakshow]

Clair De Lune [JPM x Reader]

This is based on a story I have in the works and both inspired by a prompt: Deaf!sailor x Syren (siren) In this, James is a sailor and the reader is a syren. :) Fem! Reader

No one's perspective

~~~~~~~~~

She had spotted the lone sailor as his eyes twinkled in the moonlight.

Clair De Lune... he thought to himself. I wish I could be a part of the moon.

The syren stared and stared while thinking of her song. While she thought, which seemed like forever, she had been following the ship and keeping an eye on the sailor. In her thoughts, she felt like Ariel, spying on a sailor she found incredibly handsome. But while watching from a corner, a realisation hit her mind, bringing her imagination back to reality. I won't be able to have him after! I'll have to eat him! It crushed the syren's heart, and she let herself go, sinking down back to the bottom of the sea.

But the sailor was distracted, in the moonlight only, he did not see the siren looking at him lovingly. Another sailor approached the distracted man, sighing heavily to himself. James was always a distracted sailor, constantly looking at the moon when it was the evening, and zoning out when it was cleaning time. This evening was no different. At first, though, it seemed like James was zoning out as usual, but his face told a different story. There were cringes, sighs, and furrows of his eyebrows. All so many emotions for such a man who couldn't even do his job properly.

That's how the accident was caused.

James was daydreaming as usual, what about, no one knows. It was a windy day at sea, and there had been no boats for miles. Good thing the ship had heavy reinforcements, ready in case something came up in the caverns of the deep blue.

Yet the wind crashed and hurled coral, rocks, and grainy sand at the unmissable ship. James was taken in a big gush of ocean water, being hit in the eye of the storm with the rocks. Cuts, gashes and grazes all over the man's body. His clothes were now practically rags, torn. Buttons came off, buckles lost, and the small velvet he owned, was now gone forever. Lost at sea, James swam and swam, not wanting to lose his crew.

His crew? Dismissive of the captain's right-hand man, and let only the captain play James' song. They called him a yellow-belly, and a girl if he was not able to quickly find his ship in the nick of time. Simply, they let him die in their minds. How odd it was though, when they were ashore for goods, James found them. He seemed to do so while walking onto the glowing, hot sand. Almost naked, however. The rags that stuck themselves to James' body were now stained a deep red. His legs, arms, torso, everywhere. There was a scratch here, a gash there, a salty wound around about here. He was red all over, and his usual skin colour disappeared.

Screams emerged from watchers. Two did not scream. The captain, and the hiding syren. The dear Syren looking at the interactions from afar was intrigued by the man and how red he was. But she simply could not just swim up to him and look after him. Guns would be fired her way, and her life would be taken by the hateful sailors. The screams were for James. He looked odd, and like he did not belong on land. People started to run away, they did not want to witness a crazy person die. His crew watched on, shocked that the daydreaming man found his way to land. "James?" The captain asked as he slowly walked towards James. He snapped his head over. "James is that you?" No response, he was unaware of what the captain had said to him.

A snap brought James back to reality.

A fine and clean reality of the ship at sea. "Guys! We got a Syren!" A member of the crew shouted as he brought a syren onto the sea. Her eyes were dull, and lifeless, her mouth sewn shut. Presumably by the member of the crew who brought her wriggling body on board. The chatter and mutters were hoarded around the creature. Everyone was intrigued, James too. He looked at her. "What should we do with it?"

Ideas were spurted out.

"Kill her."

"Let her drown"

"she can breath underwater dumbass."

"tape her gills shut!"

"torture her and then throw her out."

"I want her."

That last comment stuck out to everyone, and they turned around to see James looking quiet, and more meek than he usually was. "I want to name her, and take care of her."

"..." His captain gave him a look of disappointment as the crew threw the Syren back out to the sea. "want to join it? In the cold, vast, sea? Reliving every single memory you had when the horrible, dark water, almost killed you?"

"Yes."

Everyone stared daggers into James. Some of them walked into the shared room downstairs and grabbed his things. James didn't have much. Clothes, knives, shillings. The knives and shillings were rusty, he hadn't used them for ages. The two small bags were tatty, and they were thrown James' way. He picked them up with hesitation, walking backwards. He felt he had made a mistake, but the Syren was too pretty to say no to. He didn't care if the Syren ate him anymore.

"pick him up, and throw him the way you threw the syren."

So they did.

He held onto his bags tight and swam up once he hit the water, his now ex-crew members, leering at him. They turned away once James felt a tap on his shoulder. It was the Syren. She looked sad, innocent and gentle. But she quickly pointed her mouth, so James nodded and swam towards a rock he could sit on. The Syren followed, hoping someone would be nice to her. James took out his tatty and rusty knife, bringing it to the Syren's lips. She was scared, shaking, and looked up at James, worried. "Shh, shh. It's okay." He gently held the Syrens chin, slicing the thin thread that was keeping her mouth shut. Both of them let out a breath, knowing she was okay. "Are you okay?" James asked, not even knowing if she could speak English or not. But in the meantime, he took out the threads, blood peeking out of the holes.

The Syren nodded. "Y/N."

"Y/N? That's pretty." James was slightly aghast that a Syren would just say her name like that. Even then, he would have expected an ancient Greek name, one that the mythology would use for the sea creatures. (Sorry if your name is actually Greek or something-)

"Clair De Lune..." She breathed, taking in deep breaths and moving herself around onto the rock.

"...you know that song?"

"It's my song. I heard you humming it a while ago." Y/N smiled at the man, entranced by his eyes, his unkempt hair and his moustache. She had never seen a man like him before. It excited the dear Syren. "It's what I sing to bring people in for my sisters."

James gave a smile back, but stopped immediately, thinking to himself. "Will you use it on me?" The thought worried him, he didn't want to die right after being thrown off. But Y/N shook her head, leaning her hands on James' legs. "I don't have anywhere to go though."

Y/N leaned on James, looking up at him. "I want to keep you, please. I won't kill you, or hurt you. I want to sing for you." The sun was rising behind the rock, so there were shines of light facing their way. It made the sun orange and pink, a beautiful array of colours that captivated both Y/N and James. They watched the sky turn from pink to blue, the stars slowly fading from their vision.