#soldier James potter

[evyltalks]

Commission for anonymous inspired by the fic Cloudless Climes and Starry Skies by Eniaos on ao3

[lunarparacosm]

jamieeeeeeeee

[evsstolenhearts]

"But, I love him!"

Him: is literally the most traumatized man I could have gotten my hands on

[buckyyyismahhlife]

Who needs depression when you have [fictional character]. We are simply living our best lives.

[groundzero-v]

[fanfic-lover-girl]

Doing a Marauders Prequel Series is a Waste of Time

Listen, if you look at JKR's writing for the 7 HP books they follow a similar pattern. 90% of the book is pure fluff where she makes you think Harry and his pals are doing something productive when they are not and then everything suddenly happens at the end through dumb luck, deus ex machina or other contrivances. (Ex. see Deathly Hallows, Chamber of Secrets, Philospher's Stone)

Here's a rough take on how the Marauder's prequel show would go:

15% Mauraders hijinks (becoming animagus, making the map, James crushing on Lily etc)

5% Voldemort war/Slytherins

5% maybe Sirius' family drama

75% Marauders bullying Snape

Like...what content is there to show? More boring magic classes? Slytherins once again being given no development (outside from maybe Andromeda dating a mudblood)? More annoying love drama?? All we will see is James' annoying crush on Lily and these boys being huge bullies. If you get one decent season of substantial episodes, that's plenty.

I bet Marauder stans just want to see a show where Severus is constantly shoved into a toilet or something and shown to be a loser incel.

[ecstarry]

tell me why i still cry to it everytime I remember it even exists

[drasticemotions]

WHY IS EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE HOT STEAMY SMUT I WANT HURT COMFORT AND FLUFF GOD HELP ME I BEG I WILL DO ANYTHING

[petitemistletoe]

James-Pt. 3

Pairing: James Potter x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: angst and a little bit of smut!

Word Count: 2.3K+

A/N: This was weird about posting the first...istg if I'm shadow banned again :(

Part 1

Part 2

Your room felt impossible stuffy as everyone pushed their way into it to watch you extract Bucky’s memories to put into the pensieve. Bruce and Tony had engineered a sort of projector type device to the pensive. This made you apprehensive. A part of you didn’t really want to know if your boyfriend was responsible for the murder of you, your son, and your husband. But it would also kill you if you didn’t know. You really didn’t want everyone else to watch but if Bucky truly was responsible, you would need help holding James back. 

“Stay still,” you said to Bucky as you held your wand up to Bucky’s head. You took a deep breath and pulled the wand away slowly, connected to his temple by a thin silvery strand. You cast the memory into the stone bowl of the pensieve and waited for it to mix with the liquid and answer the questions everyone had. 

When Bucky was under HYDRA’s control, his body had an indescribable weight to it. He was 95% not in control of himself and 5% in control. He wished his 5% was stronger or that his 5% did not exist at all. It was confusing. He was sent to work under a British contact, a man who’s name he honestly did not remember. It was something long and strange and he wasn’t asked to remember the man’s name. He was just supposed to follow orders. His direct superior was a man named Lucius Malfoy. Lucius was the one who got Bucky a position at the boarding school working with the other nonmagical people. Lucius instructed Bucky to speak as little as possible and keep his hands and head covered at all times. Lucius was not counting on the 5% of Bucky’s brain to activate from time to time. 

Bucky honestly shocked himself with how fascinated he was with you. He was helping Filch in the Great Hall early one morning when he saw you walk in with two boys who he would later learn through steady eavesdropping were named Sirius and Remus. Bucky was captivated by you, your gentle smile, the way you threw your head back a little when laughed, the way you were careful not to dig your nails into Remus’s arm as you held onto him for balance as you laughed. Bucky silently begged that you weren’t dating either of these two boys. He remembered, just for a second, taking a girl to the fair with his friend Steve. He remembered leaving Steve in the line for fries while the girl gave Bucky a blowjob behind the funnel cake stand. He remembered snaking his fingers, his normal flesh fingers, through the girl’s hair and guided her head on his cock. He thought about what you would look like, your eyes wide and watery as your lips wrapped his cock. He thought about his hand guiding your head or maybe pulling your body close to his by your uniform’s tie. Maybe he’d ball up that tie and shove it in your mouth.

Bucky was beat red and Steve had a heavy hand on James’s chest. You felt weird. Bucky had been thinking about you in a really sexual way when he had been stalking you, but he was also now your boyfriend and up until this morning you had liked it when he thought about you in a sexual way. It was…weird.

“I know the easiest way to solve this debate!” Sirius said, putting his arm around your shoulders. Maybe he was your boyfriend. The thought made Sirius’s stomach flip.

“Enlighten us,” Remus said with an easy laugh. 

“I think I’m better at sex, Remus thinks he’s better at sex. The way to solve this is for you to have sex with both of us and then tell us who’s better!” Sirius said to you. 

“In your dreams, Padfoot. In your dreams too, Remus.” You shook your head and laughed. So you weren’t dating either of them, then. Bucky had to fight a smile. 

“You’re all up early!” A tall, dark haired boy swaggered into the hall. 

“Oh good. It’s the ringleader of the idiots,” you laughed, shaking your head as the dark haired boy sat down next to you. 

“You all hear that?” The dark haired boy beamed at the group, “I’m a leader.” 

Bucky couldn’t really tell what the nature of the relationship between you and the dark haired boy was. He knew he didn’t like how easy you settled into each other. But it was possible that you were still just friends. Right?

“You’re an idiot,” you rolled your eyes.

“Give your idiot a kiss before quidditch try outs!”

“You’re the captain, James, you don’t have anything to worry about.”

“I have to watch Sirius try out again. I’m going to need some luck,” James leaned close to you.

“Wrap it up lovebirds, as if it isn’t bad enough hearing you fuck all night long.” Remus rolled his eyes. Bucky felt his face get hot and he took a large step forward before he stopped himself. It was enough to catch Sirius’s attention, however.

“Who are you?” Sirius asked. Everyone at the table turned to look at Bucky. Thankfully, Filch was walking by and explained in his gnarled voice that Bucky was a squib working at the school. 

“Well did you need something?” James asked.

“There’s no need to be rude,” you said, hitting James’s shoulder lightly, “this is James, that’s Sirius, and that’s Remus,” you pointed to each of the boys after introducing yourself, “if you need anything, let us know. Hogwarts can be pretty confusing at first.”

You were nice. It had been a long time since someone had been nice to Bucky. Your kindness was itching at a part of Bucky’s brain that was just barely out of reach. 

You felt your eyes well up with tears. You knew that being under HYDRA control was difficult and terrible for Bucky. But you never really understood until this moment how alone Bucky had been. Bucky’s head was hanging low, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes. James still looked upset. And you were still upset. It didn’t matter how lonely Bucky was if it meant that he was responsible for the murder of your son. Right?

Bucky watched you the entire remainder of your time at Hogwarts. He watched you after, rage boiling in his stomach the day he saw you leave your little cottage at Godric’s Hollow, stomach swollen and your hand in James’s. Bucky had been nervous that he would be punished for saving you from the dementors but no one had seemed to notice. And the wizards were not as quick as HYDRA was with wiping his memories. He was becoming more and more human by the minute. Every time he watched you, he felt like he could connect a little more with his past. His eyes were on you. You were going to continue to be a part of his life, one way or another. 

Bucky was required to meet with Lucius Malfoy once a month to deliver intelligence. He was surprised, however, when he had to meet with Lucius’s superior-the British contact with the terribly long name. Bucky was guided to a dark basement, with a long polished table that various men and women sat at. They all looked different, some regal like Lucius, some…less so, but all bearing that dark tattoo on their forearm. 

At the head of the table was a man with dark hair and pale, waxy skin. He had probably been attractive once but now he looked exhausted, like the leader of a nation at war for too long. He beckoned Bucky close and spoke in a low hissing voice. 

“You have served me very well, soldier. The intelligence you have gathered on Dumbledore has been invaluable. I’ve been made aware of a prophecy, a young child will be my demise,” the man was afraid, Bucky could tell, but he laughed as if this thought was preposterous, prompting the rest of the table to laugh as well. 

“Who is the child?” Bucky asked. Instantly, Lucius was up and at Bucky’s side, cane raised ready to strike him but the man held his hand up, 

“I believe it to be the Potter boy. It’s no matter with your intelligence and the secret location provided by Wormtail, I’ll be able to descend tonight.”

Bucky’s blood ran cold as he whipped his head around to see Peter, the supposed best friend of yours and James’s push back his hood and send a shy smile Bucky’s way. Bucky wanted to hurt him. But Bucky wasn’t really any better. 

“I have a favor to ask,” Bucky blurted out before he could stop himself. The man looked surprised, but grinned and nodded, 

“You have been very faithful to a cause that has no bearing on your life. I’ll grant this favor, within reason,” the man looked at Bucky with his little snake eyes.

“Kill Potter and the child. But spare the girl.” Bucky’s throat was tight. 

“As you wish, James,” the man said, extending his pale boney hand for Bucky to shake.

There was surge of emotion that overcame you as you ran towards Bucky and started pummeling his chest. 

“How could you! That was my son!” You screamed. Your poor defenseless child, murdered and you were spared because this stalker had fallen in love with you. And you had later fallen in love with him. You felt sick. 

“Wait a minute,” James said, unusually calm, “how do we know that Harry is dead?”

“What do you mean?” You turned, wiping your face. 

“You and I…we were killed too. But here we are.” James said. 

“Harry could be alive…Is he still alive?” You turned and asked Bucky. 

“I don’t know. I didn’t even remember any of this until just now.” Bucky mumbled.

Bucky watched from a distance as Voldemort descended on the house. His super soldier hearing made your conversations in the house sound crystal clear. He heard James send you upstairs and draw his wand. There was no time, however, Bucky heard Voldemort hiss,

“Avada Kadavra,” and then Bucky heard the sound of a body hit the ground. He heard Voldemort ascend the stairs and then face you and Harry.

“Please don’t hurt us,” you begged.

“I’ll spare you. Just give me the boy. He asked me to spare you.” He hissed.

“Who?”

“James.”

“James? James would not have asked you spare his own son over me.”

“Not that James. Get out of way. I will not ask you again,” He was getting impatient. Bucky was begging everyone and everything that you wouldn’t be selfless, but your caring heart was what made him fall in love with you in the first place. He heard you turn and shield Harry with your body as Voldemort mumbled out a curse that Bucky didn’t recognize, the sound of your body hit the floor, and then another spell that Bucky knew as a memory wiping curse. 

Voldemort then turned on the baby and raised his wand. He yelled out the killing curse but then heard the sound of a panicked scream before silence. All Bucky could hear was the soft sound of a baby cooing. Bucky willed himself to stay put for a few more minutes as he could hear the sound of a motorcycle in the distance. It was Sirius. He heard Sirius enter the house and begin to wail at the sight of James’s body. Sirius took a deep breath and then ran up the stairs. 

“Oh fuck, oh no, oh god.” He was sobbing, and then his sobs muffled, Bucky assumed he was crying and holding your body. Sirius then emerged from the house, a blanket wrapped baby in his arms. Bucky didn’t understand what had happened, but he knew he needed to leave quick. He waited until Sirius’s bike was a speck in the sky and then he ran into the house, scooped up your body and James’s and carried them to the rendezvous point he was supposed to wait at if things went bad and he needed to get in HYDRA’s control. He was by the Atlantic coast, just listening to the sound of the tide lap at the sand. He didn’t know what to do with you. He remembered hearing something about a soldier could be preserved by crashing into the icy ocean. He grabbed your body and threw you as hard as he could into the ocean, hoping and praying that you would survive. The jet descended and the HYDRA operatives glared at Bucky.

“What is that?” One of the operatives barked, pointing at James’s body.

“You need a body for your testing. I know the doctors want to create more super soldiers.” He threw James’s body towards the operatives and climbed into the jet, knowing that in just a few moments his memories would be wiped again.

Taglist: @vilentia, @shadowbriar, @savagejane1, @white-wolf-buckaroo, @theendofthematerialgworl

[ddejavvu]

how are you? for mvm can i get a soft, fluffy army!james au? maybe like him coming home from a deployment and seeing you for the first time in months and just being so happy

come join my au celebration! send me any au you can think of :)

i just combined this with your duplicate request from the day before: soldier!james potter x reader where he's coming home from deployment and just fluff?

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The music playing through the kitchen was loud enough to where you didn't hear the front door open. Normally, the sound of your home being invaded would have struck fear in your heart, but you were none the wiser, humming softly along to the song that echoed through the kitchen.

It gave James the opportunity to set his bag down by the door, strip off his jacket, and toe off his shoes. He crept into the kitchen, making sure that his socked feet made no noise against the tile. He tip-toed up behind you, keeping his thick, muscled arms behind his back until he flung them around your waist, catching you off-guard and pushing you into his chest when you stumbled backwards.

A scream escaped your mouth that he quickly muffled with his hand, the ring on his finger a tell-tale sign that it was your husband holding you.

Your next clue was his deep voice, murmuring a quiet 'boo' into your ear as he stabilized you.

Your horror was quickly replaced by surprise, then elation, then love. You spun around in James's arms, your awestruck gaze roving over his face as you frantically cupped his cheeks.

"James!" You squealed, "You're home! It's you, you- you're home!"

"i'm home," James repeated, his blinding grin adding to his charm, "It's me, I'm home, sweetheart."

[enbysiriusblack]

what i think is written on the marauders graves:

regulus: Regulus Arcturus Black, 1961-1979

marlene: Marlene Meadowes, "may you sleep on your tender girlfriend's breasts" 1960-1981

dorcas: Dorcas Meadowes, a good soldier 1960-1981

james: James F. Potter, loving father and husband 1960-1981

lily: Lily J. Potter, loving mother and wife 1960-1981

sirius: Sirius B. "Time is but a paper moon, Teo Torriatte", 1959-1996

peter: Peter Pettigrew, 1959-1998

remus: Remus J. Lupin, friend and mentor to many, "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars", 1960-1998

[pearlzier]

✶ ׅ ࣪

oh i wanna write so bad and i have so many ideas but. i want...... more..... please send requests !!

i write for: dean winchester, soldier boy, beau arlen, carmen berzatto, rafe cameron, john b routledge, jonah simms, lip gallagher, jj maybank, pope heyward, sarah cameron, kiara carrera, richie jeromovich, michael berzatto, natalie berzatto, damon salvatore, sam winchester, ethan landry, james potter, sirius black, max jagerman, and probably a few more that i forgot

i will write: fluff, smut, possible angst, i might do some dark stuff on occasion? don't really know yet

i won't write: probably no heavy angst bc it gets me in my feels :( no noncon stuff in terms of smut either i just dont. vibe with that or incestuous relationships etc. it makes me uncomfy!!

𝜗𝜚

i am black, and fem, so many of my works will have black!fem!reader in mind but ill always specify any information about reader clearly on the post <3. send requests!!!! i dont bite i promise im jus a goober

[nkp1981]

The most British red carpet photo ever:

[lynxindisguise]

Sirius was supposed to be the king. But he rejected the crown and became the soldier.

James was supposed to be the poet. But he saw the injustice in the world and became the king.

Remus was supposed to be the soldier. But when he started viewing himself as the enemy, he became the poet.

[moonystoast1971]

working on a poet/king/soldier marauders art work

BUT

i miss seeing my main man peter

so i present to u: Soldier: Sirius King: James Poet: Remus Mage: Peter

fight me on it

[ffb6c1lover]

james king, wanting to be poet

remus poet, wanting to be soldier

sirius soldier, wanting to be king