#james fleamont potter

[iamgonnagetyouback]

𝟷𝚔 || 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 (PART 1)

♡ ︎ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: After being the forgotten one your whole life, you thought that they wouldn't forget you.

♡ ︎ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Angst, Getting stood up

♡ ︎ꜱʜɪᴘ: poly!marauders x reader

♡ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ : part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

The small café was almost unbearably stuffy, the kind of warmth that clung to your skin like a bad memory. You sat at the tiny table, your fingers wrapped around the fifth, long-cold cup of coffee. Five empty cups already littered the space around you, their contents drained, and yet the boys were nowhere to be seen. The delicate pink and gold décor of Madam Puddifoot's—once sweet and charming—now felt suffocating.

You glanced up at the clock again.

They were an hour late.

Your heart sank lower into your stomach. An hour. The tiny voice in your head whispered cruel thoughts, thoughts you tried so hard to push away but they gnawed at you nonetheless. Did they stand me up?

You and the boys had only been dating for a few months—James, Sirius, Remus, Peter. It was unconventional, but you all cared about each other, or so you thought. The beginning had been a whirlwind of excitement and passion, stolen kisses in the corridors, late-night sneaking into the Gryffindor common room. But lately… lately, something had shifted.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that you were slipping through the cracks, that the bond they shared with each other was unbreakable and you were just some added accessory, an outsider trying to fit into a world that already had no space left for you.

A pang of doubt stung your chest. Maybe you had been stupid to believe that this could work. That they wanted you, truly wanted you. A bitter laugh escaped your lips as you stared down at the empty cups. Five cups. Five glasses, just like five people. You had been here. But where were they?

Each tick of the clock seemed to mock you. You had tried to convince yourself, at first, that they were just running late, that something had come up. They were the Marauders after all, always busy with some adventure or prank. But now? Now, you weren't so sure. The knot in your chest tightened, the air in the café becoming harder to breathe in. You were drowning in your thoughts, the same ones spiraling over and over.

Maybe I’m not important enough for them. Maybe they’ve realized they don’t need me. Just each other.

A tear slipped down your cheek before you could stop it. You quickly wiped it away, but the damage was done. Your heart was cracking with each passing second, each tick of the clock hammering the reality into you: they weren’t coming. They had forgotten you. Or worse, maybe they never even planned on showing up.

The idea that they had stood you up made your blood boil, but underneath the anger was the cold sting of hurt. They were supposed to be yours. How could they do this? How could they leave you waiting here, like some fool, while they—?

You couldn’t stay here any longer. The sight of the café and the sound of the clinking china cups was making you nauseous. You grabbed your things, hands shaking, and bolted out of the door, the chilly evening air hitting your tear-streaked face. The wind stung, but not as much as the empty feeling gnawing at your chest.

Your feet carried you without thinking. You needed to get away, to find solace, to bury yourself in someone who cared. And there was only one place to go.

Lily and Mary’s dorm.

When you burst into the room, Lily and Mary were tangled up together on the bed, kissing softly, not noticing your entrance at first. The door creaked behind you, and suddenly, they pulled apart, eyes wide and worried as they saw your tear-stained face.

“Oh my God, what happened?!” Lily was up in an instant, rushing over to you, her hands gripping your shoulders gently as she took in the sight of you, broken and shaking.

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out. Instead, a sob escaped, one that ripped through you, and you crumpled into her arms. Mary had joined the two of you by now, her eyes filled with concern.

“Sweetheart, what is it? What happened?” Mary’s voice was gentle, but the panic was clear.

You choked back another sob, wiping furiously at the tears streaming down your cheeks. “I hate them,” you finally spat, the bitterness in your voice taking even you by surprise. “I hate them so much.”

Lily’s brow furrowed in confusion. “The boys? What did they do?”

“They didn’t show up,” you hissed, the words tumbling out like venom. “They were supposed to meet me at Madam Puddifoot's… an hour ago. And they didn’t come. Not even a bloody owl. Nothing.”

Lily’s face hardened, and Mary’s mouth opened in shock.

“They… they stood you up?” Mary asked, her voice soft, as if she couldn’t believe it.

You nodded, your throat tightening as the tears threatened to fall again. “I waited, and I waited, and they never came. I… I thought they cared, you know? But maybe I’m just—maybe I’m just not important enough for them.” The last part came out in a broken whisper.

Lily pulled you closer, her arms wrapping around you tightly. “No. No, don’t you dare think that. They’re idiots, all of them. Complete and utter prats.”

“But I’m always the last thought, Lily,” you sobbed, the hurt spilling out. “They’ve been so distant lately. Like… like I’m not even part of the group anymore. Like they’re fine with just each other and I’m… I’m just in the way.”

Mary knelt beside you, her hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. “You deserve better than this. So much better.”

“I thought they were different,” you said bitterly, “I didn’t expect this from them. Not from them. But… I guess I was wrong.”

The room was quiet for a moment, only the sound of your broken breaths filling the space. Lily and Mary exchanged a look, one that told you they were just as furious as they were heartbroken for you.

You had come to them with your broken heart, and now, you didn’t know what to do with the pieces. All you knew was that in this moment, you wanted nothing to do with the Marauders. You wanted to scream, cry, and hate them with everything you had.

And maybe—just maybe—you could learn how to forget them too.

[regulus-smith]

Give me Peter who sculpts beautiful sculptures, but destroys them because he thinks he will never be as talented as his friends.

Give me Peter who bakes cakes, cookies, and any sweet treats for Remus (who doesn't eat nearly enough), but never bakes for anyone else because it's 'just a hobby'.

Give me Peter who barely scrapes by in his classes, but tells James and Sirius little fun facts while they're waiting for Remus to get better after full moons.

Give me Peter who (at one point) would get revenge on anyone that insulted of his friends. Someone made fun of Remus' scars? Their partner found out they were cheating the next day. Someone says something about Sirius' family? Ended up in the hospital wing with food poisoning. Someone was racist to James (Hispanic /Arab James not the whitewashed jkr vers.)? Their entire bloodline finds out their deepest darkest secret.

Give me Peter who makes people feel safe. Give me Peter who loves his friends like they're his family. Give me Peter who was a good kid.

Give me Peter. Stop giving me talentless, no personality, forgotten Peter. He was a person too, one who had talent too. I love Remus, Sirius, and James as much as any other marauders fan. But we can't forget Peter, yall. (This is coming from someone who's literally young Peter irl.)

[ecstarry]

@jegulus-microfic / apple / 186 words / cw: age gap, teacher-student

“What is this?” Regulus asked, staring at James.

“An apple.”

“I’m not your kindergarten teacher, James.” Regulus handed the ‘gesture’ back to him but James returned it to his desk. 

“Hey, just wanted to show my appreciation.” Regulus' gaze followed James’ thighs as he took a seat.

“Funny.” Regulus arched an eyebrow. “What are you doing here?”

“I need tutoring,” James responded with an amused tone. He had been visiting Regulus every other day for the past two weeks, each time in something progressively shorter.

“Tutoring hours are over.”

“Hence, my gift. I’m asking you to have mercy.” He pouted his lips. “I’ll do anything, professor.”

“Really?” Regulus leaned in and placed his hands on the armrests. He enjoyed making James nervous; it was in moments like this, watching him blush under his attention, that made it hard for Regulus to resist. 

“I have an idea.”

“Yeah?”

Regulus leaned close to James’ ear, his lips almost brushing his skin. “Study harder.” He pulled back, pushed James’ seat away, and smirked at him.

“Now, leave my office,” he said before finally taking a bite of the apple.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 15 - Camera

@jegulus-microfic September 15, Word count 243

“Why can’t I get one decent photo of Regulus?” Sirius grumbled as he looked through the photo albums he’d got out to put the new pictures that James had printed off for him in. James grinned down at the collection of Regulus photos where every single one had his face covered but either his hand, his phone or an object that was within grabbing distance. There was even one where he’d grabbed Remus as a shield. A surprised Remus, with a chocolate hobnob hanging out of his mouth, stared at the camera with only Regulus’s hand on his collar to show he was even in the picture. 

Regulus walked into the kitchen yawning sleepily.

“Hey, Reg!” James beamed at him as he raised his phone and took a picture of the boy in the doorway. “Here you go, Padfoot,” He said, sending the image over to Sirius’s phone and then looking back at the rosy-cheeked Regulus. “Tea?” He asked simply and Regulus nodded. He got up and went over to the kettle while Regulus made himself comfortable at the table. 

“Thanks, Prongs,” Sirius said as he opened the photo. “Wow, he’s smiling! How did you get him to smile?!” Sirius asked, zooming in on Regulus’s face. James shrugged as he placed fresh cups of tea in front of everyone at the table.

“Magic,” He chuckled, winking at Regulus as he took his seat and watching as pink crept up the other boy’s face. 

[hidden-for-reg]

September 15: pleasure | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 145

James realized that his feelings towards Regulus probably weren’t healthy.

But he couldn’t help it.

He couldn’t help loving so aggressively and so fully that he felt he couldn’t even eat some days.

He couldn’t help it when he was blissed out from pleasure and he thought Regulus was an angel.

He couldn’t help the beats his heart skipped anytime Regulus entered the room.

He couldn’t help his hands when they wandered towards his husband, seeking for any form of touch between the two of them.

He couldn’t help it if Regulus was the first thing on his mind when he woke up and the last thought in his brain before he went to sleep.

He didn’t care if this was unhealthy. 

Because Regulus was the best thing to ever happen to James and James loved him.

James loved Regulus more than he’d ever know.

[reggies-fake-horcrux]

James: I just heard about the titanic, why would they get on the boat after seeing the movie?

Regulus: ...

Regulus: I genuinely cannot tell if you're being serious or not

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

friendly reminder that sirius black says "entertain me" and james potter says "yessir"

[tenaciousmilkshakecandy]

Can you imagine how hard it was for Regulus to keep an unimpressed face when James was doing his 'wooing' in public and Regulus was already done bad for him, but he just didn't wanna admit it

[eef-stars]

James Potter & Lily Evans

[littleliterarylesbian]

thinking about a shadowhunters universe jegulus/marauders au. specifically the TMI era.

Sirius and Regulus being the kids of the leaders of the London (?) institute. Their parents used to be circle members but feigned fear and manipulation. Like the lightwoods they're allowed back into the shadowhunter homeland on important business due to having children. They still very much believe in the ideas of the circle and are incredibly upset that the Black name has been tarnished and have put pressure on Sirius and Regulus to bring them to glory once again.

Remus was the son of a prominent shadowhunter family and during training when he was young he and his father got ambushed by a pack of werewolves. Remus got bitten and, even though it's not a 100% chance a bite means being turned on the next full moon he's locked in his family's basement and writhing in pain as he changes for the first time.

Peter, I imagine, would be a close Hodge equivalent. Not a 1-1 obviously, but close. His parents were Shadowhunters who also followed the circle but died by being ripped apart by demons and he witnessed it. Hatred festering every time he was sent out on the field. Which, sadly, didn't happen often as physically he was behind Sirius and Regulus (which isn't a fair comparison due to the fact that since either of them could properly hold things weapons were shoved in their hands).

Evan and Pandora are warlocks, they're both a bit eccentric in their own ways, and they prefer to keep out of shadowhunter stuff, but Pandora can't help but see Regulus like a sopping wet kitten. Evan is the "official" high warlock of London (again, not sure on location) but they both share the responsibilitys.

Barty is Fae and grew up closed off from most of everything but eventually became close with Evan and Pandora. Barty's family is high up in the court, trusted closely by the Seelie Queen, but he doesn't give a shit. The second that the circle is hinted at returning he jumps at the chance to backstab his father and the court that treats him so poorly.

Dorcas is a vampire and close with Barty since they bonded when she was just a fledgling, one who sticks strongly with the accords. She realizes how bad it would be if the circle were to come back and at first tries to stay out of it before she realizes Barty is a traitor and her coven leader believes that the rules are below them. Which she soon overthrows.

James and Marlene were childhood friends until around age 13 when Marlene kind of disappeared. James' parents wanted to live in a world safe from all the conflict, especially when they found out they were expecting James, so they hid in the mortal world. James doesn't get his memories wiped, it's just more like a Percy Jackson type thing where he tries to bring up the weird stuff he sees, Effie and Monty kind of just gaslight him. They weren't a part of the circle but they were high up in the clave and outwardly against the brutalization of slaughter of innocents. It painted a target on their backs that only worsened overtime and to save their family left.

Lily is a "mundane" and close friends with Marlene and James until Marlene goes missing. Lily is kind of like the Simon equivalent, James and her stay close together, even more so since they never saw Marlene again, and even when James gets dragged into the world Lily sticks by him. Even when she accidentally drinks the wrong thing at a warlock party, ends up as a mouse, and gets turned into a vampire.

at least those were the ideas I had about it

[iamgonnagetyouback]

𝟷𝚔 || 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒

♡ ︎ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: When you bring your boyfriends flowers out of the blue, they panic.

♡ ︎ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: None except loads of fluff

♡ ︎ꜱʜɪᴘ: poly!marauders x reader

The Marauders were sitting in their dorm when you walked in with a bouquet of flowers in hand. They didn’t notice you at first as you approached with a mischievous grin on your face, but as soon as you cleared your throat, all four of them froze.

They stood in a line like they were under some spell, eyes wide as they glanced at each other nervously. James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter exchanged panicked whispers, but you couldn’t hear exactly what they were saying—just snippets like "Is today something special?" and "Did we forget an anniversary?" and "Is it Boyfriend’s Day?"

You chuckled softly to yourself as you pulled out the first flower from your bouquet. James was the closest, so you walked up to him first, holding up a bright sunflower. His face lit up, eyes sparkling behind his glasses.

“For you, James. A sunflower, because you’re always bright, always warm… like the sun,” you said with a grin.

James's face turned red as he fidgeted with his glasses, trying to hold back a goofy smile. "Uh, happy… Girlfriend's Day, darling?" he stammered, clearly unsure of what was happening but wanting to play along.

Next, you turned to Sirius, holding out a dark, mysterious nightshade. His brow furrowed slightly, but he accepted the flower with a smirk, though you could tell he was just as confused as James.

“Sirius,” you said softly, “Nightshade. It’s bold and fierce, just like you.”

He blinked a few times before running a hand through his hair, looking nervous for once. "Uh… happy one-month anniversary?" he guessed, his voice unusually soft.

Moving on, you pulled out a delicate moonflower and handed it to Remus, who took it with a gentle smile.

“Remus, a moonflower… because you’re always calm and thoughtful, and you remind me of the night sky an d you know for obvious reasons,” you explained.

Remus’s smile grew, but he glanced to the others for reassurance before saying, “Happy anniversary?”

Peter was last, looking increasingly anxious as you held out a daisy for him. His hands shook a little as he took it, eyes wide.

“Peter, a daisy. You’re sweet, kind, and always bring joy to everyone around you,” you said, squeezing his hand gently.

Peter’s face turned pink as he glanced between his friends. "Happy six months?" he whispered, clearly uncertain if he was even remotely correct.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head. “No, no, there’s nothing special about today.”

They all blinked at you, the confusion deepening.

James, always the one to voice his thoughts first, asked, “Wait… if today’s not our anniversary, then why did you get us flowers?”

Sirius tilted his head. “Is this some Hufflepuff thing? You know we love you just the way you are, yeah? You don’t need to be all, uh, 'Hufflepuffy' for us.”

Remus chuckled, and Peter nodded eagerly.

You felt your face heat up as you quickly began to babble, “No, it’s not that! I just—I read somewhere that most boys don’t get flowers until their funeral, and I thought… well, I thought that was sad. You all deserve flowers now, not just later! And I wanted to do something nice for you, but now I’m worried maybe you didn’t like it, or it made you uncomfortable, and—”

Before you could continue, James let out a loud, choked sob, surprising everyone. His eyes were filled with tears as he clutched the sunflower to his chest like it was the most precious thing in the world.

“Oh, Merlin, you’re the sweetest thing ever,” he cried, his voice trembling with emotion. "No one’s ever given me flowers before!”

Sirius had tears gathering in his stormy eyes. He looked at the nightshade in his hand like it held some deep, hidden meaning. “You’ve got me all teary-eyed, love,” he muttered, trying to blink the tears away.

Remus was grinning ear to ear, holding his moonflower delicately as if it might crumble in his fingers. “You’re incredible, you know that?” he said softly.

Peter didn’t say anything, just threw his arms around you, hugging you tightly. "You’re the best, really!" he whispered, face buried in your shoulder.

James was still sobbing, unable to stop. "And the kindest," he added through his tears.

Remus stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on your cheek. “And the prettiest,” he said, his voice full of warmth.

Peter, still hugging you, mumbled, “And the most caring.”

Sirius suddenly scooped you up into his arms, twirling you around. “And the best girlfriend ever!” he declared loudly, spinning you until you were dizzy with laughter.

They all crowded around you, each holding their flowers tightly as they showered you with compliments and affection. James finally managed to stop crying long enough to plant a kiss on your forehead, while Sirius pulled you close for another twirl, this time with his nose nuzzling your neck.

“I think we’re the luckiest blokes in the world,” Remus said softly, watching as Peter beamed at you.

You laughed, feeling a warmth spread through your chest as you looked at each of them, holding their flowers like they were treasures. “You’re the sweetest too, you know,” you said, eyes twinkling.

And in that moment, surrounded by your boys, you couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

i need someone to give me flowers!!

[thetourturedwritersclub]

Finis vitae sed non amoris-its the end of life but not of love

Chapter seven: March

March 1st 1977

Dear diary,

There is 30 minutes left on the clock until I meet James. In hindsight I shouldn't go. I should avoid him. But I can't. No matter how hard I try he is always there. I'm interested in what he has to say. Time is ticking. I got to go now.

Goodbye

R. A. B

March 4th 1977

Dear diary,

Well.

I did meet him. And let me just tell you how it went. So I went in the Room of Requirements and he was there waiting. He asked me if he did something wrong and why was I avoiding him. Truthfully the first part of the question was very unexpected.

I told him he didn't do anything wrong and I wasn't avoiding him but James being James didn't believe me. He kept asking me the same question over and over again why was I avoiding him. I refused to answer it the first 3 times he asked me. I didn't want to lie to him more that I had to.

Then I got annoyed. Why couldn't he drop it? Why couldn't he believe me? That's what I asked. His response : Reg I know you well enough to know that you are lying,so please just tell me the truth. In that moment the impulsive side of my brain took charge and I told him the truth. The actual truth.

It went something along the lines of : "You want the truth? Here's the truth James. I know you don't remember but during the New Year party we kissed and I haven't been able to forget it." and then he said something that shocked me: " I do remember."

The silence was loud. I asked him why didn't he bring it up. He said: I didn't want to make you feel bad. Then the silence stretched on. I asked him if he regretted it. He said no, with absolutely no hesitation. I don't either. I did ask him if he will keep the promise he made me that night. He said yes and kissed me and I kissed him back. That kiss was everything I ever wanted and more.

Goodbye for now

R. A. B

March 11th 1977

Dear diary,

Life has been good. Really good.There is still a piece missing in the puzzle of my life. A piece by the name of Sirius.I've had adventures with Barty, Evan, Cas and Panda. We investigated a graveyard nearby. Pandora tried to summon the dead but still it was fun.

I've met with James more often. In the Astronomy Tower , in the Room of Requirements. Those moments my favourites. On the 15th we're meant to go on a Hogsmead date. I'm excited.

Goodbye for now

R. A. B

March 15th 1977

Dear diary.

The date was really nice. I had so much fun. We went to The Three Broomsticks and got two Butterbeers. James leads me onto a field. Very ominous untill I see lanterns and a picnic blanket. It looked so beautiful. So picturesque.

We ate little sandwiches, saw the sunset, talked and cuddled. Everything was perfect.

R. A. B

March 23rd 1977

Dear diary,

Well. I told Pandora of the recent developments of my romantic situation and she was so shocked and happy. Don't worry Panda I was shocked too. I'm also very happy. She congratulated me and demanded me tell everything (in good Pandora fashion of course) and I did.

Goodbye for now

R. A. B

March 27th 1977

Dear diary,

I think this has been one of the best months of my life. I'm happy, I really am. All thanks to Jamie. I'm grateful for that and I'm grateful I get to date such an incredible person. I'm grateful for my friends for being there for me. Hopefully this continues,

Goodbye for now,

R. A. B

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

I'm so sorry for how late this chapter came. I was suffering from Writers Block™️ and school has started which yall know is one of the worst combinations to humankind if ur trying to write anything at all. Anyway this fic will still be getting updates, but probably not on week days.

Fun fact I discovered that I have a very difficult time writing romantic scenes. So I apologise if the dialogue is overdone and cliché

The list of amazing ppl that wanted to be tagged(tell me if want me to tag u or if u want me to untag u) :

@raine-ray U were right

@ivy-is-chaos

@reddamselette

@permetutotheworld

@that-stressed-out-chic

@blurstardust

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

this song but it’s regulus and james being friends with benefits.

james sleeps around to get over lily, he agrees to have this fwb arrangement with reg, but regulus knows james is still head over heels for lily even though reg is hopelessly falling for him.

“rhiannon rings like a bell through the night and wouldn’t you love to love her?” when he notices james not quiet focusing on what’s happening during sex.

“takes to the sky like a bird in flight” she’s doing her thing yk

“and who will be her lover?” because lily isn’t really talking to anyone that way.

“all your life you’ve never seen a woman taken by the wind” because james had never looked at anyone like he did lily.

“would you stay if she promised you heaven? will you ever win?” because guess what lily is in love with mary and regulus knows.

idk i just have severe fleetwood mac brainrot

[lulublack90]

Prompt 14 - Boot

@jegulus-microfic September 14, Word count 216

“James!” Sirius crowed as he walked into their flat. He heard a loud bang and James came hurrying out of his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. His hair was an absolute mess, and he was hurriedly yanking a t-shirt over his head. “You’re not just getting out of bed are you?” Sirius asked, his brow furrowed. James was usually up with the sun and it was nearing midday. 

“What? Erm, no. Just dropped something down the side of my bed and had to crawl underneath,” James laughed nervously, trying in vain to flatten his hair. James’s eyes flicked to a spot beside the door and Sirius turned to see what he was looking at. 

Beside the door sat a very familiar pair of perfectly polished boots. Sirius looked from the boots and back to James a few times before he put two and two together. 

“Shit, Regulus, run, he figured it out!” James yelled before he took off around the sofa, out of Sirius’s reach. Regulus opened the bedroom door and took one look at James darting about the place and Sirius’s reddening face as he held up a boot and threw it at James. 

“Nope,” He said, before disappearing back into the bedroom, leaving James to tell Sirius what the hell was going on. 

[hidden-for-reg]

september 14: apple | @jegulus-microfic | word count: 81

“My star.”

“My angel on Earth.”

“My love nugget.”

“The apple of my eye.”

For the past hour, James had been tracing soft circles on Regulus’ skin and whispering sweet nothings while he thought Regulus was asleep.

He wasn’t though.

But when he’d woken up to his husband like that, Regulus couldn’t find within himself to interrupt the sweet moment.

So Regulus laid still and kept his eyes closed while James touched him so tenderly he could’ve been made of glass.

[lijeuxs]

AHAHAHA YOU GUYS