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narcissa-black-supermacy · 2 years

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my accompanying drabble to @padfootastic's recent piece (also not proofread at all so please excuse the incoherence)

James with adhd and protective Sirius who will fight anyone who hurts his friends, told from Lily’s POV.

Lily does not really start paying attention to James Potter and Sirius Black until fourth year. She says James Potter and Sirius Black because in her head, it goes together, saying one without the other, while physically possible, is not very likely, and always leaves a feeling of something missing, something being out of place, something being not right. Like only having a knife for dinner, without a fork to accompany it.

She does not really pay attention to their antics when James keeps turning around in his seat every ten minutes during class to whisper something at Sirius even after they’ve been separated; does not listen when he talks loudly over breakfast, jumping from story to story, getting distracted in the middle, never properly finishing anything while Sirius just sits there and laughs at it anyway; does not really pay attention when on their very first day of flying class, James Potter surges up into the sky after he’s just explicitly been told not to do that, almost falls, laughs, winks at them from above, then almost falls again, all the while being yelled at by Madam Hooch and cheered on by Sirius Black, who got his own fair share of scolding after that for endorsing him.

She rolls her eyes, clicks her tongue and looks away.

When James shows up to class late yet again, grinning sheepishly with his hair sticking in all directions, apologising to the professor with the same old excuse of mixing up the hours, she rolls her eyes; when he keeps tapping his foot against the floor, twirling the quill between his fingers restlessly as his eyes keep darting around until the ink is spilled all over his robes and desk, she clicks her tongue; when he starts telling something when they’re all gathered in the common room around the fireplace, words an incoherent jumble of excitement that get mixed up so badly as he keeps jumping around from subject to subject that nobody around him is keeping track of anymore, she looks away.

She looks, but she does not see. She sees, but she does not notice. She notices, but she does not understand.

Not until Sirius Black, that is.

“What’s your deal?” The boy snarls angrily, abruptly jolting up to his feet to make his way over to where she and the girls are seated at in the common room.

Lily blinks. Sirius’ cheeks are a little flushed, like they are either when he’s angry, embarrassed or just came back from Quidditch practice (and seeing as it’s neither of the last two, it has to be the first one). His light grey eyes are narrowed, glinting at her dangerously with a promise of trouble in them, and one of his hands is clenched into a fist by his side. He seems upset.

Lily just looks at him. She has no idea where this hostility erupted from all of a sudden - everything seemed perfectly normal to her, up until this point.

James and the boys have been in their corner of the room, as per usual, quiet enough to keep an aura of mystery around them that drew the curious eyes of anybody who did not know better, but loud enough for it to be impossible to remain unnoticed.

They started off with studying, and then it somehow escalated to charmed paper-folded swans flying all around the room, up to the ceiling, bumping into each other, one of them falling between Mary’s spread out legs on the sofa.

“Just focus on your homework!” Lily yelled at them across the room, frustrated, after she just found herself rereading the same paragraph for the third time. “You don’t have to keep drawing attention to yourself all the time. Nobody cares.”

James smiled at her apologetically from a distance, flashed everybody his symbolic, white-toothed grin, saluted the rest of the boys for a good night, and made his way upstairs. Lily did not think twice about it, settling into the blissful silence of the room.

“What’s your deal?” Mary retorts defensively when Lily just keeps looking at him, confused.

“I wasn’t talking to you, MacDonald.” Sirius snaps viciously before turning back to glare at Lily. “Lay off of him.”

“You want me?” Lily sputters, momentarily at a loss of words. “To lay off of him?” She waits for a punchline, but that never comes, Sirius just stands there, looking like she personally offended him somehow.

“He’s loud.” She says at last, because she’s suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to defend herself, even though she feels she has done nothing wrong. “And annoying. It’s hard to focus like that. Just because he doesn’t care about school, doesn’t mean we don’t either.”

Sirius lets out a laugh. It’s not a kind one. “Hard. Oh, is it?” He mocks. “Well, for him it’s hard all the time, Evans. Deal with it.”

And then he’s gone, furiously stomping up the stairs to the boys’ dormitory.

“Ignore them,” Mary tells her, “they’re both missing a few screws, the two of them.”

Mary is right, Lily has never paid much attention to what Sirius Black and James Potter had to say before, why would she now? But the words, echoing over and over in her head, refuse to let go.

Lily does not roll her eyes anymore after that.

She starts paying attention.

She pays attention to James’ hands, that seem to be unable to pause for longer than three seconds at a time at any point throughout the day, like it physically hurts to keep them still. They come up to ruffle his hair, push the glasses up his nose even when there is nothing wrong with their position; they play with his wand, twirling it around between long fingers, dropping it, bending down to pick it up, tucking it behind his belt, getting it out again, spinning it some more; they do the same with a quill when the wand is out of his reach, dangling it between two fingers restlessly whenever he isn’t writing, sticking it in his mouth, behind his ear, taking it out, putting it back again; occasionally he drops it and ink splatters all around, over the table, his skin, his clothes. He just grins sheepishly with that flashing smile of his that is basically a brand of its own at this point, and gladly accepts the distraction of cleaning up the mess he just made.

He moves around a lot when he talks, gesturing with his hands, jumping up and out of his seat, turning the chair over, sitting on it backwards, then abandoning it in favour of coming to sit on top of the table; he tugs on his friends’ sleeves impatiently when he feels like he’s being ignored, raises his voice more, pushes harder, makes sure he is heard loud and clear, always.

Remus and Peter seem to be accustomed to his antics, they nod along, put in encouraging remarks when it’s needed, remind him of the robes slung over the back of a chair when he gets up to leave without them, shove his books at his chest so they aren’t left forgotten on the desk.

Sirius, for as impatient and irritable as he is with virtually anybody else, is extraordinarily patient with him.

Sirius lets him play with his hair, something he is usually willing to bite people’s heads off for when it’s anybody else who attempts to do that. He settles in between James’ legs when they are sitting on the sofa in the common room, and James’ fingers instinctively, without even realising that, reach into Sirius’ hair, picking it apart into smaller groups, twirling the slick black locks around his fingers, braiding them together, then picking them apart again, over and over. When he does that, his voice grows calmer and his speech becomes slower, more focused, he takes his time to pick out the correct words and formulate sentences that are easier to understand.

Sirius lets him mess with the rings on his fingers, another thing he does not allow anybody else to even come close to touching. They are all different, various degrees of width and thickness, some with small stones or words and designs engraved into them, and others completely smooth and bland; each came at a different time and tells a different story, which Lily never cared much for or bothered asking about. He lets James twirl and move them around, take them off and put them back on, fingers brushing over the different shapes and textures.

He lets James draw on his hands arms with moving ink while they are reciting material in the library for an upcoming exam, lets him trace black patterns into his skin - circles, and trails, and shapes, triangles, feathers, roses.

Once Lily starts paying attention, she can’t help but notice.

Can’t help but notice how just before he grins and laughs it off, James’ expression falters for a second, shoulders sagging slightly and the light of excitement in his eyes dimming out when someone rolls their eyes impatiently, or sighs deeply with a tired look on their face, or clicks their tongue at him with annoyance.

She can’t help but notice how he suddenly falls silent after that, completely shutting down, fingers fidgeting even more than usual in his lap as he tries to remain still and quiet in his spot.

She can’t help but notice the way Sirius always tenses at that, eyes narrowing in warning, his grip tightening, knuckles almost white with the effort. He shifts closer to James, and pokes his cheek, ruffles his hair in an amiable gesture and asks him questions, trying to pull him out of his sombre.

Sirius takes off his glasses sometimes. When things are a little overwhelming, and James goes into a sort of stupor, blinking rapidly, trying to make sense of everything going on around him, Sirius just leans over and slides the glasses off his nose casually, with the usual excuse of taking them to run a cleaning spell, or without even saying anything at all. James relaxes a little, some of the tension leaving his body.

James always leans back into Sirius in moments like this, pulls away and retreats into him, the only thing and place that seems to offer true comfort instead of agitating him even further. Sirius places a hand over his head and pushes the other’s head down, to rest on his shoulder, on his chest, caressing his hair slowly and gently as he leans down just the slightest bit to press a tender kiss to his friend’s temple.

James is loud, he takes up a lot of presence in the room, taking and demanding until there’s nothing left. But with Sirius he is quiet, he is calm and serene, and he never has to shout or even speak to get what he needs.

Sirius in turn is brutal, he is all sharp elbows and rough edges, vicious glares and sarcastic smirks. But with James he is soft and gentle, he is caring in the most selfless way possible, opening up so easily without the other even having to ask, showing vulnerabilities that he would never dare expose to anyone else.

They are both a little bit too much, but for each other, they seem to be just the right bit of enough.

#this has been sitting in my drafts unfinished for a WEEK and pen's voice made me post it #my loves <3333 #prongsfoot #sirius/james #sirius x james #james x sirius #james/sirius #starbucks #james potter with adhd #my writing

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prongsfootandco · 1 year

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James and Sirius have each other's animagus forms as tattoos and you cannot convince me otherwise.

#prongsfoot #bambibelle #james potter #sirius black #james/sirius #and when they touch Padfoot and Prongs get to play with each other #because magic tattoos #I yelled about this in this discord #and I'm yelling about this here too #because tattoos #James also has Canis Major constellation on his back #and the dog star glows in the dark when Sirius is near #this is important to me

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jaylienpotter · 3 months

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@prongsfootbingo first square done! - Mutual Coming Out

One-shot under the cut or on Ao3!

Wanna know a secret?

Sirius woke up out of breath, with yet another nightmare. He didn’t remember much of it, but it didn’t matter. They were all the same. His fears and insecurities voiced, screaming at him and stripping him of his confidence. He didn’t need to recall what was said, the feeling he was always left with after waking up was there nonetheless - fear, confusion, emptiness.

He quietly made his way over to James’s bed, an agreement they’d made months ago when the night terrors became more frequent. It took little convincing, as everything did, when it came to his favourite Gryffindor. One simple pleading look, paired with a “let me help”, was all it took for Black to succumb to Potter’s wishes.

When he pulled the bed curtains open, he saw his best friend asleep, hair wild and messy, mouth slightly parted with a string of drool leaving its corner. Even then, he was beautiful. Sadly, he wasn’t able to stare at his crush for long, as Prongs had a light sleep - or a sixth sense when it came to Sirius - and stirred awake.

“Pads…? Nightmare?” After a nod of confirmation, he sat up, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes before putting on his glasses. “Come.”

The other boy climbed on the bed, closing the curtains and muttering a “Silencio”, as to not disturb their other two dormmates.

“Sorry for waking you up.”

“Don’t. I asked you to.” When Sirius didn’t say anything, he continued, seemingly reading his thoughts. “You’re not bothering me. I want you here. Wanna talk about the dream?”

“No. Tell me something instead.”

“What do you want me to tell you?”

“Anything.” He just wanted a distraction, something to keep his mind busy with. James seemed to understand the assignment, pausing to squint his eyes at the ceiling - his “I’m thinking” face.

“Wanna know a secret?” Sirius nodded enthusiastically, leaning in closer despite the silencing charm. “I don’t fancy Evans anymore…”

He had spoken so low that Sirius wasn’t sure he misheard at first. “Well, about time, ay? How many years has it been?” He nudged him playfully, hoping to mask his racing heartbeat.

“Yeah… Your turn. Tell me something.”

“Alright, well… there's… someone I like. And before you ask, no, I'm not telling you who it is.” Prongs gasped, hand to his chest in dramatic hurt.

“Padfoot! How could you not tell me, your best friend, who you fancy?”

“I'm mysterious like that. And you're the least subtle person I know.” It was a lie, I mean, it wasn't, but it wasn't the real reason. It worked, though. Potter's shoulders slumped in defeat.

“I- fair… But if something happens between the two of you, you'll tell me?”

“You'll know, I promise. Why hadn't you told us that you're over Evans? When did that even happen?” James shrugged, thankfully not saying anything about the change in subject.

“I realised that I didn't really like her. I was chasing an idea, a feeling. And she made it clear that she wasn't interested, anyways. I guess I just liked the chase. But that's not enough to be with someone. And I mean… I don't even know her. She's beautiful and fierce and kind but… other than that, I know nothing of her passions, hobbies, goals, views… The very little I know tells me we wouldn't be very compatible nonetheless. I was just being blind and stupid.”

“I see. Good thing you realised that, then. Honestly, she doesn't deserve you. You deserve someone who loves all of you, which she doesn't. I mean she has said in the past that she hates us so… And she has absolutely no sense of humour.”

A smile - gentle, genuine, intimate. Sirius smiled back, looking away to tame the butterflies. Silence settled, there was something in the air, unspoken words hovering between them.

“Wanna know a secret?” James leaned in and Black's heart fluttered. “It's… It's a boy. The person I like.” Fancy didn't seem right. It was more than that. But he also wasn't ready to admit he was in love, at least not out loud.

“Oh.”

“Yeah… Oh.”

“Does that mean you're gay?” There wasn't judgement in his voice, but Sirius still didn't dare look at his face.

“Yeah…”

Silence. Intense, nerve-wracking. Grey eyes fixed on fidgeting pale hands. Had he made things weird? Was his heartbeat too loud? He was pondering getting up until Potter spoke.

“Wanna know a secret…?” Sirius snapped his head up, curiosity in the furrow of his eyebrows. “I'm bisexual. Or pansexual, one of those. But… I like boys, too.”

Black's chest tightened, only this time it was over a new feeling. Hope, perhaps?

“Do I know him? The boy.” Brown eyes glistened, following Padfoot's Adam's apple as it bobbed up and down, settling on his lips for a brief moment afterwards.

Surely he was imagining it, right? There was no way that James Freaking Potter, golden boy, his best friend since they were 11, had any interest that wasn't platonic?

When he received no answer, Prongs talked again, each word sending Padfoot's heart into a race. “Wanna know a secret?” A nod. “I kind of want to kiss you.”

Sirius Black.exe has stopped working.

Suddenly the world stopped and his lips were on James's. He didn't know who kissed who first, but it didn't matter. After their first kiss, they looked into each other's eyes longingly and went in for a second, much deeper and intense. It was hungry, emotional, intimate, awkward at times with glasses getting in the way, but it was perfect.

Sirius only spoke again after they pulled away from each other what seemed an eternity later, gasping for air. “Wanna know a secret? It's you. The boy is you. It's always been you.”

“Wanna know a secret? It's always been you for me too.”

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siriuslyasorceress · 2 months

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So, the last chapter of Supernova is uploaded, and I am getting emotional about all the amazing nice comments the story received, so what better time to make a celebratory tumblr post about it. 🎉🎉❤️

Chapters: 13/13 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sirius Black/James Potter Characters: Sirius Black, James Potter, Regulus Black, Remus Lupin, Lily Evans Potter, Harry Potter Summary:

From the outside, it may look like James Potter has everything one needs to be happy. An abundance of talent, a prestigious job, a beautiful wife, an adorable child. So why can’t he let go of the past? Why does he still see silver eyes and a crooked smile when he dreams at night?

It's been six years. Six years since Sirius Black left England. He practically ran away from the country and hasn’t stopped running since. When he has to return to parts of his old life, he tries his best not to dwell on the past.

What luck then, that the past is one of the first people he runs into.

- “What, so the French sent a cursed Curse-breaker?”

There is humour in James’ voice, signalling that this isn’t meant to insult, merely falling into the way they always used to talk to each other. It’s almost too easy reciprocate, to answer with banter that still feels too familiar and pulls at Sirius to be released. He bites his tongue.

“I can assure you, cursed or not, I am still excellent at my job, Auror Potter,” he says pointedly.

#Prongsfoot #bambibelle #sirius x james #James/Sirius #They are in love your honour #james Potter #Sirius Black #Marauders

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cassiaratheslytherpuff · 5 months

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I filled my first square for the Prongsfoot Bingo 👏

Always Be This Close by Cassiara

11k, rated E

Summary: Sirius has recently realised he’s in love with his best friend, which may or may not have been the truth for years without him noticing. Cue a borrowed cabin in Norway, a snowstorm and an (in)convenient lack of furniture.

#prongsfoot #james x sirius #prongsfoot bingo #James/Sirius #Prongsfoot fanfic

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ad1thi · 1 year

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One of his favourite things about their newfound relationship, James has found, is the amount of new things he's discovering about Sirius.

Of course, they'd been friends for over a decade before they ever got together, and functionally lived together for most of it, so James would be forgiven for thinking that he'd learnt everything there was to learn about Sirius Black.

Funnily enough however, being packed together like sardines in the Gryffindor dorms, though not leaving much for the imagination, didn't teach James some of the finer things about his partner: like the way Sirius' voice takes on a breathy pitch if he crooks his hands just right, eyes wide and diluted and mouth hanging open not unlike some sinful caricature of his animagus form.

Or how, if James pulls at his hair just tight enough - running his fingers through his locks and tugging - Sirius becomes impossibly malleable, open to suggestion. His newest discovery, is the spot at the crook of Sirius' shoulder and neck, which, if he applies the right kind of pressure with his teeth, means that Sirius is open to any manner of debauchery.

He really just had assumed, when they got together, that there was nothing left to learn about each other. He finds reality far more satisfying.

tbc

#my writing #prongsfoot #james/sirius #james potter/ sirius black #james x sirius #they're just stupid sex-obsessed boys okay #and i LOVE THEM #give me attention pls

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prongsfoot-microfic · 11 months

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List of Prompt Words for June 2023 Microfics

March 2023 prompts, April 2023 prompts, May 2023 prompts

Prongsfoot Microfics is a no-pressure, zero-commitment, daily challenge for short drabbles and ficlets featuring James and Sirius. Choose a word that inspires you, write a micro-fic about it, and tag us in it.

We are excited to see your works for this month!

See the FAQ for more info or shoot us an ask.

#prongsfoot microfics #prongsfoot #james/sirius #james x sirius #starbucks #bambibelle #marauders microfic

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the-chaosbringer · 1 year

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Marlene gives James a waist chain. Sirius can't decide whether he wants to murder her or send her a gift hamper.

Either way, he gets a mind blowing orgasm out of it.

#sirius black #james potter #bambibelle #starbucks #james x sirius #sirius x james #prongsfoot #james/sirius #smut #fluff and smut #fluff #prongsfoot fic

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residentrookie · 1 year

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chapter 17: surrender (1979)

Sound reaches his ears in odd intervals. He hears Regulus grunt at the force of his pull. Hears the blessed snap of the metal chain break free of Regulus’ neck. Hears the dull thunk of the locket hitting the ground as he tosses it away from them both. Hears ringing in his head as the world goes black, the curtains closing on the terrifying scene before him. And faintly, on the fringes of the darkness, he could swear he hears Regulus say his name once, just once, hushed and broken and sounding so much like a whimper.

fic summary:

In short, a Very Non-Magical James Potter from 2022 and a Very Magical James Potter from 1979 accidentally swap universes, and now must figure out how to get back to their own worlds. Oh, and Regulus Black is inextricably involved in both universes, which is obviously just a coincidence.

i’ll be seeing you by residentrookie

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narcissa-black-supermacy · 1 year

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Hello, I was wondering if you have any prongsfoot fic recommendations?

I’m pretty new to the ship (and fan fiction) and it appears to overrun with literally ever other ship. So I hope you don’t mind my asking.

I appreciate any help you willing to give me.

💜💜💜

Hi hayati <3333 yes ofc with pleasure. fair warning: my taste in fic (and especially prongsfoot) is sometimes very questionable so check the tags before reading anything.

Pioneers (134k, complete) is like. one of the most popular legendary longfics in the fandom. if toxic/unhealthy codependent dynamics is your thing, it's a must-read. the atyd of j/s except its actually good

On Fire, But We Can't Feel A Thing (100k, 20/?) by @benjamin-ovich is my most re-read fic ever, i am obsessed with it. also a little unhealthy but they're trying lol. amnesia, getting back together, lots of pain for the soul, can not recommend this one enough, seriously. (make sure to subscribe bc i was promised that more fucked up prongsfoot is coming our way)

the ghost of you, it keeps me awake (50k, 12/?) by @gracelesslady23 is a james comes back au set during ootp that I really really love, it tackles all the important issues in this timeline.

Em also has another new wip called you'll see me in hindsight which is an age gap fic where Sirius accidentally time jumps 22 years forward when he is 18. and it's just. soul crushing and drool inducing all at once. mwah.

Anything at all by @padfootastic on the blog or AO3 because I'm obsessed with the way Pen writes them. Some personal favs of mine are i fall to pieces, we should be lovers instead, this unholy smut drabble that's still stuck in my head.

KaiSkitty (@roalinda) has a lot of great works, including the on-going Heaven fic, which is an age-gap, james-comes-back au with a really great premise and amazing worldbuilding.

@siriuslystarbucks's AO3 is an absolute goldmine for anything Prongsfoot, whatever you might want. I aspire to reach this level of dedication one day. The most recent one I've read is Just Come Home, with a s/omc toxic relationship and pining James and a happy ending.

@mycupofrum also posts amazing prongsfoot both here and on AO3. check out Bathe with me for some hot prefect bathroom smut.

@prongsfoot-microfic is an on-going event of daily j/s microfics.

And if I may humbly suggest :)) my own AO3 works as well. My most popular one is Benefits and my most fucked up favourite one is little do you know. + i have lots of things in progress for this month, so [pewdiepie voice] like and subscribe for more.

#i hate making recc lists bc it takes a lot of time and i always feel like i forgot something #i hope i didnt #ill probably remember later when it will be too late #but these are!! top tier #check them out nonnie #we also have a discord server of our own where we share stuff. since its a small fandom and as you said. overruns w lots of ships #dm me if you want a link ill send you an invite #fic recs #prongsfoot #james x sirius #james/sirius #starbucks #bambibelle

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