#spring james potter

[biggukuma]

[letraspal]

Can’t you at least spend Christmas with me? So Black Brothers coded.

[vega--black]

Jegulus is winter, Wolfstar is fall, Rosekiller is summer and Pandalily is spring

Try to change my mind :p

[ecstarry]

cant stop thinking about a jeggy meet ugly at dorlene’s wedding where they are both men of honor and james spills smth on reg’s suit before the ceremony and they realize who the other is until they look at each other from across the altar and james is like damn this guy is probably into me he can’t stop staring while reg is silently cussing him for ruining his prada suit and having to wear his other prada suit

[bradleysass]

Spring - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 691 - Starchaser

James had always been a classical music guy, but not in the way Regulus was. James was a piano prodigy—he could make the keys sing, could command an entire room with nothing but a melody and his hands. But there was no piano in Vivaldi’s Spring, and for once, James was content just to listen.

“You’re staring,” Regulus muttered, not looking up from his sheet music.

James grinned, unrepentant. “I’m admiring.”

Regulus sighed, but there was a telltale dusting of pink on his ears as he adjusted his grip on the violin. He stood in the music room, posture perfect, bow poised over the strings. The room was dimly lit, a soft golden glow from the overhead lights giving everything a warm hue. James was perched on the old piano bench, fingers tapping absently against the closed lid, watching.

“You’re supposed to be helping me,” Regulus reminded him.

“I am helping,” James argued. “I’m providing moral support.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, but he lifted the violin to his chin and took a steadying breath. Then, he played.

Vivaldi’s Spring filled the room, notes tumbling over one another like raindrops against glass, bright and sharp and alive. James felt his chest tighten, caught in the sound, in the way Regulus swayed just slightly with the movement of the bow. His eyes were closed, lashes casting shadows against his cheekbones, completely lost in the music.

It was unfair, really, how beautiful he was.

When Regulus reached the more intricate part of the solo, he faltered, a frown flickering across his face as his fingers stumbled. He pulled the bow away with a frustrated breath. “That part is impossible,” he muttered.

James sat up, leaning forward. “It’s not impossible,” he said. “You were just overthinking it.”

Regulus arched a delicate eyebrow. “Oh? And you’re an expert now?”

James smirked. “I know you. And I know that when you get stuck, you get in your head about it.”

Regulus pursed his lips, considering. Then, with a small sigh, he repositioned the violin and tried again. This time, James didn’t say anything, didn’t interrupt. He just watched as Regulus took a breath and played, letting the music guide him instead of chasing perfection.

And this time, he got it right.

Regulus’ eyes flickered open when he reached the end of the passage, expression somewhere between disbelief and satisfaction. He turned to James, who was grinning like a fool.

“See?” James said, triumphant. “Told you so.”

Regulus exhaled a laugh, shaking his head. “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet, here you are, letting me watch you play,” James pointed out. “I must be doing something right.”

Regulus didn’t answer right away. He just looked at James, something quiet and unreadable in his gaze. Then, so softly James barely caught it, he said, “Yeah. You are.”

James’ heart stumbled over itself, and he wondered, not for the first time, if he was absolutely doomed.

Regulus set his violin down, stretching his fingers. James watched the way they moved, slender and nimble, the same way they danced over the violin strings with effortless precision. He had a sudden, absurd thought that those fingers would be equally at home pressed against his own—against James’ hands, guiding them over piano keys, threading through his hair.

“Play something for me,” Regulus said suddenly, nodding toward the piano.

James blinked. “What?”

“You always make me play,” Regulus said, tilting his head slightly. “It’s only fair.”

James huffed a laugh but didn’t argue. He shifted on the bench, lifting the piano lid, letting his fingers hover over the keys for a moment before pressing down. A soft melody filled the room, something slow and warm, entirely improvised. He wasn’t sure what he was playing, only that it felt right.

Regulus leaned against the violin stand, eyes closed as he listened. “It’s not Vivaldi,” he murmured, a hint of a smile on his lips.

“No,” James agreed. “But it’s for you.”

Something flickered across Regulus’ face, something James couldn’t quite name. But he didn’t look away, and James didn’t stop playing, not even when he realized he was completely and utterly in love with him.

[luckyscauldron]

springtime at hogwarts

[rewritingcanon]

this is how i imagine ronarry and prongsfoot shippers

[we-r-loonies]

"i know i could've loved you, but you would not let me" is so james!!!!

"ill follow you down till the sound of my voice still haunts you" IS. SO. REGULUS.

[desirofmoony]

i need marauders band au fic with sirius singing “silver springs” to remus on LIVE TELEVISION after their break up. and remus is looking at sirius like “damn, he’s the loss of my life” while sirius sings “you’ll never get away from the sound of the [wo/man] that loves you” LIKE PLEASE?!

i might just write it myself LOL

[anniedreamwilldo]

and if I say that nick and charlie are a jegulus variant, what then?

[firstfluke]

Chapter sixteen of my long Jegulus fic Syncopation is up now!

For the third time in his life, James wakes up next to Regulus. The winter sun hides behind a dense wash of grey, sequestering the small room in perpetual dawn, and James sits up against the cold white wall. He reaches across where Regulus is curled against the corner, pulls at the curtain, lets in what dim morning light the day has allowed. Regulus furrows his brow, rubs his face into the pillow. “You’re gonna ruin your curls like that,” James says, voice hoarse.

[thesamsam]

why am i seeing marauders fan posting about those gay boys playing that american gay sport ???

is it good ? should i read it ??

[shrimpalbuspotter]

I imagine James Sirius as having a similar natural hair colour as my brother who is a pure brunette but with extremely visible wisps of ginger that appear when it's sunny out. It looks strangely ethereal despite the mug it's attached to and it's the only hair colour I've thought of that matches how I see James ii perfectly.

[ecstarry]

spring break

James is willing to do anything to get Regulus' attention, including, participating on a wet t-shirt contest where Regulus will be the judge.

"The curly-haired man scanned him with his gaze, and the moment he reached his exposed abdomen, he blushed. James made him blush. He had found exactly who he wanted to spend his week with.”

Fic: Spring Break

for @malchai and beta-read by @bellaxisworld as part of the @croptopjames

[moochymoony]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62672140/chapters/160436785

MY SWEET BABY ENTR’ACTE REACHED 900 HITS!!!! I am celebrating every milestone as a new fic writer I’m sorry 🥹

P.S. I haven’t updated in a few days because I’m on vacation, but I’ll be back at it tomorrow updating very regularly.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 1 - Spring

@jegulus-microfic April 1, Word count 542

The first of April was the Marauder’s favourite day of the year. They spent weeks coming up with pranks for April Fool’s Day. They not only pranked their fellow students, but they pranked each other. 

James had placed a sticking charm on a little toy rat that he’d stolen from Lily’s cat to follow Peter wherever he went. 

All the mirrors that Sirius looked into burped rudely at him, and he’d transfigured all of Remus’s books into copies of Cassandra Vablatsky’s Unfogging the Future. James knew better than to mess with Moony’s chocolate supply, which meant his books were the next option on the list. 

So far, though, the only one not to be pranked was James. Lunch passed, and nothing, not even a nose-biting teacup. He was feeling more and more on edge. He kept flinching whenever one of the others came near him. Sirius took great joy in this and found a multitude of reasons to lean over or brush past him. 

They were walking out of potions together at the end of the day when he was suddenly yanked backwards into an empty classroom. 

“Hey, what the hell?” James yelled before he realised it was his friends. “Oh, what the hell?!” He knew this was it. Instead of them all pranking him separately, they were working together.

“Petrificus Totalus” Sirius flicked his wand, James’s legs snapped together, and his arms stuck to his sides. He was completely frozen in place.  

Peter transfigured James’s robes into a clown costume. 

Sirius performed a much tricker spell. Using the effects of the petrifying jinx, he transformed James’s legs into a giant spring. He and Peter had to grab ahold of him to stop him from falling on his face. 

Remus finished the prank off by sinking what would have been his feet into the stone floor. Sirius unfroze James, and they watched as James wobbled forwards and backwards like a jack in a box without the box. 

The rest of the Marauders left him there, yelling after them as they went to dinner, raucous laughter bouncing off the close corridor walls as they went. 

He yelled himself hoarse, trying to get someone’s attention. He called out again, and the heavy wooden door creaked open, and Regulus’s head popped around it into the room. 

“I thought I could hear your voice.” He said, his brow screwed up in concern. “Are you alright?” 

He came further into the room and caught sight of James’s predicament. The usually stoic boy snorted with laughter and ended up on his hands and knees, gasping for air he laughed so hard. 

Eventually, he composed himself enough to wipe the tears away and stood before his slightly bouncing boyfriend. “Did my brother do this to you?” He asked, stroking James’s cheek.

“And Remus and Peter.” James pouted. “Can you help me?” Regulus took a step backwards, biting his bottom lip. 

“I can, but I’m not going to.” A wicked glint flashed in his eyes as he raised his wand. James’s face was covered in gaudy clown makeup before he could utter a word. 

Regulus pecked a kiss on James’s lips before he left him again. “Happy April Fool’s Day, love.” He cackled as he shut the door behind him.