James Potter ☀️
James would never weak jackets without someone insisting him to. He would never be cold or freeze, not even during the deepest snow.
Why? Well, first of all, he’s always hot. Second, he’s basically the sun.
How could he get cold as long as the sun didn’t collapse?
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On the topic of Regulus' patronus, since I won't let this die until I see it in a fic even if I have to write it myself.
Regulus: Why can't I get this bloody charm to work
Remus: Happy thoughts, Reg. Happy thoughts.
Regulus: What part of my upbringing gave you the illusion I have those?
Remus: Happy. Thoughts
Peter: Think like that fairy! Tonker Bells!
Remus: Tinker Bell. Purebloods.
Regulus: Could you two stop arguing over muggle cartoons so I can focus!
Regulus: Expecto Patronum!
Sirius: Bloody hell Reggie, is that a lion?
Regulus: Oh.
James: Oh.
Remus: He's beautiful Reg, what are you going to name him?
Regulus: Helios
Sirius: You're going to name your patronus after the sun?
Regulus: It keeps to the family theme doesn't it?
Sirius: Mother would have a fit. Looks like both her sons are more Gryffindor than Black. This is bloody brilliant! Told you Reggie, you should've been sorted into Gryffindor!
James: I think his patronus is perfect for him.
Regulus: I think so too.
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shanks, four years younger than mihawk, is usually granted the "starry-eyed crush on the cool older boy" trope (with good reason!), so i was thinking it'd be cute to grant that dubious pleasure to mihawk in an age swap au instead.
mihawk, scrappy nine year old, gets picked up by roger for a trip on the oro jackson to the next island (roger just wants to feed the kid lol), and gets sweet talked into it by dangling a duel with rayleigh, the current world's greatest swordsman, as bait. when mihawk gets there, rayleigh says mihawk has to be able to beat his apprentices first, and gets his ass summarily handed to him by a thirteen year old shanks, who both impresses and embarrasses mihawk, as shanks beats him without even trying but he's so cool when he does it.
and so mihawk declares himself shanks's rival, and when he wins, shanks will have to listen to a request. and years and years later, when mihawk finally does win, that request--which he's never changed his mind about--is permission to start formally courting shanks. charmed, and absolutely having seen this coming after years of observing an obvious crush and slowly warming up to it as mihawk grew and changed between their meetings, laughs and just kisses mihawk straight-up.
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Bertram “Bertie” Wooster, writing stories about Jeeves: My man is a genius. The most brilliant chap I’ve ever known. I would probably die without him. We have our little spats, and he’s got a rummy sort of schadenfreude in the soul, if that is the word I want, but my life with him is so pleasant that it’s all worthwhile. I am also passionately in love with him
James “Corky” Corcoran, writing stories about Ukridge: My best friend is literally the most annoying person alive. Can’t stand his dumb ass. Every problem I have ever had in my life is his fault. There is no interaction I come out of with Ukridge in which my wallet, my belongings, and my pride are intact. It is usually all three. I am also passionately in love with him
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Give me a fic where Romione go to the past and raises baby Harry. Please. Like why do we not have any. My boy also deserves someone going to the past to save him, like really imagine baby Harry growing up with these two people who loves him unconditionally and will fight Dumbledore (fist fight even) for his safety. Imagine Ron teaching baby Harry to fly, while Hermione helps him with his homework. The first time Harry eats with them, he starts hyperventilating because he doesn't know if all that food is for him. Imagine, they both went to the past to save the world because their Harry is dead. Imagine, Ron nearly cried when Harry asked him if they will leave him because he is a freak. Imagine, a grown Hermione with her controlled ruthlessness dealing with the Dursleys. Imagine, how lovely the story would be — imagine how happy Harry would grow up to be.
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Today is James fcking Potter birthday✨
I only feel love for this man, i need a bf like him or else i don't want him. He lives in my mind rent free
(Latino James for the win)
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regulus is scared that he will never be someone's first choice so he tries to pretend he doesn't care about any one .but I think james. james who loves everybody too much but maybe not enough. James who doesn't stop loving anybody. james who feel guilty for being mad about something so stupid. james who thinks maybe I am made only to let people know they are loved.
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i know a lot of people talk about « starchaser » as the perfect name for jegulus and i love it but… sunseeker ????
regulus living in the dark all of his childhood and searching for light and when he arrives at hogwarts he finally meets the sun in person but still have to seek for him because he only shine on sirius and his friends
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the sun is beautiful. with dark brown eyes that glow and caramel skin, warm and freckled. with black curls falling in his eyes that he keeps pushing away, askew golden glasses, and a playful smile that tugs at his lips, full and dark, and a dimple in his cheek, a mark of happiness, a mark of alive, james potter is home.
the sun is beautiful. he laughs at his friends' jokes and ruffles his hair when a red-haired girl walks by him. he hugs his friends, warm, strong arms and a musky scent. he makes a fool of himself when green eyes meet him, and he hangs upside down on his quidditch match, just to show that he can.
his fingers are stained with pomegranate, red and sticky. he's velvety and lovesick, and unapologetic and a beautiful, beautiful boy. he's a child in a body that is not his own; lanky and long, and he hasn't quite grown yet in the body of a man, because he's just a boy.
and the sun had started dimming. it had used to shine oh, so brightly, but, alas, darkness looms over his shoulder, thick like a fog, and the sun dims. he is still the sun, of course; bright, and warm, and full, spilling over the edges, droplets of him and of his love, too much, even for a big heart. he is still him, he is still james, an ego so big, but am even bigger heart.
but, in order for the sun to rise, it must dawn, and it must be dark first. he will rise again, though; the sun always does, doesn't him? the sun will not leave everyone in the dark; he always must come back, no matter what, no matter how.
but james potter had burned away, and what is left of him lies where one must seek to sed him again, now. he is no longer bright, he is but a figment of the bright, of the warm, of the sun he had once been.
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