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James MF Potter
She/they, 16, enfp, very bisexual
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He burned the letter omg Sirius burned the letter GO TO HELL Sirius HOW DARE YOU TREAT REGULUS LIKE THAT
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James Potter to Regulus at some point: “My star, you are ever burning, ever shining, and ever mine. I love you.”
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This is exactly how they talk
james and remus gossiping about sirius (canon btw)
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Soo... somehow got myself sucked into The Marauders fandom and I have no idea how -- but have a young Sirius Black, because I'm just gonna embrace this~ ✨
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Same!!!!!
I WANT MY OWN JAMES/ JAMIE POTTER DAMN IT
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I LOVEEEEE
finally started reading all the young dudes, i wanted to draw these two so badly
(inspired by this vid!)
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My god they’re adorable
Domestic wolfstar moments because we need peace in this household
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Remus: James have you ever won an argument with Regulus.
James: We never argue. He speaks French and I shut up.
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Omg! Thank you for tagging me!
Favourite music artist - George Harrison
Favourite song - on melancholy hill (gorillaz)
Favourite movie - The Darjeeling Limited or Casablanca or breakfast at Tiffany’s or funny face
Favourite album - the rise and fall of ziggy stardust ( David Bowie)
Favourite book series - ok I don’t have a favourite book series but my favourite book is Just Kids (Pattie smith)
Something you may not know about me - I’m learning Italian so I can visit and try to speak it somewhat
A character that I’m a lot like - ok outside of the marauders I’m like phoebe from friends, if we are talking marauders I’m like regulus black
If I were a colour - I’d be GREEN
If I were a song - I’d be 1937 state park (Car Seat Headrest)
Random facts - I love art, i love travelling, and I have a lot of anxiety 😁
I don’t know who to tag so anyone who wants to feel free!!!!
things you may not know about me! ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚
feel free to use this as a template!!!
fav music artist: taylor swift
fav song: cornelia street
fav movie: titanic
fav album: reputation, taylor swift
fav tv series: gilmore girls
fav book series: percy jackson (duh haha!)
something you may not know about me:
i thrive off of academic validation and i love working towards success (call me rory gilmore!)
a character i’m most like: bianca stratford, 10 things i hate about you
if i were a color i’d be: red!
if i were a song i’d be: bejeweled, taylor swift
random fact: my favorite ice cream is the salted caramel coffee flavor!
no pressure tags! 💌
@jgracie @sunnitheapollokid @hope92100 @ssparksflyy @s1utlvr @aezuria
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I feel as if some of you Jily shippers are very confused.
As a Jegulus shipper, I don’t ship Jegulus because I hate Lily.
On the contrary, I ship Jegulus because I have ulterior motives.
Now, I can have Lily Evans all to myself
muahahahaha
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Omg dude
april 5 @jegulus-microfic prompt: slap. 874 words.
fyi - james is "pushy" in this fic with regulus' boundaries but it is not an issue. if regulus had an actual problem with it, he would tell james. don't take it too seriously <3
cw: swearing.
Barty is playing cards with some random Ravenclaw in the common room when Regulus walks up to him, glancing around skeptically and sulking. He’s always rather tense, Regulus—but he looks like a spiky porcupine as he joins their table, ready to hex anyone who looks at him wrong.
Regulus stops by Barty’s arm and mutters to him, “I made a mistake.”
Barty raises an eyebrow at him. “You made a mistake?”
His lips thin out. “I made a mistake.”
Barty heaves a sigh, nodding. “Where’s the body?”
“No! Merlin, no—I mean. Not yet, but there might be soon.” Regulus folds his arms over his chest, taking another peek around the room. He’s looking for something—or someone.
“Reggie, you are acting more dramatic than Sirius, right now—”
His head snaps up, eyes dancing dangerously with silver flames. “You cunt, I am not—”
“Point proven, Reg. I think the dramatic gene is in your bloodstream.”
Regulus huffs and rolls his eyes. “Anyway. We might be murdering James.”
“Potter?”
“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” he hisses. He reminds Barty of an agitated cat, hissing and clawing and angry.
“Right, so we’re murdering the boy you’ve been in love with for a fucking century? Now we’re murdering him, after you managed to bag his ass?”
“Best friends are supposed to support their friends’ murderous intentions, Bartemius.”
“I'm very supportive of your murderous intentions, I just have questions. What did the poor guy even do?” Barty even feels a little bad for James. Potter is just as smitten with Regulus as Regulus is with him, which means he is very far gone for him. So in love it almost makes Barty sick, to look at them. It's a beautiful and gross thing. He can’t imagine James would do anything to massively upset Regulus, he’s too pure of heart.
Regulus grumbles something under his breath.
Barty leans forward. “Hm? What was that?”
“He slapped my ass,” Regulus says louder, and Barty cackles.
Regulus smacks his shoulder as he doubles over in delight. “You don’t get it, Barty, he’s slapping my ass everywhere. All the time. He did it once and saw me—saw me, um, get flustered, I guess—shut the fuck up—and now he’s inescapable.” He leans forward to set his forehead on the table, hiding his red cheeks. Barty giggles beside him. “So—Reg, I’m sorry, please, oh Merlin—you made a mistake?”
He nods, miserably. “I told him to stop. He took it as a challenge. A personal challenge to find me everywhere and publically slap my ass.”
“I don’t blame him. You have a perfectly slappable ass, Reggie—”
“I’m never coming to you with my problems again.”
“Okay, fine, I’m sorry, let’s go plan his fucking murder or something—oh, oh—” Barty laughs, startled, and Regulus looks up.
“Fuck,” he says, standing up straight and booking it, running around the sofa to keep as much distance as possible between him and the entrance to the common room.
James Potter walks in, bright smile lighting up the room.
Regulus blushes from the mere sight of him, weak in the knees but still tensing up and preparing himself to run.
James struts over to the couch, perfectly calm. “Hi, sweetheart,” he says to Regulus, voice dripping in saccharine sweetness.
Regulus glares, steel eyes shooting daggers at his boyfriend. “How did you find me? I’m hiding from you.”
James smirks. “You sure know how to flatter a guy, Reg. But, you know, I have my sources.” He shrugs, nonchalant. Barty thinks that seems suspicious, but he ignores it in favor of planning an escape for Regulus. He can tell both he and James are gearing up for a little fight, a chase. He would even bet they both like the thrill of it, this game they’re playing.
“Come on, baby, why are you avoiding me?” James asks, leaning over the back of the sofa, eyes soft but glittering in amusement as he looks at Regulus.
“You know perfectly well why I’m avoiding you,” Regulus whispers venomously.
James shrugs. “Are you still going to run?”
“Are you going to slap my ass?”
James chuckles. “You have a truly marvelous ass, Regulus—”
“Potter—”
Barty is about to hex James so Regulus can escape when James jumps over the couch and reaches for Regulus. He yelps, attempting to dart away—too slow.
James catches him by the wrist and whips him around, pulling him close with one hand on his waist, slapping his ass with a resounding smack! Regulus goes red, cheeks pretty and pink as he glares up at James. “You are objectifying me, Potter.”
James kissed him hard, practically manhandling him with one hand on his waist and one on his ass.
“I think you like me objectifying you, baby,” James whispers against Regulus’ lips. He melts against James’ chest, an indecent sound ripping from his throat, tugging him forward for more demanding kisses.
They become rather—obscene, at this point, Barty observes. He chuckles and throws a pillow at them.
“Get a room, you sluts!”
Regulus nods fervently. “Room, a room, James, yes, let’s—yeah.” He drags James out of the common room and towards the dungeons, and James’ hand doesn't leave his ass the whole way there.
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Anybody got some good rosekiller fics would greatly appreciate it😘
#marauders era#rosekiller#evan rosier#barty crouch jr#regulus black#barty x evan#evan x barty#thanks!
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