#james fleamont potter

[letraspal]

So… no personal space when you’re a marauder, huh.

[my-castles-crumbling]

together - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 361

“Can we talk?”

Sirius didn’t seem quite like himself as he stood in front of James’s bed, a nervous look on his face. Normally he was laid-back and confident but now he shifted back and forth from foot to foot, eyes cast to the floor, biting at his lips. 

“Always, Pads,” James replied, patting the spot next to him. “What’s up?”

But Sirius stayed where he was as he said, voice full of accusatory hurt, “When were you going to tell me about Regulus?”

Oh.

Shit.

James tried to catch his breath as he tried to think of an explanation. The truth was, he’d tried to think of a way to talk to Sirius about it. He really had. But every time he’d imagined a conversation, it had always gone like…well, like this.

“Padfoot, I-” he started, sighing.

“Just…how long? How long have you two been together and sneaking around?” Sirius demanded, betrayal clear in his face. “How long have you been lying to me?”

But now, instead of feeling sick with guilt, James was confused. “Wait. We’re not together!” he said quickly, waving his hands towards the furious Gryffindor.

“Oh, don’t give me that, Prongs. I see how you look at him!” Sirius scoffed, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, I’m blood mad about him!” James chuckled humorlessly. “But he doesn’t give a rat’s arse about me!” He frowned, self-pity washing over him. “It’s right awful, actually.”

And then, the shorter boy narrowed his eyes. “You’re…you’re serious?”

“No, you-”

But Sirius was so shocked he didn’t let the joke land. “Prongs, he’s obsessed with you! Every time I look at him, he’s staring at you and he’s almost smiling!”

A grin slowly formed on James’s face. “I–really?” he asked, trying not to scream with joy. 

But then Sirius seemed to realize what he’d done. His face grew pale. “Oh, fuck,” he murmured, covering his face with his hands. “Oh, shit, I’ve made it worse.”

James, however, was too busy beaming. “Hey, Pads? Hypothetically, how would you feel if I asked your brother out?” he asked in a sing-song voice.

“Fuck off,” Sirius mumbled into his palms, collapsing on James’s bed and groaning.

[de4thbycre4tion]

Sirius is an aggressive drunk (he'd love bar fights)

Peter is a giggly drunk (he'd film said bar fights)

Remus is a horny drunk (he'd find a bloody-nosed Sirius hot)

James just really wants to dance

[myartcloudsstuff]

😊

[aejiee]

“Come sit with us!”

Little doodle of first year james and sirius 😢 btw ik the robes r wrong but i was too lazy to look it up oops

[oh-phoenixx]

thinking about how sirius, james, and peter becoming animagi for remus is canon. like you can ship whoever you want and have whatever headcanons you have but no matter what, that's how much they loved him

[shadowjinx2906]

James: *sighs a madly in love sigh* He speaks with a voice as sweet as honey 😍

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Regulus: The fuck you looking at, Four Eyes?

[hedgehog-troops]

everyone, repeat after me:

"fanfic writers have a life outside of writing fanfcs and we, as readers, should respect them and their privacy if they are unable to or choose not to update for a while."

good job!!!!

once again!!!!!

"fanfic writers have a life outside of writing fanfcs and we, as readers, should respect them and their privacy if they are unable to or choose not to update for a while."

splendid!

[you-cant-be-sirius]

*at the marauders' New Year party*

James: Can I have your number?

Regulus, visibly texting: I don't have a phone.

[4nythingforourmoony89]

James potter is absolutely the type of guy to use cringe pick up lines. Fight me.

[yrluvjane]

Perfect Fit III

James Potter x muggle!reader

(Sorry to all the people i was supposed to tag)

The grandfather clock in the hallway ticked steadily, its rhythmic tock echoing through the quiet house. You stood outside Harry's bedroom door, balancing a tray with two steaming mugs of hot chocolate—the special kind with extra marshmallows that always made him smile. But tonight, the usual laughter and rustling of comic book pages from behind the door were absent, replaced by something far more concerning: muffled sniffles and the occasional hiccup.

Your heart clenched.

Knocking softly, you pushed the door open. "Harry? Love, can I come in?"

The sight that greeted you made your breath catch.

Harry was curled into a tight ball on his bed, his face buried in his favorite Quidditch-themed quilt. His glasses lay discarded on the nightstand, lenses fogged from tears. The comic book you'd bought him last weekend—The Amazing Spider-Man #317—lay abandoned beside him, its pages slightly crumpled where he'd been gripping it too tightly.

Setting the tray down carefully, you perched on the edge of his bed. "Bad dream?" you asked gently, brushing his unruly hair back from his damp forehead.

Harry shook his head violently, his small shoulders shaking. "N-no. It's—" He hiccuped again, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. "It's stupid."

You reached for the hot chocolate, pressing one warm mug into his hands. "Nothing you feel is ever stupid, sweetheart. Try me."

He took the mug with trembling fingers, the steam curling around his face as he stared into its depths. For a long moment, the only sounds were his uneven breaths and the distant hoot of an owl outside.

Then—

"I told Dad's secret."

The words hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning.

Harry's voice was barely above a whisper. "About... about magic. I told you when I was little, and now he's mad at me, and—and I didn't mean to break the law, but—" His breath hitched, fresh tears spilling over. "I just wanted you to know."

Your heart shattered into a million pieces.

"Oh, Harry." You gathered him into your arms, feeling his small body tremble against yours. He smelled like broom polish and chocolate and the faint citrus of the shampoo you'd bought him last week. "Your dad isn't mad at you, love. He's just... surprised, that's all."

Harry buried his face in your shoulder, his fingers clutching at your cardigan. "But I wasn't supposed to tell," he mumbled into the fabric. "It's against the rules."

You rubbed slow circles on his back, just like you'd done when he was small and woke from nightmares about shadows in his closet. "Why did you tell me, darling?"

He went very still. Then, so quiet you had to strain to hear:

"Because you're my mum."

The world seemed to stop spinning.

Harry pulled back just enough to look at you, his emerald eyes—Lily's eyes—shining with tears. "Not—not biologically," he rushed to clarify, "but you feel like it. And when I asked Moony if family could know about magic even if they're Muggle, he said yes, and—" His voice cracked. "I hated lying to you."

Tears blurred your vision as you cradled his face in your hands. Memories flashed through your mind—teaching him to ride a bike, bandaging scraped knees, staying up late to help him practice reading, all those moments you'd cherished without realizing he had been cherishing them too.

The door creaked open.

James stood frozen in the doorway, his face ashen. The plate of cookies he'd been carrying slipped from his fingers, shattering on the hardwood with a crash that made Harry flinch. "Merlin," he breathed.

Harry tensed in your arms. "Dad, I—"

James crossed the room in three long strides and pulled you both into a crushing hug. His arms trembled around you, his heartbeat wild against your shoulder. "I'm not mad," he whispered hoarsely. "Never mad."

Harry's breath hitched. "R-really?"

James drew back just enough to cup his son's tear-streaked face. "Really." His thumb brushed away a stray tear. "Though next time," he added with a wobbly smile, "maybe warn me before I spend six years sweating over how to break the news? Your old man's got enough gray hairs as it is."

Harry let out a wet giggle, swiping at his eyes. "Sorry."

James pressed a kiss to his forehead before turning to you—his hazel eyes shining with something indescribable. "And you." His calloused thumb brushed over your cheekbone, catching a tear you hadn't realized had fallen. "Just... took it all in stride, didn't you?"

You shrugged, smiling through your tears. "The floating dishes were a hint. And the time the toaster started making toast in midair." Your voice dropped to a whisper. "And the way you always know when I've had a bad day before I say anything."

James' laugh was bright and startled—the same laugh that had made you fall in love with him all those years ago. Then his expression softened into something unbearably tender. He reached into his pocket with slightly shaking hands and pulled out a small velvet box.

Harry gasped. "Dad!"

James' grin was equal parts nervous and exhilarated as he flipped the box open. The ring inside glimmered—a golden band with a tiny, enchanted snitch engraved on it, its delicate wings crafted from brilliant yellow diamonds that caught the light like miniature suns. The snitch's body was made of polished white gold, and as you watched, its wings gave a tiny, playful flutter.

"I was going to do this after explaining magic," James admitted, his voice rough with emotion. "Had this whole speech planned about secret-keeping and laws and how much I love you." He huffed a laugh. "Turns out my family's better at surprises than I am."

Harry bounced on the mattress, his earlier distress forgotten in his excitement. "Say yes! Please!"

You looked at them—your wild, wonderful wizards—and felt something warm and golden unfurl in your chest. James with his eternally messy hair and heart too big for his body. Harry with his mother's eyes and his father's grin, the boy who'd given you the most precious title without you even realizing it.

"Yes," you breathed, your voice thick with emotion. "Always."

James' kiss tasted like joy and chocolate and home. Harry's triumphant whoop echoed through the house, followed by the thunder of small feet as he raced downstairs shouting, "SHE SAID YES!" at the top of his lungs.

Later, after the tears and laughter and James' dramatic retelling of his failed breakfast-in-bed plans ("It was supposed to be heart-shaped pancakes!"), you found yourself standing at the back door, watching fireflies dance in the garden.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind. "Penny for your thoughts?" James murmured against your hair.

You leaned back into his embrace, twisting the new ring on your finger. The diamond snitch glimmered in the moonlight, its wings giving an occasional, contented flutter against your skin. "Just thinking about how lucky I am."

James turned you gently to face him. In the moonlight, his eyes were soft. "We're the lucky ones," he corrected. His fingers traced the snitch on your ring. "This? It's not just a ring. It's a promise. That no matter what kind of magic life throws at us—floating toasters, accidental spells, or a certain little troublemaker's secrets—we'll always chase after each other. Just like I'll always chase after you."

A silver glow caught your eye. Over James' shoulder, a magnificent stag Patronus cantered across the lawn—brighter and more vibrant than you'd ever seen it. Its radiant light illuminated the entire garden, casting dancing shadows on the trees as it pranced joyfully around you both.

As the stag dissolved into shimmering mist, you realized—this was your family. Messy and magical and yours.

[my-castles-crumbling]

solid - jegulus - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 328

“Ouch!”

Regulus yelped, tripping over his feet and catching himself seconds before he fell to the ground. Though he felt like he’d walked into something solid, his eyes and ears told him nothing was there in the dark corridor. Which obviously meant one thing:

“Come on out, Potter, I’m not an idiot!”

After a few seconds, the air itself shivered and James Potter appeared, looking a bit sheepish. “Would you believe me if I said I was just taking a stroll?” the older boy asked, rubbing at a sore spot on his shoulder where they’d obviously collided.

“Sure, if this wasn’t the third bloody time we’ve run into each other at this exact spot this week,” Regulus hissed.

Hazel eyes opened wide and James gave an innocent smile. “It’s almost like fate, eh?”

“I don’t believe in fate. Just irritating, stalker Gryffindors,” Regulus mumbled.

“If I’m such a stalker, why are you here, Regulus?” James retorted, raising an eyebrow in an infuriating way.

“I have rounds, Potter. I know you always skip yours, but–”

“Your rounds are on the opposite side of the school,” James pointed out, smirking.

Fuck. He was right.

The truth was, he’d taken a slight detour to this spot because he was maybe, possibly, slightly hoping to run into James Potter again. Because this was the spot where they’d seen each other before, and he thought maybe it would happen again. He couldn’t begin to explain why he wanted it to happen…only that seeing James Potter made him feel giddy and nervous and terrified and happy and alive like nothing else did.

“Well, why are you here? You don’t even have rounds tonight,” Regulus deflected, avoiding eye contact.

James looked down at him and Regulus wanted to scream with the way it made his heart pound in his chest. “Isn’t it obvious? I’ve been dying to see you. I can’t stop thinking about you,” he replied, shrugging. 

Fuck. There was that breathless feeling again. 

[not-rab]

every single song is about you (singer au!!)

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[uhhlifeig]

Snitch - March 31 - word count: 201 - @wolfstarmicrofic

The moment the three of them were alone, James fixed the other two with a glare.

“When were you going to tell me?” he asked, accusing.

So, as it turned out, Remus and Sirius sucked at keeping secrets.

“Tell you what?” Sirius stuttered. “There’s nothing to tell, Prongs-”

“Cut the bull. You two are dating, aren’t you?” James asked, crossing his arms. 

“Yep. And don’t look at me like that, Pads, we agreed that we’d tell people if they asked.”

“So you two are dating!” James cheered. “I knew it!”

Remus smirked. “Oh, did you? Say, I distinctly recall something about being straight even after you started dating Reg… but maybe that’s just me.” 

Sirius pulled a face. “This is about us, Moony,” he frowned. 

At the same time, James smiled sheepishly. “Well, Peter may have given me a few hints-”

“Of course, the little snitch,” Sirius groaned. “He’s such a traitor, Moons. We should kill him.”

“Murder is bad,” James reminded him. “And it’s Peter. Our friend. The one who told me. So no killing, alright?”

“Fine, but only for you, Prongsie.”

Remus ran a hand through his hair. “Should I be jealous? I feel like I should be jealous.”

[kayylivesinchaos]

james would absolutely say "duck" instead of "fuck" when swearing