#james motherfucking potter my love

[adharastarlight]

Sometimes I just can't be bothered to put my glasses on so I just squint until the blurs become shapes

- James Potter, probably

[marvelomadness06]

I’m not saying that Sirius Black had a belly button piercing; a little dangling crescent moon.

But I’m also not not saying it.

[saintchaser]

"happy birthday to me..."

sirius drew a cake on the cold floor of azkaban's dusty, old cells. everything was cold, so cold, and with a dry chuckle, sirius realized it resembled him; lonely. he looked up to the sky, its moon so full, so beautiful; sirius had never had the time to appreciate the moon's beauty, because his eyes weren't for her, but for the boy tied to her.

"happy birthday to me..."

how could one know everything at eighteen, so bright and full of live and willing to fight for what was right, and nothing at twenty-two? alone, all alone. his recklessness was going to kill him, one day. and his immeasurable loyalty to those he loved. one day, he'd try to save them; remus, hari. but not himself. they came first, they always would.

"happy birthday, sirius..."

he had broken his promise to james and lily. james, his name left a bitter taste on his tongue, a man he had loved beyond what he had felt for anyone else, the man he loved more than as a brother. and lily, bittersweet, fierceness drained out of her in the last minutes.

and he had broken his promise to hari, too. to the little bundle of joy he had gotten to hold in his arms, so tiny, so fragile, so utterly beautiful. and that morning, sirius had whispered in a small ear, his godson's: "whatever happens, i will take care of you." what a liar.

he thought of remus, too. his moon, his lover. they called a lunatic, the man who fell in love with the moon.

"happy birthday to me..."

but why would he care, when the moon rose for him, warm and cold at the same time, sirius' love for remus, his downfall, in the end. or maybe it had been his love for james. maybe it had been his recklessness, or his faith in those around him, imagining how they'd be there forever, how they'd never betray him, because he wouldn't. he'd never betray his friends.

he had the chance to, once. he'd be spared, they'd be dead. but he wouldn't give them up, he couldn't. they were his anchor in the storm, what kept the world alive. lily, so warm. hari, so young, so unaware. remus, with beautiful eyes of amber, the moon's son. james, the sky's sun.

and now, the world was silent, and the sky had fallen.

[ma1dita]

heavy hitter

part one can be found here!

this was a request, find it here!

words: 3.5k (yall im so sorry)

summary: james potter x beater!reader James might’ve won the game, but he needs to let people know he has the girl too.

warnings: smut. minors DNI. afab!reader, p in v, pwp, unprotected sex (wrap b4 u tap) locker room sex, creampie, oral (m!receiving) reader is a brat… this is nasty don’t look at me (jesus tagging this is crazy)

a/n: …. what plot? i wanted to write angst again but got bored so… *jazz hands* erm…. this is my first smut fic, i’ll go crawl in a hole now

(posted 12/19/23 not edited will return)

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Hitting the shower was James’ chance of washing his anger away before seeing you again tonight. He always gave quidditch his 110% percent, but something animalistic rose out of him when he saw you get manhandled by Wilkins, his team keeper. And regardless of the Gryffindor win, he was planning to chew off his ear later, whether it be with extra laps at the next practice or a good ol’ fashioned wallop to the head. But this anger wasn’t due to a foul play, not even because you got hurt (your arm was clearly fine since you used it to swing your bat at Wilkins’ head after). What got James mad was the fact you ripped your jersey.

No, actually, it was definitely because of what happened after that.

He’s not the type of boyfriend to decline you showing a little extra skin, but any fantasy that entered his mind was quickly cleared away when he saw you re-emerge from the locker rooms wearing your teammate’s jersey. McGonagall said it would be the only way to let you play the rest of the game since there’s no magic allowed on the field, but ever the rulebreaker, James thought that was absolute bullshit.

He rinses the shampoo out of his mop of curls as he thinks about that tosser whose name he can’t even remember. The guy was way too eager to give you his jersey, flirting with you at practices and just not taking a hint. Everyone knew you’d been dating him for a while now, and of course, James knows you can handle yourself, but there are just some things he can’t let slide. Namely, assholes that can’t take a hint. Also, he was a benchwarmer at most. Cocky motherfucker.

Watching you fly around with some other guy’s last name on your back did terrible things to James’ ego. The blur of suds pool at his feet, circling down the drain as he takes a deep breath. He’s got it bad for you, but luckily you like him enough to call him yours.

The Gryffindor locker room was empty by now with everyone too eager to celebrate their win. It was his last year as team captain and at Hogwarts in general, so he should be right up there drinking with all of them, but James really needed to let off some steam.

“Babe?” Your voice calls from the doorway, echoing against the empty walls. Condensation drips off the door handle as you take a peek to see the one shower going in the corner. What was taking him so long? You saw the rest of the team leave without him and they were trying to drag you to celebrate with them, but with your boyfriend still drowning himself in the stall….

“Over here love,” he calls out, hearing your sandals clomp against the wet tile as you turn the corner.

“You almost done? We have a party to get to, Jamie.”

The falling water makes it a bit hard to hear you, so he pops his head out from behind the curtain and squints at your frame. You giggle and pull his chin closer for a few quick kisses.

“Is that your jersey?”

His lips feel so soft against yours as you get distracted, slipping your tongue into his mouth instead of giving him a proper answer. Godric you’re good at that. James’ wet hand quickly pushes the curtain open grabbing at your ass and tucking you against his naked body, soaking the front of you in the process. A muffled yelp escapes you as your body adjusts to the temperature and the feeling of his semi-hard dick against your front.

“No, coach still has mine and I have to return this to Steven after.” You say calmly, smiling against his cheek as he sucks at your neck. He would’ve enjoyed getting lost in the scent of your still-damp hair, but your statement makes him stop as he bites at your pulse point. A whimper leaves your mouth.

“Why the fuck are you still wearing whatshisname’s jersey?”

James’s hands trail up your back to feel the embroidered letters against your back, and he swears his eye twitches. The incredulous look on his face makes you hold back your laughter.

“Steven. You know him! Don’t tell me this is a big deal for you, baby. You know I couldn’t magically fix mine during the game…”

Your hands trace down his slippery biceps as he unconsciously ruts against your belly, cock now at full attention from rubbing up against you. Your nipples are pebbled up under the material of the jersey, soaked from your less-than-innocent embrace, and he lifts a hand to brush over them, making you groan.

“Definitely not. I wouldn’t get jealous of a prick like him…” He scoffs, hands going back down to fist the fabric over your hips, “Not a big deal at all.”

“Mhmmm… I’ve got a way to make it up to you, even if it’s not a big deal.” You muse, fingers reaching to tease his swollen head as James exhales harshly.

“I’d hope this is a big deal for you, baby. Would want nothing more,” he breathes, pushing your back against the wall.

“You just want me to say your dick is big.”

The both of you laugh before he tugs the jersey over your head, ripping it in the process.

“James!”

He shrugs, burrowing his head into your breasts and lapping at your right bud. You moan, shoving your shorts down past your ankles before pulling his hair away from your chest.

“Mmmm…fuck, babe. I’m supposed to be congratulating you right now!”

Your hands push at his torso slightly as you fall to your knees, placing yourself onto your sandals. Gentle hands graze his thighs, as he feels your nose bump into his cock. The water hits James’ back perfectly, and the sensation of your hand pumping and sliding along his length makes him almost feral, shutting his eyes in pleasure.

“You played so well today baby… deserve a reward, don’t you think?”

Your tongue slips out from behind your lips to lick the underside of his length, holding yourself there as you look up at him to answer. Droplets cascade down his pecs as he breathes heavily at the feeling, precum leaking from his cockhead. James hisses as you tap him against your tongue.

“Fuck, baby. Need your mouth right now.” He can feel you grin against his girth before his cock disappears into your mouth, hot and warm, and his instinct is to grab your hair. Goosebumps rise on the parts of him untouched by the shower. Your throat rumbles with a groan as you let him work himself down into your throat, the resistance waning as your jaw slackens. Cheeks hollowing, your lips retract with a pop.

“Like that, Jamie?” you say, reaching around to massage his balls as your tongue continues to play with the long vein that runs along the surface of his cock. It’s hard to fit all of him in your mouth, fingers barely able to wrap around it, much less the rest of you. His hand massages the part where your mouth hinges open, squeezing your cheeks around him as he fucks into you with a bated sigh.

“You always take me so well, baby. You can handle more, that’s it,” he pants, biting his lip as you concentrate real hard on letting him use you, the corners of your eyes watering. His heart is racing now as his hips piston to the noises that come gurgling from your throat and he almost slips before his reflexes help him catch the back of your head before it bangs into the stall wall. A loud moan sputters from around his cock as your eyes roll back, and the lack of oxygen makes you press your fingernails into his quads harshly.

He pulls out from between your lips, cradling your chin as the both of you catch your breath, coughing a little.

“You okay? Mouth so good I lost my footing.” All you can do is laugh hoarsely as he grins boyishly before you realize he’s not wearing his glasses.

“Can you even see me? S’bit cold down here, Mr. MVP.”

He pulls you up, strong hands lifting you at your armpits until you stand in front of him, reaching over to grab his glasses from the shower shelf. You slide them on as water sprays onto them slightly as he shifts, blinking at you in clearer vision.

“There’s my boy,” you whisper, cupping his jaw and slotting your lips between his once more. You could kiss James forever, all muscles and hard exterior, but everything else, his lips down to his insides feel and go soft for you. He groans lowly and it rumbles between the both of you, before the slick motions against your core remind you of something else that’s really hard right now.

“All for you,” he sighs, hands gripping onto your hips with a force that you think they’ll bruise tomorrow, and you love having physical reminders of him wherever you go. Huh, maybe he is jealous. And if not, he’s possessive. It makes your cunt pulse harder just thinking about it, your arousal helping his head slide nicely against your bundle of nerves and the softness of your stomach.

“I’m yours, you know that right?” Not replying, he instead inhales the sweat from your neck, following it with a dip of his tongue up towards your ear.

“James.”

Your boyfriend scoffs lightly, a small smirk on his face as he pulls your chin up to meet him at eye level. You’re so gorgeous like this, just letting him do what he wants to you. Always so reassuring of his needs. His thumb rubs against your bottom lip before you open your mouth and swirl your tongue around clean skin.

“Just feels like I have to remind you sometimes, pretty girl. Can’t let everyone walk around thinking you’re not mine.”

“I wouldn’t mind a reminder. Some marks would be nice too,” you grin, biting at his lip while your hands stroke him slowly, your own knees buckling in excitement.

“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Brat.” James hoists your legs over his hips, slamming your back into the wall as you squeak. Sandwiched between the warmth of his body and the cold of the shower wall, your eyes roll back as he eases his cock between your dripping folds, moans falling from your lips when he sinks into you, inch by inch.

His girth always has a way of stretching you open, and every time feels like the first as he taps at your thigh reminding you to take deep breaths. Fuck the party, you could stay here all night.

“Fill you up so nicely…we’re almost there, good girl.” His voice shakes, wanting to slam the rest of him straight into your cervix.

Your hands are gripping his shoulders until you finally feel him nudge the deepest parts of you, and you sigh when it all fits. Perfect.

“Always so big Jamie. Almost too much.” He kisses your cheek, hips starting to create a rhythm as he mutters into your ear.

“Not too much for my girl. Just perfect. Perfect pussy for this cock. All for you,” he grits, skin sliding and slapping as your thighs get pressed into your chest with the intense force he’s plunging into your guts.

“James, fuck….fuck you’re so deep! Feels so fucking good!” Filthy whimpers leave you and he loves the sound of your desperation when he’s inside of you like this. Too bad there’s no one else here to hear it. If Steven could only see you now.

“Such a good cunt for me to use. Only mine.”

He gasps for air as his feet slip against the tile once more, his heavy breathing fogging up his glasses, and his hold on you just as tight as your grip on his cock. Shit. His heart almost fell through his ass.

Your eyes open to see him struggling and a giggle escapes your mouth as you watch the stupid fucked out look on his face.

“How do people even fuck in the shower? This shit’s dangerous. Don't wanna maim the Gryffindor captain again.”

Your laughter sends jolts down to his throbbing shaft and he shakes his head with a smile, parting the curtain with one hand before carrying you still impaled on him towards the metal benches, placing you down softly.

“At least you finally admit it was your fault, baby. Could barely see straight for a week after.”

He wipes his glasses between his fingers before gazing at you lying across the bench, legs spread and ready for him. What a woman.

“And here I am hoping that when you’re done with me I won’t be able to walk for a week after,” you breathe, hands squeezing your tits as his pupils dilate further at the sight of you. What a fucking witch!

“Fucking hell, you know I love you, right?”

James positions himself over you, kissing your ankle as he sheathes himself back into your sex, resuming his brutal pace and hurtling you quickly towards your peak.

“Y-yes! Merlin, fuck I… looove you!” you wail, hips rolling to meet his and his balls strike your ass hard with each thrust. Your insides are being shifted around with him spearing your cervix like this and there’s nothing in this world that you could name that’s able to compare to how he makes you feel.

Your pussy contracts as he somehow nestles himself deeper, body trembling in this position as he throws your left leg over his shoulder, lips chasing your nipples trying to suck the life out of you, and perhaps that was his plan so you could forget anyone else but him.

“Don’t you dare fucking stop, James. Don’t you fucking DARE!” you beg, clawing your way down his back, making him nip at you in pleasure as you draw pinpricks of blood.

The tight pressure of release starts creeping at your core, making you squirm under him but he pins your waist down harder to the bench, the metal leaving prints against your flesh. His hands press harder on your stomach, silently encouraging you to cum and you can feel the imprint of his dick bulging from inside your stomach.

“Don’t struggle for me baby, just let it go. I know you wanna cum…. That’s it.” James praises in a shattered breath, watching you writhe underneath him as he holds you close. Your legs are shaking as your vision goes black for a moment, cunt gushing with release and squirt coats his pubic hair as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You lay there, catching your breath as the stars clear from your vision, and you look up at him stroking himself to the sight of you coming undone.

“Sheesh, look at the mess you made. You okay?”

“More than okay, Jamie. Need you to finish the job,” you tease, toes grazing the skin of his hip and he slaps at your thigh with a smile.

“Insatiable minx. Turn around then, ass up f’me.”

You do as he says, getting on all fours and showing him the perfect round of your asscheeks, covered in milky residue from your recent orgasm, but you turn to look at him when he doesn’t come near.

“Babe?”

His locker clinks open as he pulls a fresh jersey out, walking back to you and guiding it over your head and arms as you smile, pecking his cheek. Your silly boy. There was no way you actually thought you hated him this time last year with how sweet he really is. His large hand grazes the embroidered patches now resting on your back, POTTER, in huge white letters, CAPTAIN, now resting at the base of your spine.

James’ eyes drift lower and he hums at the sight of you perched on the bench, dropping his face to your throbbing holes and taking a long swipe with the flat of his tongue as he savors your taste along with the sounds of your whining. From your swollen clit to the ring of your asshole he’s languishing in a flavor that’s so uniquely you, and he pulls back, smacking his lips.

“Scrumptious. How are you hotter with clothes on?” James grins, taking a playful bite of an asscheek before he slaps it lightly and stuffs you deep, without any further hesitation. Your sarcastic reply is lost in a moan that makes your toes curl.

He works you open onto his cock again, your back arching desperately to be as close as possible and his hand presses you down, sliding up your spine until his fingers curl around strands of your hair. Tits swinging until they’re crushed against the bench, your face is smooshed as you mumble pathetically in his grasp.

“What was that baby? Can’t hear you well…” He spits at you, and if anyone could see this they’d know he was enjoying the sight of you at his mercy. He grinds his shaft against your walls, ramming against your g-spot and you drool like a mindless plaything, greedy for his attention.

“Right…right fucking there, ohmygod!” His cock pummels your cunt deliciously, hands spreading your cheeks wide and the stretch is so good, perfectly stroking the need in your belly.

“You’re so needy, pretty girl. You love it like this, huh? Good thing I fuck you so well, right?”

Merlin, this boy can pull orgasms out of you as well as he plays quidditch. He’s the only person in the world you’d gladly submit and be this pathetically cockdrunk for. Good thing he's yours.

“Yes…yes! So good Jamie. No one can fuck me like you….”

The white-hot sensation digs at your insides as his fingers fall to your clit, rubbing at you just the way you like as shockwaves shake every crevice of your being. He's breathing over your neck, hot air puffing and elevating your senses before they shut down completely.

“Yeah? Then come on my cock again right now. Show me you like it that much. Now.”

Your arms give out, falling completely forward as your body jerks in searing pleasure, pussy fluttering around his cock once more, so intensely. Your hands flail behind you until they find his, and he's pulling you up against his hard chest as he bounces you onto his length and chases his high.

“Give it to me, please, please… I can take it!” You’re screaming now, at the intersection between pain and pleasure but wanting to make sure you can milk him for his efforts. James’ thrusts stagger as he leans his head on your shoulder, biting you as he cums hard.

“I know you can, baby. All yours…” he chokes out.

Thick white ropes coat your insides, wrapping you tight around him like a present until the excess seeps out to the base of his cock. You kiss his temple as James starts to regulate his breathing.

“Fuck. Fuck….” you drag out, the two of you more winded than you were playing the damn game.

“I still have to return Steven’s jersey,” you mumble, and James can’t do anything but smirk at the thought of the clueless boy standing outside your House's locker room while he fucked you senseless a few doors over. What a shame.

—

The two of you walk hand in hand into the Gryffindor common room to a crowd of students cheering for James. The party is well underway and many hands clap his now injured back, to which his grimaces make you bite back a laugh. Speaking of bites….

Sirius walks up to you with two cups of punch, wide grey eyes zeroed in on you wearing James’s jersey and the glaring red marks of your boyfriend’s teeth on your neck.

“Merlin. I thought you two would take time to celebrate on your own but did you fucking attack her?”

You both take the cups out of his hands, searing blushes on your faces and leave Sirius to his own imagination before James whispers in your ear that he’ll be gone for a moment.

“Okay, but hurry back, baby.”

A peck on the lips sends him on his way to walk straight towards that wanker–er, Steven with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Potter! Have you seen–” the dumb boy says eagerly, before James cuts in, “Yeah, my girlfriend couldn’t meet you earlier, sorry mate.”

His hand digs into the undetectable extension charm in his knapsack, pulling out a soggy, ripped jersey.

“We were kind of busy, but you know how to fix that don’t you? You’ll need it to keep you warm on the bench for the rest of the season after all.”

It plops sadly onto the floor in front of the guy, and James looks at him, hazel eyes conveying what he knows he doesn’t have to remind him anymore.

“Thanks again! Appreciate you looking out for my girl.”

He walks away from Steven, who’s sputtering sad excuses and your eyes meet his as James finds you near the drinks table.

“What did you do?” You say with a lifted brow.

“Nothing, pretty girl. Just making known what’s mine.”

—

"you are pressing against me

like i press flowers

against the pages in my book.

you are kissing my neck

and it feels like the start of forever.

i want to touch you until my palms burn."

-amirae garcia

taglist (OPEN): @jsjcue

[siriuslylovejegulus33]

JAMES POTTER'S BIRTHDAY

James Potter had waited 364 days for this day to arrive, and he was ecstatic the second he woke up.

He turned around on his bed to find Regulus staring at him lovingly, with an easy smile on his face.

"Happy Birthday, my love," Reg kissed James' hand, and if it wasn't his motherfucking birthday, he would have time to blush.

There was no room for James to say anything back before little footsteps were heard running towards them at full speed.

"Happy burth-day daddy!" Harry yelled as he jumped on Regulus to get to James.

Once he got to him though, he wrapped his arms around James and his parents laughed.

Regulus picked up James who was holding their son and started running around the room. There were giggled and chuckles all around.

Until Regulus sighed, kissed James'temple, and ever so gently whispered, "Three... Two... One..." Because it happened every fucking year.

Suddenly the door was swing open and Sirius came running through the door and pushed the Potter-Blacks into the bed and hugged them all at once.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRONGS! HOW'S MY FAVORITE FAMILY DOING?"

And that was it. Regulus knew what was going to happen from that moment, because it felt like routine every year. Peter would bring a cake, Sirius would "distract" James, Remus would organize the gifts alphabetically, etc.

Even Evan and Barty helped, they adored James.

And it was always so beautiful, how even though they all did this for James, it was more of James giving them the gift of him in their lives. Because that's what James was: a gift.

And Regulus' gift... Well. That had to be given later when they were alone.

[addisonstars]

till' death do we part

written for day 13 of december for @jegulus-microfic with the prompt "jail" totaling 827 words (oops)

tw: implied/refrenced homophobia

James gets a call from the county jail at 11:37 p.m. and to say that he wasn’t happy was a bit of an understatement. Regulus, Barty and Evan all went out for drinks tonight, claiming it was “boys night,” and James didn’t care. (He may have cared a bit though when Regulus went out in that outfit and James didn’t get to see it in action. 

But he definitely did care that Regulus said he’d be home before 11, and he had yet to receive a call, or even a text from Reg saying that he was still alive or that he would be a bit late. What he instead receives is a call from the county jail at almost midnight. 

He begrudgingly picks up, wondering who would be calling him from jail. “Hello this is James Potter-Black speaking.” 

A pause occurs on the line before Regulus, of all people, starts talking. “Hey babe,” he laughs sheepishly, sounding a little drunk. 

James almost laughs himself, if not for his head spinning with thoughts. What could Regulus be in jail for? Why would he be in jail? It was probably due to the influences of Barty and Evan, those motherfuckers. 

“You wanna explain something dear,” he rolls off the bed, slipping into some sweatpants and shirt. Grabbing his keys and wallet, he walks to his car, already driving to the police station. 

“Um, can you come get me?” He sounds nervous, a little embarrassed to be where he is right now. 

James rolls his eyes, “I’m already on my way, love.” 

“Oh thank you,” 

“Mhmm, but do you want to tell me why you're in there?” He flicks on his blinker as he makes a turn, waiting to hear Regulus’ voice through the speakers. 

“I’ll explain when you get here, ok? And do you mind bailing Evan and Barty out too?” 

James sighs, because of course they were all in jail too. “Whatever you want, baby; just you better have a real good explanation as to why you're for one, in jail, and two, in jail.”

“I do. I think.” 

“I’ll see you soon love, please don’t get beaten up while you're in there.” 

***

After James pays the fine and gets all three of them out of jail, they pile into his car. In the morning they will come back for Regulus’s. 

“So,” he clears his throat, “any three of you want to explain what the fuck you were doing in jail.” 

Barty and Evan hold their hands up, as if they did nothing wrong. Regulus looks away but starts talking. “I…um…punched someone.” 

James tightens his hands on the steering wheel. “Ok,” he said, and that's not what he thought it was for, “why did you?” 

“There was some guy calling me a…faggot… and some other shit like that.” He carefully avoids James' eyes on him. “He noticed my wedding ring and snorted and said that it was probably a guy that I was married to, and that I was just some…” he sniffles and trails off, visibly distressed and not wanting to repeat what the guy said to him. 

James has to keep himself from swerving off the road when Reg tells him that stuff. He doesn’t want to quite comment on that information yet, so he looks in the rearview mirror and pointedly stares at Barty and Evan, asking that they chime into this lovely conversation. “We just helped Regulus beat the guy up. Truly.” 

He believes that he really does; those guys would do anything for Regulus. They sit in silence the rest of the drive, going to drop Barty and Evan off at their flat. On the way to their own house, James reaches out to grab Regulus’s hand and squeezes his hand. 

“Hey love, Reg,” Regulus looks up at him, remorse etched in face. “I’m not mad at you, I’m not. I’m glad you stood up for yourself.” He smiles at Regulus. “Maybe next time, don’t, ya know, take it to where you're going to jail for it, but I’m not upset about it, I promise love.” 

Regulus nods. “And you don’t have to tell me what the guy said or anything. I don’t really want to know what he said or I might have to go beat the guy up himself,” he laughs, trying to brighten the situation. 

Looking over at Regulus, he still looks a little distraught. “Reg look at me.” Regulus obliges, looking James in the eye. “I love you. I love with all of my heart, and nothing will ever stop me from loving you. Not homophobes, not somebody's words, and not even death will ever stop me from loving you, ok? Nothing. I love you Regulus Potter-Black, and nobody will try to stop me.” 

Regulus nods again, “I know. I love you too, Jamie. Maybe even more than you love me.” He smirks.

James laughs, rubbing Reg’s ring on his fourth finger. “Never. There’s no way.” 

-a.s.

[wierdshenanigans]

Marauders as things my friends have said:

Peter: Did they try to return you? Imagine if they did but lost the receipt

Sirius, who recently got adopted into the Potter family: I highly doubt my parents lost my adoption papers, Pete

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James: Would you still love me if I was ugly?

Regulus: If?

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James: WAKE UP MOTHERFUCKERS WE HAVE PRACTICE

Sirius: IT'S THREE AM?

James: I- Oh. I thought it was three pm

Sirius: HOW?

[starchaseriseverything]

Dorcas was working the night shift at the bar, and, as usual, a fight broke out. Dorcas was never the one who got involved in these fights, but all she could see was five men crowding two women in the corner. They were holding each other and looked scared.

"Bruno, take over for me." The boy nodded and took her place behind the bar.

As she walked over to the fight, she heard slurs. Gay slurs. Dorcas scoffs. "Boys!" They turn around to face her. "What is going on here?"

One man narrows his eyes at her. "No one asked black bitch."

Dorcas' eyes go wide and her eyebrows fly up. "What the fuck did you just say to me?"

She feels hands on her from behind. "Cas, it's not worth it."

"James, let me go."

"Cas,"

"Their homophobic and racist."

Dorcas hears James chuckle from behind her, and he lets go. "Boys, what are we doing?"

In the club lighting, James does look white, which is probably why the men talk to him. "These <girls> were making out in the corner."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Their both <girls>."

"So?"

All five men look at each other. "Girls can't date each other."

"Why not?"

"It's not right."

"I don't get why. You love who you love."

"White boys are supposed to stick together."

James laughs and looks back at Dorcas. "Are they serious?" He looks back at them. "I'm not white. I'm Hispanic."

The men's faces morph into disbelief. "What?"

"Oh, and this girl, right here. My best friend is her girlfriend, and her best friend is my boyfriend."

Then their faces morph into disgust. "Fags!"

James laughs. "Hey, Cas. Call Marls. Better yet, call everyone."

"Everyone, everyone?"

"Everyone."

"James,"

"Do it."

She pulls out her phone quickly and calls the group chat labeled <Gays>. "Cas! What's up!" Sirius' voice comes from the other end.

"Just waiting for everyone else."

Remus comes into view from Sirius' Phone. "Oh, hey Cas." As he says that, Marlene joins, followed by Mary with Emmeline, Lily with Pandora, Barty with Evan, Peter with Sybil, Alice with Frank, and Emma with Regulus.

"James is about to get involved in a fight."

"Turn the camera, Cas." Regulus responds. As she does, James threw the first fist. "James Fleamont Potter!"

James stops in his tracks. "You weren't supposed to show them!"

"How was I supposed to not! Its Reg!"

"So?"

"You can't even say no!" At that, the man who was in front of him punches him in the face. James staggers back.

"Not the point." James grits out.

"James,"

"Just get the girls out of the corner, Cas."

Dorcas can barely hear Sirius wooping over the phone in all the chaos. Dorcas did manage to get the two girls out of the bar without a single hit on either of them, but one of the men threw a punch at her.

When she looked back at her phone, Marlene was gone. She hung up.

<Oh no. She saw the punch.>

Reg and Emma were gone, too. She's assuming they left when one man threw a punch at James. Everyone else is still on the call, but their all in a car.

"James! Reg, Marls, and Emma hung up!"

"Fuck!" Dorcas looks at James. He didn't say fuck because of what she said, it was because women were now joining in and James doesn't hut women.

"Damn it." Dorcas was never one to get in a fight, ever. But she will for her friends. Dorcas runs at one of the women and punches her straight in the nose. The woman staggers back and looks at her in disbelief.

"What'd you do that for!?"

"You hit my friend, I hit you."

Dorcas hears a man groan from behind her and an unmistakable laugh. She turns around, and there her girlfriend is, laughing her ass off after what she assumes is kicking him in the nuts.

Dorcas chuckles and smiles at her girlfriend. Next, she hears a battle cry and then a thud. She turns back around and sees a woman on the ground and Emma standing over her.

"Don't mess with my friends, bitch!"

She looks around her and Regulus is throwing a punch at the man that hit James. "Don't touch my Fiancé."

The doors open, and all their friends come running in and start throwing punches. Dorcas smiles and throws a fist right at a woman's breast. In return, she throws a fist at hers.

The woman doubles over, Marlene standing behind her. "That's my Fiancé, you little cunt! Don't touch her!"

Ten minutes go by before the fight ceases down, and everyone is outside on the curb, getting scolded by Effie and Monty, James' parents, who own the bar.

"What did we tell you about starting fight?" Effie asks.

"That we shouldn't?" Alice says.

"Correct, and what did you do?"

"Technically, we didn't start the fight." Sirius responds.

"No, but James and Dorcas did."

"It wasn't our fault!" James yells.

"You still started it, Jamie." Marlene replies.

"She's right, James."

James whips his head around to her. "You can't say anything. You were the one who was going to start it in the first place, and you never disagree with Marls."

"You never do either!"

"Yes, I do!"

"Yes, he does." Marlene says at the same time as James.

"Ok, stop." Monty says. "Explain to us exactly what happened."

"Well, I was at the bar, and I saw two girls getting surrounded by those men. I told Bruno to take over the bar like I always do but when I went up to them and asked what was wrong, they called me a black bitch."

"I didn't hear what they said to Cas but I tried to stop her and she told me they were homophobic and racist so I told them about Marls and Reg, and that I was Hispanic. I told Cas to call everyone, and they started saying mean things to me, so I threw the first punch."

"All we saw was James throwing the first punch." Lily said.

"So, you all hot in this fight because of them being racist and homophobic?" Effie asks.

They all look at each other and nod. "Yeah, basically." Mary says.

"Emmeline,"

"What? I did it for them."

"Remus,"

"I tried to stop Sirius, but then someone punched me."

"Frank?"

"Alice drove."

"Evan?"

"Reg had already hung up."

"Barty?"

"Evan was already leaving."

"Peter?"

"I just followed everyone."

"Sybil?"

"I might be peaceful, but I wasn't going to stand for that."

"Pandora?"

"My friends were in trouble, and they got called fags."

"Ok, no more fight. Kick them out before a fight starts. Got it?" Monty says.

"Yes." They all say simultaneously.

They all smile and walk back in the bar to get some drinks. Leaving Effie and Monty outside for them to go back home.

[midnightpink]

in my head, i play a supercut of us

read it here on ao3

James smiles against the skin of his neck, where he has his face buried. He doesn’t overthink it, doesn’t think about how he so desperately wants to be more than sex for Regulus, because there, in the bathroom of a bar, still in the haze of sex, James feels like it’s enough. For that night, for that moment. Afterwards, he has all the time in the world to regret it, but when Regulus hugs him and falls into comfortable silence, James decides it’s best to deal with it later.

(or: watch what being ‘fuck buddies’ does to two motherfuckers who happens to be in love with each other).

by: aliatreides

Words: 11,922, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English 

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Other

Characters: James Potter, Regulus Black, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Lily Evans Potter , Pandora Lovegood, Barty Crouch Jr., Marlene McKinnon, Dorcas Meadowes, Evan Rosier, Minor Characters

Relationship: Regulus Black/James Potter, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Friends With Benefits, Trans Regulus Black, Fluff and Angst, a little bit of smut, Friends to Lovers, Kind of..., Oblivious James Potter, Oblivious Regulus Black, Happy Ending, POV James Potter, Comfort No Hurt, Love Confessions, Idiots in Love, i love them!!

[hihimissamericanbi]

oh HELLO SMUT IDEAS

celine you're brillant all of these are amazing HOW CAN I CHOOSE

but hmmm ok i'm going to say:

Make your fuckboi jealous at the club. regulus making either james or barty jealous?

and

Maybe time for some suffocating roommates to lovers tension solved via a stubborn ass game. ROSEKILLERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR or maybe pandora x barty (do they have a ship name? idk) OR lily x barty x evan could be fun

Alrighty crow boy let's see what we can do here. This gets p explicit by the end so... oops?

Jealous fuckboi was fleshed out in a previous ask, BUT using your prompt, I'd say in this case Regulus is at pandora's birthday party. He had JUST gotten brutally dumped by barty, like, that day or something. Really really raw, fresh wounds. Barty is a dick but he's the skittles' dick even with all the shit he pulls so he is also at the party, already all over someone else. Regulus is both furious and heartbroken (remember, he is a sad wet cat on the inside). Enter: James motherfucking Potter, tits out, eyes only for Regulus. "Where's your boyfriend Reggie?" "Oh you mean that asshat over there with his tongue down some guy's throat?" James is like 😈😈😈😈😈 fuck yes reggie is FINALLY single it's JAMIE TIME or something equally cringe inside his head. So he just completely destroys Regulus with some smoking hot sexy banter, lays it on real thick, and soon flirting becomes dancing and dancing becomes making out and holy shit James is so fucking hot I can't believe he's touching me like this meanwhile James is like wanted you for so long let's show him how pretty you look bent over for someone else and James spins Regulus around and bends him over so his ass is in the air as James grinds up against it.

It barely passes for "dancing"

And when he hauls Regulus back up he whispers in his ear from behind, look baby he's watching, all for you. He's the dumbest fuck on the planet for letting me get my hands on you. I'm going to ruin you for him and for anyone else.

Praise kink sex in the club bathroom ensues.

Ok ok so for roommate plus tension-filled game I'm going to take lily×rosekiller bc I am not super familiar with rosekiller as a ship BUT I have seen the little sprinklings of throwing Lily in there with them and I LOVE POLY SHIPS so let's go.

Rosekiller established. Lily is their roommate, who they met through Pandora. It's really important that the vibes from the get go is ANYONE CAN HIT IT for all three of them. Pan bi queer whatever they identify as it's basically Hot People Are Hot (aka same sexuality as us irl tbh). So there's a lot of rosekiller just LEERING at Lily shamelessly and vice versa. It's not just rosekiller being extra handsy with each other when she's around or "accidentally" leaving the door open that one time or being intentionally loud when they know she's home. So finally they are stuck home one night together because Lily's plans got canceled and rosekiller are like oh no 😈 play a game with us? 😊

I'm going to make them play strip never have I ever. So the real tension/sexiness of the story is in the stripping, and the leering getting more and more out of control, and the completely out of pocket comments about each other's bodies. And it's extra fun because we have a mix of genders and bodies going on here (Trans Evan? Trans Evan.) But yeah I love this set up because no matter what body the reader has chances are they can find some body parts to relate to in this story and those parts are going to get specifically called out and praised and told it's hot.

The sex finally happens when Evan is the first one to be totally totally naked and his cock is wet and swollen and peaking out from his folds and Lily is STARING and blushing and so turned on and Barty is like have you ever sucked a cock like Evan's before and Lily motherfucking Evans is actually SHY and she shakes her head and barty is like mm it's the fucking best and Evan is so sweet, you'll never taste anything like him, would you like to try a bite? Here I'll show you how he likes it.

And then they are off to the races. There will be lots of "kissing the taste" of one another into each other's mouths and a lot of praise/dirty talk in the third person; ie. talking about one partner to the other partner like the first partner isn't even there.

Tl;Dr: languid body appreciation/praise smut for a mix of genders

Whew!!!!

[the-most-sane-hp-fan]

Incorrect Quotes

just a quick little idea @mintsugarmy

---- *about to marry Lucius* Narcissa: Is this a good idea?

Andromida: Probably not.

Narcissa: Do I care?

Andromida and Bellatrix: No. but you certainly should.

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Sirius ready to kill Peter*

Remus: Don't quote me on this, but I believe murder is illegal!

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Harry, looking at his watch: It has been 2 hours and sixteen minutes since I’ve been insulted.

Also Harry: It’s been about 5 seconds since I’ve been assaulted, but let’s not talk about that.

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out grocery shopping Hermione: takes a free sample twice

Also Hermione: Robbery and Fraud. I am a Rebel.

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Ron: I hate how you're just born out of nowhere, and you're forced to go to school and get education so you can get a job. What if I wanted to be a duck? No one ever asked me if I want to be a duck!

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Filch: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

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Ron when he and Harry crashed into the womping willow: Get in, loser, we’re committing vehicular manslaughter!

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Mattheo, at the slightest provocation: I came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.

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Golden trio: I don’t always go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me first.

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Tom Riddle: trying to buy a Father's Day card at Hallmark

Tom Riddle: Excuse me, do you have any that just say "You are my dad?"

Associate: Well, I-

Tom Riddle: How about "You banged my mom?"

Associate: No…

Tom Riddle: How about, I don't care for your filthy muggle holidays but here's a card anyways?

Associate:....

Tom Riddle: You know what, I'll just get a blank one.

Tom Riddle: *writes* You are a father. This is a day. Here is a card.

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Buckbeak: Caw caw, motherfuckers.

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Fred and George: If history repeats itself, I’m so getting a dinosaur!

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James: Yo is Peter sleeping or dead?

Sirius: Hopefully dead, I hated their guts.

Remus: Yeah, so did I.

Peter: Okay first of all, fuck you-

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Professor McGonigal: Can I be frank with you guys?

Hermione: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.

Ron: Can I still be Ron?

Harry: Shh, let Frank speak.

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Newt and Theseus sitting in jail together

Theseus : So who should we call?

Newt: I’d call Y/n, but I feel safer in jail.

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Newt: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.

Theseus : You were flirting with Y/n.

Newt: So what? They're my partner.

Theseus : You asked them if they were single.

Newt:

Theseus : And then you cried when they said they weren't.

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Credence: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.

Y/n: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Credence: Absolutely not.

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Jacob: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Y/n: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Jacob: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING NEWT WITH ME

Theseus , picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

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Snape: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life

James: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years!

Peter: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this!

Sirius: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!

Remus: My moral code, is that you?

Snape:

Snape: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but do you guys need a hug?

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Tina: I really like this whole ‘good guy, bad guy’ thing you guys have going on.

Queenie: It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m mean and Y/n isn’t

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Tom Riddle: Don’t worry, I have a few knives up my sleeve.

Harry Potter: I think you mean cards.

Tom Riddle, pulling knives out of their sleeves: No, I do not.

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[marvelomadness06]

Remus Lupin is the King of comfortable silences.

That’s all.

[swoopswrites]

shoulder to shoulder hc's

Remus

is a really good cook from looking after Gracie but refuses to look after himself properly so only ever makes pesto pasta or noodles at uni, but when he's home and in a good mood he whips up the turkish dishes of his childhood for his sister

has a lightning bolt shaved into his short back and sides as a kid because he thought it'd make him faster on the field

originally played nine because he was a mouthy motherfucker at age twelve but when he hit puberty he grew too tall and his coach moved him to fifteen, but he ended up loving it

is actually still on good terms with his secondary school girlfriend, who sometimes takes Gracie on day trips with her and her little sister

he still has all his old jerseys in a box under his bed, saving them for if he ever has kids.

was filmed shirtless for a promotional video for his first world cup and overnight became a figurehead for body positivity and had instagram accounts dedicated to his abs. Sirius finds the latter hilarious and encourages to post thirst traps to his own professional account to give them new content. Remus begins working with charities on campaigns that help children feel comfortable with their visible differences, publicly talking about his scars in a way he thought he never would.

used to tell people Gracie was his daughter when he was eighteen for a laugh and to see the horror on their faces.

moves into a flat in Bristol with Sirius after graduating; equal distance from Remus' training and James' parents house. Gracie moves in with them after four years, after another accident forces Lyall into rehab.

Sirius

joined rugby in year seven because his first proper friend James said it was really cool and he knew it'd piss off his mum

got his tattoo's with a fake ID at seventeen the week after he moved in with the Potter's because he couldn't think of a better way to retake ownership of his body

a prolific vinted seller, makes bank by upcycling the cast-offs of his friends and re-selling them. in his final year, it gets featured in Teen Vogue and the exposure gets him fashion internships for post graduation.

(follow on) can sew. Effie taught him on the long nights he couldn't sleep post-running away, and so many of his clothes he's made himself

aside from his one night stand in first year, Remus is the first person Sirius has done bits at uni with because he was always too scared Peter would find out

swore himself off rugby boys and was so rude to Remus at first because he couldn't bear to admit his attraction

ends up working with NGO's to help queer youth, pioneering for the inclusion of queer kids in sport, helped by Remus' professional connections

Lily

had a weeny crush on remus when she first met him, and spent the first two weeks of uni gushing to her school friends about 'the cute welsh guy in my lectures' until she realised he really needed a friend, and she did her best to be that for him

likes her sleepovers with remus bc as a kid her and petunia used to share a bed but petunia stopped when they were fifteen and Lily always sleeps better next to someone else

used to hate being Ginger but her year 10 crush once told her it made her 'unique' and now she loves her hair

always wearing black winged eyeliner, even just to make a tesco run

has a tiny butterfly tattoo on her ankle that she got matching with her sister before her sister went to uni, back when they were on better terms. she hates it now, and tries to always wear socks

lowkey such a daddy's girl. watches the rugby with him and they have matching Ulster jersey's and scarves

James

had initially wanted to be a cricketer like his dad but his primary school had had a rugby club, and it was love at first training session

was genuinely shocked to be voted captain, doesn't realise how widely loved he is

obsessed with pickled onion monster munch

favourite song is unironically the rockerfeller skank by fatboy slim

his mum insisted he also take bollywood dancing lessons as a kid because she was scared private boarding school would make him lose his connection to his culture

was the main love interest in his year eleven school play after auditioning for a joke with Sirius and now has a genuine love of theatre and can still rattle off his lines

went to primary school with Peter and didn't know how to say no to him when he asked to join their second year house

gets invited to join the England team at the end of his final year of uni, and is genuinely more excited at the prospect of playing against Remus than he is to play for nationally.

he and Remus become known as a 'dynamic duo' amongst rugby fans, and create a fake twitter rivalry as a laugh, before staging a huge 'reconciliation' in the form of running their own summer training camps for underprivileged and disabled children. Gracie is the first to sign up.

[what-is-merlin-so-gay-for]

HELLO YES EXCUSE ME I AM IN DIRE NEED OF SOME HELP!!!!!

i can’t find my fav starchaser fanfic on ao3 and i think its a hidden work now or something but i’m not really sure?? (i can’t find it in my bookmarks)

the basic plot is that james decides that he needs to show lily that he can be a great boyfriend now that she knows that he makes for a great friend. and of course he decides to do that by fake dating regulus motherfucking black, his best friends brother (who has been outed recently, was thrown out of the family and living with the potters)

reggie was against it of course but agrees after a lot of begging from james and james starts falling in love with regulus WITHOUT NOTICING. reggie (who was in love with james the entire time) doesn’t know that of course and it’s messy af

honorable mentions:

the story of pyramus and thisbe and how james would rather die then live on without reg (after reg almost died)

eucalyptus

the consent in this one is so sexy

lesbian!lily in love with mary

queer club

regulus‘ iconic last quidditch game

james being the most romantic bitch in all of this

[futurewriter2000]

Masks - pt.2

A/N: Wanted write something like that for a while now and I quite enjoy this. Might complicate it later.

XX

"Well James fucking Potter, can you fuck off?" Jonnie puffed his chest out and stood over James.

"Dunno." he gave him a cocky smile, then flashed his eyes to you. "Do you want me to go, my Dove?"

You felt your heart sink, your whole body was feeling sickly and you couldn't understand what was happening to you. That's a lie. You did know what was happening to you. You knew that you'd see him sooner or later but this was sooner than you expected and mostly, you didn't want him to be around your new life, your new friends and all the things you had built when he was the one that broke you.

But one side of you, the way he called you his Dove, what he always used to do when he tried to go on your good side (worked well too), that side of you wanted to hug him tightly and never let him go again.

Yes, you had missed him. Yes, you had feelings for him. Yes, he was your first love but your self-respect was something you had been building on since he had broke you. He had broken you- he let a piece of you die and you could never forgive him for that.

You took a step back and gave him a look only he could understand. The look of anger and disappointment.

His smile completely disappeared and his eyes softened. You always fell for those eyes but you were stronger than that. He reached his hand to you. "(y/n)."

"You're the ex, aren't you?" Jonnie took a stand between the two of you. "You motherfucker, you're the one that broke her heart." he than turned to you. "This chap? Really?" he pointed his finger at him as he continued to look at you.

James guard immediately came back up. "You told them about me?"

"He's not my ex." you said coldly. "He was always just a friend." you hissed and threw sharp knives with your eyes.

"Just a friend?" James chuckled. "Really?"

"That's what you kept telling me for 8 months."

He stood there, speechless.

"Get lost, mate." growled Jonnie as he leaned forward to his ear. "She's better off without you, can't you see? She's better than you, always has been." he kept glaring at him, both of them not standing down.

"Let's just go, Jonnie." you grabbed his arm and tried to pull him away. "It was a surprise seeing you again, James." you said as you walked by him, stopping right next it him and catching his eyes.

You always could read him so well and you knew he was struggling a lot.

But that shouldn't be your problem anymore... yet you couldn't help yourself.

"Are you happy now, James?" you asked.

"Yes." he replied and you smiled.

You shut your eyes for a moment. "You always were a great liar, you know that?" you touched his arm for some comfort. "You got this." you said as you continued to walk by.

Your touch, your voice always gave him so much comfort... it was almost as if he could break down and let it all go- be his most vulnerable-self with you and he looked back at you with his heart filled with regret.

Merlin, he loved you.

Jonnie stepped into his eyesight. "You lost her, mate. And now, she's all mine." he smiled wickedly as Jonnie ran to you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

James lost it. All of a sudden he saw red and that anger filled him up so much that the next thing he remembers is being on top of that guy and punching him hard on the cheek- you pushing him off Jonnie as best as you could.

Jonnie got on his feet and ran to James like a furious bull. "You bloody fool!" he said just before he tackled him.

There were men pulling James away and your friends pulling Jonnie away.

And you? You were just so exhausted. You didn't even show one single emotion- you were purely cold as you stepped in between them as they were pulled back by their friends.

With such ice in your eyes, something James had never seen in you before- something that terrified him, you approached him. "You have no right to attack my friends- no right to come back and ruin things I had built upon." you pressed your finger into his chest. "You left me. You fucked up." you stared at him. "You. Left." you growled and his eyes softened and filled themselves with regret. "I choose them now." and you turned him your back and looked at Jonnies beaten face. "Are you okay?" you put your hand on his cheek.

He smiled. "Okay doesn't even describe it." his smile turned into a beam as his head leaned onto your palm. He relaxed and Matt and May let go of him. "Let's go." he said as he wrapped his arm around you again.

James let you walk away but James? He hasn't changed and he always,... always chose to hurt you.

"You bring shame to our world, (y/n). Choosing the life you did. Choosing them." he spat out. "Always disappointing your parents with your reckless decisions."

You stopped in your track and looked back. You showed no emotion even though your whole body was boiling with fury. "Fuck you James Potter."

[narcissa-black-supermacy]

I have to agree with your addition to the recent jegulus post - I think jegulus could be and sometimes is such an interesting dynamic, but it's often so poorly executed that I've been put off the ship, mostly. the way sirius is sidelined is absolutely abhorrent, and the flattening of their characters into stock tropes is so infuriating. I saw someone compare perciver to jegulus, that's how bad it has gotten! nice to see some nuance in fandom, that's all. from the posts I've seen of yours you always have balanced takes, which is great.

you are all making me cry tears of joy. i'm so happy that i'm finding my people, i usually feel so alone in all of this.

also, really had to do a double take when you mentioned perciver and google it to make sure i'm not confusing the ship with something else because...what?

i think my biggest issue with Jegulus(tm) is how it completely murders their character, in the absolute worst way possible.

Regulus as an uwu sad boy who is forced into taking the Mark and doing bad things, and just needs to be reassured and cheered up all the time. Instead of Heir of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black, RAB, Prince of Slytherin, the boy who figured out what took Dumbledore several decades by the time he was 18, the boy with an absolute lack of moral compass who joined the Death Eaters at 16, but also had no problem betraying the Dark Lord once he realised what his true intentions were, and when he hurt Kreacher, someone he was particularly fond of.

James The Sun Potter, a golden retriever whose only purpose is to cheer up and console people around him, who somehow just accepts all of Regulus' biases without fighting him on it? Who does not hold anything against him for all that his family has done to Sirius? James, who has the most black-and-white view in existence; James, who has the sharpest moral compass of them all; James, who is literally Snape's worst memory (not Lily's death, not his childhood, not the Dark Lord, Snape's worst memory is James motherfucking Potter); the author of the "it's more the fact that he exists" line.

The Sirius variable is always an issue too. Because no matter how much they love each other, Sirius is always Number 1 for them both. Regulus will always hold James taking Sirius away from him against him, and James will always hold all that's been done to his best friend and brother. It's a reoccurring issue in most fights.

I am also kinda bothered how James and Regulus not telling Sirius and keeping it a secret from him is the default in all fics? I do love reading "Sirius finds out" tropes, it's hilarious, a guilty pleasure of mine, but I hate how it's the default. Because I do not believe for a second that once Regulus and James were past sorting it out and were sure about what they're doing, the FIRST thing James would do is go and tell Sirius and they would both have an entire freaking out session over that. Also the two of them being heartbroken and consoling each other when Reg takes the Mark is too good to miss it <3