james’ apartment in modern verse hasn’t got bookshelves bc he’s not that type of person BUT he does just have like Random Books lying around but they’re all like..... school text books, random non-fiction about subjects he’s interested in (physics, chemistry, a handful of cookbooks his mum gave him) and then a BUNCH of books about sport/soccer and like, one paperback fiction book that’s extremely beat up because he’s been reading it for like 2 years on aeroplane flights so it gets lugged back and forth everywhere but he will never actually finish it
#james has like stat/fact books about games and players and the history of soccer #he's such a nerd #also I can probably see him reading memoirs by athletes #commemorative stuff too #his paperback LMAO no cos I seriously think every flight when he plays intl he's like 'ill finish it' and he doesnt #I can also see him pinching books from his friends but he cannot be trusted to take care of them so they prob take them back #but yeah james has so much clutter in his apartment kdjdkjdk and like.... prob just keeps books on the floor #not that he has many but he also has no space to put them so #KSJSKJk anyways #i lov modern verse james #「 VERSE 」 » modern
#modern james' apartment energy !!!!!!! #I mean more messy...... but probably this colour scheme #he's rich it's fairly nice #he def bought it furnished #that green feature wall being red instead .. ye #「 JAMES POTTER 」 » aesthetics #「 VERSE 」 » modern
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It’s mindless entertainment, Regulus thinks, but Harry seems to love the thing. It’s called a ‘television set’ and the only reason they even have one of them is because of Harry. Because he saw one in a shop window and wondered why they didn’t have one and they, in some attempt to pay homage to the boy’s late muggleborn mother, decided it was a harmless bridge between their worlds and bought one.
James seems fascinated by it. Regulus appears to be less so but in reality he’s concealing his curiosity beneath old-fashioned pureblood pride. The child simply loves it.
But Harry is already in bed. And relaxing in the dimly-lit sitting room with the set on has become something of a late-evening routine for James and Regulus who sit now on the sofa while something-or-other plays on the screen. Regulus isn’t actually paying attention. There’s a person slumped against his side and Regulus has one arm around his back, curled up with a hand in his hair. Another new familiarity. He doesn’t exactly know when they learned to get so close; when James learned that if he leans into him or lays his head on his lap then one of Regulus’ hands will naturally gravitate to him of its own accord and run aimlessly through his messy brown locks. When they both learned that there’s a comfort in this closeness and that if they simply don’t speak of it, if they don’t shine the spotlight on it, perhaps it’s okay.
Perhaps it would be okay either way. Perhaps neither one of them is ready for that, yet.
The screen changes to something bright and Regulus drops his head back with a tired whimper, pressing his eyes shut. I could fall asleep like this, he thinks, Actually…
James hasn’t moved in a bit. Now, he must be asleep. Regulus leans his head forward and twists to see his face and sees a man with his eyes closed, head on his shoulder, hair disheveled. Regulus smiles without realizing it. Silly man. He wonders what’s proper in this situation; does he stay there? Let them both sleep where they are? He can’t move without waking James and he certainly can’t carry him like this; but before he finds an answer he realizes that James’ eyes have opened and they’re looking at each other now. Meeting one another’s gaze with a pair of eyes that reflect the dancing lights from their television set.
Time sits frozen for a handful of seconds. Regulus’ eyes flick between each of James’, searching them for something without knowing what he’s looking for. Perhaps it’s not something he is ever meant to find, or perhaps it’s the thing that he finds when James’ lips press to the corner of his mouth.
For a moment he wonders if it was an accident. Maybe it was me? Maybe I’m tired, maybe I dropped my head, fell on him. But the weight on his shoulder is undeniably lesser and there’s a cold spot on his side that means James has shifted. But he, too, looks frozen and bewildered, or lost, or whatever it is that a person feels immediately after doing something like that. Regulus will know in just a moment—because with one hand still curved against the back of James’ head and the other gripping tightly the pillow beside him, he dips his head and presses his own quiet kiss to James’ lips.
he hadn’t intended to fall asleep. he kept telling himself he would go up to bed, but it was so warm, and quiet and peaceful here - and the low drone of voices on the television was more relaxing than he thought. as was regulus’ fingers in his hair, the warmth of his body beside him on the couch. not so long ago, being this close to him, letting regulus touch him in any way that implied intimacy would have been off the table . not only because he had spent so long just disliking him, but also because those were gestures that didn’t make sense between them. he wasn’t sure exactly what had changed, maybe he’d just got so tired of living without it. before all this, he’d existed between bouts of affection, always tender touches from lily and his friends, and it was only when he let regulus touch him the same way, that he realised how harsh the drought had been .
so it’s easy to fall asleep at his side . he thinks once, in another life before all this had happened, his friends had once joked how he was like a cat. wanting to curl up anywhere and soak up any bout of affection going around. he supposes that hasn’t changed, and as he drifts between wakefulness and sleep, he wonders at how much he’s grown to trust regulus. there had been a time where he would have barely been in the room with him, without keeping his want close at hand. now, he’s willing to fall asleep beside him. now, when he wakes up with blinking eyes, and hair messed from sleep, and tilts his head to meet regulus eyes, it’s not just friendly warmth, or trust he feels - it’s something else to, something he can’t describe, but washes over him as regulus eyes flick between his, their bodies and their faces close enough james is aware of it, and what he feels isn’t friendship or companionship, it’s something different, more .
he does not know why he does it . he can’t have been thinking, it was just an urge, a sudden but unmistakable desire that he acts on impulsively because that is the only way he ever acts. if he’d been thinking about it more, maybe he wouldn’t have done it, but he leans forward to press the kiss to the corner of regulus’ mouth and as soon as he does it, it’s like his brain begins to work again . and he’s definitely experiencing something like panic. he scrambles backward, his heart thumping so hard in his chest it’s like he just run a marathon .
he stares across at regulus, waits for him to say something, feels like he should say something, except he isn’t sure what . he’s done so many insane, impulsive things in his life before he thought the consequences through, and he thinks this has to be coming out somewhere near the top of the list . he’s about to open his mouth to say something, though he doesn’t know what when regulus leans forward himself, and suddenly it’s james being kissed.
he freezes, unsure for a moment what to do . this is strange, he’s not kissed anyone since lily, and it’s like for a second, he’s forgotten the gestures for it . what he’s supposed to do . then regulus’ fingers tighten in james’ hair, and a bolt of desire goes through him, and he’s able to stop thinking so much. kissing regulus is unlike anyone else he’s kissed, not only because regulus is the first boy he’s kissed, but because there is a tentativeness, and slowness to it that he’d never needed before . he was usually all fire, all passion, but with regulus there was always a certain clumsiness, though he tries not let his mind dwell on it. a hand raises to cup regulus’ cheek, and the kiss seeming more of a careful, quiet exploration of possibility more than anything else .
#proditeur #offline for many days only to return with a banger #federal crime how long this took me to reply to but anyway #enjoy :)) #「 VERSE 」 » AU / proditeur
I just wanted to clarify when I say I’m moving to a new url.. it’s gonna be the same url just a new blog skjkjdkd
#I'm too attached to this one #altho I did consider putting james on my multi #but nah I just feel he would overpower I have so many hcs #but yeah I just meant like 'new url' like a fresh blog not actually a new url skjkdjd #half the fun of this blog is the matching url w alice
#this blog just is a mess and has bad vibes #I’ll start working on a carrd at some point #and I think I’m gonna try make the new blog a little more au heavy since the fandom is dead #I miss writing I gotta kickstart my muse a bit #I hate the mess on this blog so #I’ll carry over threads I think #but ye ... idk when I’ll do this tho #also personals found this blog and I have soooo many notifs from randoms it’s annoying
I get emo thinking about how passionate and loving james is sometimes
#so full of heart !!! #which sometimes can be a bad thing but a lot of the time it can be a good thing #james can be kind of ... careless with people he doesn't know well or care about #but he's SO ride or die on people he does and that just.. uwu #when he loves he Loves with his Whole Heart #and he's so passionate about what he cares about!!! i love that #I'm in such a james mood when I finish working for Work I am gonna write I think cos I miss him
I hate fanon jily bc I hate the tropes it employs like I will never not hate ‘quiet, stick in the mud girl learns to be fun when bad boy decides to make getting her to do Fun stuff his personal mission’ trope and also enemies to lovers isn’t good if it’s straight from enemies to lovers
#friends to lovers jily >>>>> #but actually I just. I hate sm fanon jily purely bc I hate the tropes sksbxjsk #any time it’s just james constantly annoying her like :/ or lily was so boring and lame until she met James!! ://// #I HATE IT #thank god I found alice THANK GOD
#the ENERGY of the top gif #I was gonna gif this scene myself I'm glad I found it #it's the intuition / perceptiveness of the top gif in the way he looks at him then looks away #MMHMM james always knows #ah the energy im obsessed #「 JAMES POTTER 」 » visage
I think one of my favourite things about James is that he’s the kind of person who is a very different person when you know him versus when you don’t, but in very subtle ways
#like I think James personality is not so different #but the expression of his characteristics is so different with people he knows versus doesnt #James is much more thoughtful #intuitive and caring than I think is obvious is you don’t know him well #He ! 💞💗💞💕💗💗💕💕
we are not discussing astrology without putting an f in the fucking chat for james’ aries sun, aries moon, and leo rising
#stop I think about it everyday its so cursed #triple fire KSJSKJKS #I mean okay the conjunction of the sun and moon for internal strength and cooperation is near tho #but james' venus and mercury are BOTH in pisces and I'm obsessed with that #both indicating great intuition and the venus pisces for being a true romantic and super empathetic is so *chefs kiss* #but also the triple fire and the absolute chaos of it all is cursed #like a braincell? an ability to think rationally before acting impusively? nowhere to be seen #ALSO..... so much energy for life / big talkers / intellectual stimulation required to not get bored and destructive asjskjs
if james was not a soccer player in his modern verse, he would definitely be doing something scienc-y
#james is a STEM kid lmao #best subjects in school a solid unholy trinity of physics chemistry and maths #james growing up: my dream career is soccer player or roller coaster designer #no but rlly james just LOVES figuring out how things work #he loves transfig which is a very sciency subject #based on understanding the fundamental principles of magic #SO #anyways I cannot relate but I also love that for him #he rlly do be nerding out abt physics in the modern verse sksjdkjsjs
the longer i’m here, the more i just appreciate those partners that make writing fun. and exciting. and those threads you start up and you just get so excited to reply to that you can’t bother with the rpc courtesies of queueing or waiting or whatever. those people whose replies pop into your notifications and you literally stop everything to go read. those people who make writing 3-4 paragraphs feel like a breeze. who you just literally never get tired of writing with and who you click with. and i mean yeah, like anyone else sometimes i get caught up in “does my blog look quality enough. am i posting too much ooc for people to think i’m a serious rper. are my aesthetics pretty enough.” but at the heart of it i just???? there are some of you that i’ve gotten to write with that have literally pulled me out of super dark times and have made me so excited to come on here and have just made my heart feel really light and happy and i’m never NOT going to appreciate it.
#anyways I lov u guys #when I had no muse I missed writing but mostly I missed writing with u guys so #y’all have made writing on here so fun for me for like idk over a year so xoxoxo #I feel like no matter what I do or how long I go I can trust u guys to be chill #and to have fun writing Whenever so ye thanks x
it breaks his heart, really. ‘ it’s too much ‘ is said so quietly, like some kind of confession in the dark between them. sirius thinks it is, to james. james, who’s always seen the whole world as one big quest to conquer, who throws himself into everything with so much determination and fearlessness that it’s hard to imagine he’ll do anything but succeed. and now he’s being told to step back, live under this threat without fighting it, keep himself and his family safe by never leaving, never raising his wand in defence - by hiding. sirius can’t imagine how he feels. and it only makes his own determination to fight for james that much stronger. it’s that thread that’s always connected them ; sirius just wishes it didn’t twist like this now.
❛ he’ll think of something. ❜ sirius believes that ; he doesn’t have the same kind of dogged faith in dumbledore that some people seem to, but he believes well enough. dumbledore’s proved himself and his loyalty - he’s older than any of them can even pretend to figure out, and he’s one of the strongest wizards ever. maybe the strongest. if anyone can help james, it’s him. ❛ it’s not forever, prongs. you’ll get through this. ❜
he shifts his head from where it’s pressed to james’ shoulder so that he can look up, grinning. ❛ she liked you, she just didn’t like the way you seemed determined to bash your own fingers in with muggle tools every lesson. ❜ sirius wonders if james feels the same way about school - like it was a lifetime ago, another world, rather than a few years. everything feels so monumentally, insurmountably different. sirius can’t tell if he longs to have school back again, or if he’s just seeing it through rose tinted glasses. he supposes the question is answered by the presence of the war - it hadn’t been quite so much, then.
❝ yeah . it’s nothing to worry about ❞ he wonders who he’s reassuring. himself or sirius. maybe dumbledore would think of something. if anyone could, it would be him. and james trusted him. probably more than sirius did. now more than ever, he felt like he had to. james couldn’t see any other path out of this. it was like their life had suddenly flipped, had come to be defined by one, stupid prophecy. he didn’t even think to believe in divinination, until dumbledore had insisted this one carried weight.
but it still felt like a lot, like too many things to worry about. he doesn’t want to press it upon sirius, who can probably tell anyone. but despite his words, he is worried. not just about harry, but about the reality of what this meant for their life. how many people led good lives, when they had been singled out by voldermort. still, he accepts sirius words with a nod, a flick of his fingers ❝ I know, I know. there is worse things ❞ they were alive, after all. too many of their friends couldn’t say the same. ❝ like I said. nothing to worry about ❞
he’s grateful that sirius can pull a laugh out of him. his mind casting back to what felt like a lifetime ago. he was only twenty, and he felt like he’d lived a lifetime. ❝ you’re being generous. she hated me. remember when she put me in detention for releasing a fanged frisbee during the exam? she didn’t even have any proof it was me ❞ but he smirks at the memory. the detention had been worth it, for the mayhem it had caused. eyes glance down at his hands, used for so many worse things now than just a muggle studies class. it was nice to remember the old times, even if each memory is tinged with an aching now ❝ hardly know how it’s my fault I got my fingers hurt. probably her poor teaching ❞
Regulus shrugs away the response; he knows James couldn’t possibly love Harry less regardless of what the boy did, but it doesn’t hurt to ask the questions. Sometimes the only thing a person is missing is a point of perspective—one they wouldn’t have found without another person offering it.
Though in Regulus’ case he’s rejected the offering too many times to count.
“No chance of that. Harry’ll be a celebrity until the day he dies.” There’s no point in convincing themselves of otherwise. Imagine the world forgetting about him! His story! “Actually… I’d be surprised if they didn’t make a Chocolate Frog Card out of him eventually.” And internally Regulus makes a note to add it to his collection. No, he doesn’t like the fact that the entire world has made a spectacle of the boy and he desperately wishes they could achieve an illusion of normalcy for him, but… he has a very impressive collection. It’d be an unusual addition.
Regulus turns back to his basket of potions and bandages and sets to reorganizing it; it’s a fitting mental distraction from the heaviness of the conversation and the near-reality that might have been James’ demise. Best not to think on it. “That’s an idea, though. The novelty will wear down, I think. No, people won’t forget about him entirely but the beginning will be the worst. I suppose it comes down to… when we think is the best time. Now? When he’s young, and will likely forget it? Or will it traumatize him? When he’s older and more aware? Or will it discourage him from going out again?” Question he’s asked himself in his own mind when he plays with Harry in the yard, or watches him eat breakfast, or sees him doing a million other normal, child things that he rest of the world will never appreciate.
Unfortunately, he’ll always be special.
“It’ll be a long time before we can forget about them entirely, I’m afraid,” he glances down to James’ bandaged wounds, crinkling his brow, “Thankfully I think you’ll be alive to see it. Just don’t do any more stupid things. Or… maybe we can all get away. The three of us. Safely, but together?”
regulus is right. he will be, and james hates it. he hates how little he can do about it. he can’t stay sheltered from the world forever, and james wouldn’t want him to be. he wants him to be able to go to hogwarts, to diagon alley, even to have friends and people to talk to outside of this house - but the possibility of that seems a long way off. he tries not to fall into self-pity. even when he and lily had first learned of the prophecy, they had tried to find optimism in their situation. but sometimes, like when regulus suggests harry could become a chocolate frog card, and the thought almost makes him flinch, he wishes it could have been someone else. and then he feels guilty, wondering if lily would have chided him for his selfishness.
but these are not things he wants to broach with regulus. maybe regulus would have answered, suggestions - but james doubts it. he doesn’t think regulus could ever really understand. even if he cares for harry, even if he wants to protect him as much as james does. it isn’t the same.
he grabs one of the rolls of bandages from the pile regulus is organising, feels instantly calmed by the weight of it in his hand, by the movement of tossing it from hand to hand. when he’s focussed on something like this, it’s easier to think, to listen to regulus questions and remain grounded despite how much they make him uneasy. all questions he’s considered himself, but he has no real solutions, and it’s uncomfortable how real they are. they are not just academic, baseless questions. if they got them wrong, what damage could they do to harry. ❝ I keep thinking about it. but I don’t know ❞ he catches the bandage in his left hand, pauses his movements to hold it, a fist tight - and words more honest than he’d expected. maybe grappling with the reality he could have died will do that ❝ I don’t want to mess it up. him. only one chance to get it right, y’know ? and what if I get it wrong, and he hates me for it, or he gets hurt. ❞
he cuts himself off, a frown, the recommencement of his game with himself, throwing and catching the bandages. it’s irritating, not knowing what to do, if he was doing anything right. at least regulus offers another minor distraction, eyes glancing down at the wounds, which were already looking better. he had been lucky, imagine what could have happened ❝ I never mean to do anything stupid ❞ although often his intentions were forgotten when it came time to act. ❝ it wouldn’t matter where we went. they’d follow us if they knew we were there ❞
#proditeur #「 VERSE 」 » AU / proditeur #sorry 2 reg but I think if he turned up with a harry potter collectors card james would hex him on the spot kSJKSJSK
rapunzel can’t explain the relief that floods through her at his words. she had always been under the impression that they could end their act early if needs be. after all, didn’t they want to spend as little time together as possible. wasn’t the whole point of this to be free of each other? she doesn’t feel like that anymore, she soon realises. rapunzel’s grown to like james, maybe even care for him. as a friend, she tells herself sternly. that’s all. ❝ right – of course. ❞ lips quirk up ever so slightly, despite the princess fighting the urge. there shouldn’t be a warmth that spreads through her, nor a fluttering in her heart. she tells herself it’s just the excitement of birthdays. she’s always enjoyed them, getting to celebrate and spoil someone she loves. it was always a big deal in the castle, with a grand ball for her parents birthdays and the lantern festival for her own. ❝ maybe we should go somewhere more private. ❞ gaze glances out of the corner of her eye, where two ladies are pretending not to watch them while whispering behind their hands. she stands, suddenly, holding out a hand to james. ❝ have you ever seen the portrait gallery? ❞
he wishes he knew what she was thinking. it’s hard to know sometimes. the two of them knew about public appearance and doing things for show. is that not why this stunt had worked so well? but right now, as his eyes meets hers, and he see’s her smile - he wonders what it means. probably just friendly. maybe it was not weird, to become friends - they had spent a lot of time together now. but he wanted to ask her, to know if that is what they were, or if she still saw their relationship as nothing more than a transaction . he feels himself stiffen at her suggestion, heart beating just a little faster. it’s not like they haven’t been alone together before. but something about this, walking out together, with everyone seeing - it felt charged. still, he doesn’t hesitate in taking her hand. he was hardly going to stay here when the offer to go with her is there ❝ maybe once ? when I first got here. I don’t think I payed much attention. I will if you show me ❞ he was always paying attention when he was with her. too much. he really was going to miss her when this was over.
#lanternwaited #I couldn't be fucked finding my icons ajakjsks but feel free to still use #and I'll bring em back for the next reply #「 VERSE 」 » royalty AU