#angsty prongsfoot

[snarky-magpie]

A slightly angsty new chapter of In The Dark is up!

“Well, I missed you cheering for me,” James pouts to Sirius. “Feels like I never fly as good without you around.” 

You might want to consider why that is. James chases the unwanted thought away.

Sirius clears his throat but doesn’t address the admission.

“How was the practice?” he asks instead. 

“It’d be better with you, but pretty okay otherwise. Reckon we have the match against Slytherin in the bag. We should take the cup home, no problem.” 

“Going out on top. Minnie will be pleased,” Sirius grins. “She might even nod at you and smile slightly.”

James laughs. Finally. That sounds more like the old ‘them.’ Perhaps he can salvage the messy situation yet. “That’s the dream. I do live to please her.” 

“Yes, you’re famous for your people-pleasing nature.” A smirk curls one corner of Sirius’ lips. James has deflated his head quite a bit this last year, but no one in their right mind would call him a people pleaser. Still, he can’t resist joking along.

“You know it. Somebody has to uphold the Marauders’ good name.” 

“Hate to break the news to you, but our name was never good, Messier Prongs.” 

Sirius brushes a lock of hair from his forehead and barks out a laugh. 

He is a canine, after all. 

[wastingawayinmyroom]

@prongsfoot-microfic “tis better to have loved and lost.” cussing, unrequited prongsfoot and wolfstar

i love you.

“Prongs?”

“Yeah, Padfoot?”

“What… what would you do if I told you I loved you?”

Pause.

“As a friend?”

“No. More than that.”

“Oh.”

Pause.

“I’d say that I’m honored. That I’m really happy you care about me that much. But…”

Pause.

“I don’t feel the same.”

“Oh. Alright.”

Pause.

”Do you… do you feel that way, Sirius?”

“What? No, I don’t, I just— I just, you know, got curious. Someone… someone said that to me, earlier, and I just…”

“Wanted to know how somebody else would react?”

Pause.

“Yeah, I get it. Good luck on the potions test.”

“Yeah.”

Pause.

“You too, James.”

…

“Moony. Moony. Remus.”

“…Sirius? What—”

”He doesn’t feel the same.”

Pause.

“Oh.”

Pause.

“Sirius, I—”

“I’m so fucking tired.”

“I know. C’mere.”

Pause.

“Tis’ better to have loved and lost.”

“What?”

“I read it somewhere, Moony. I… got reminded of it.”

Pause.

“It doesn’t really feel better.”

“Yeah. Never does.”

“…Have you been… rejected? Before?”

“Not yet. Not directly.”

Pause.

“But I know they love someone else. Someone better.”

“How?”

“They told me. They talk to me, a lot. About that person.”

“Oh, Moony, I…”

Pause.

“That… sucks.”

“Yeah. Get some sleep, Sirius. We got a busy day tomorrow.”

“…Ok. Sorry about—”

“Shh.”

Pause.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. Night, Siri.”

[a-great-tragedy]

“Nice one James!”

Sirius always congratulated James on everything he did, and James always did the same to Sirius. It was one of the many things that made their friendship so special. They were always happy for each other, no matter what. So, when his best friend casts the spell expelliarmus, Sirius obviously praises him.

Except this time he didn’t say it to James.

[turtlesinatree]

If you asked anyone at Hogwarts who knew the Marauders (which was everyone) who they thought James Potter's best friend was, they would all say, without hesitation, the same answer. Because they all saw the same things. 

They would say Sirius Black because they all saw the way they clung to or were touching each other during every minute of every day. They would say Sirius Black because they all saw how both of their faces lit up when they saw each other in a room. They would say Sirius Black because they all saw the way Sirius cheered on James at his Quidditch matches or the way James celebrated Sirius's exam scores. 

They would all say Sirius Black and that would be wrong. 

Because they never saw all of Sirius and James. 

They never saw the late night kisses on a picnic blanket on the shores of the Black Lake. They never saw the secrets shared under the covers of the bed when neither could sleep. They never saw the way the two boys held each other when one showed up in the middle of the night, bags packed, beaten and terrified. 

They never saw the anguish and pain in Sirius's eyes when he showed up to his little shared cottage in Godric's Hollow to find his lover, his Jamie, dead and gone from him forever. 

They never saw the smile Sirius had on his lips as he floated into the veil, the small gasp and whisper of "James" as he drew his final breath to see his love waiting on the other side for him after 15 years apart.

[sachsoup]

though i like to indulge myself reading the anti jegulus tag (and agree with some sentiments) I don't have grrrrrrrrrrrrr hatred for it. i personally think it wouldn't just exist in my idealised fanon. maybe it could but personally, I think regulus having a puppy crush on james would be more silly and it causes him to doubt everything but regardless, it's one-sided for me...

[resident-gay-bitch]

Who wants a prongsfoot first kiss drabble?!?!?

[silverameco]

the tragic thing about prongsfoot is Sirius would have chosen James over everything and everyone, and he did, only to lose him anyway

the beautiful thing is platonic love can be just as strong and powerful and devastating as romantic love

[solitaire-sol]

02. Soft

For: @prongsfoot-microfic Month: December 2023 AO3: Link Notes: Merry (possibly belated) Christmas, and equivalent holidays, to everyone who celebrates them! I just wanted to put out a little Christmas fluff to break my lack-of-posting streak. <3

They’d spent the day out-of-doors, tramping through snow-covered fields and wading through thigh-high drifts like colder, friendlier quicksand, competing to build the most ostentatious snow sculpture before trying to stuff snow down the back of each other’s coats. By the time James and Sirius had returned to the house, the coats in question thoroughly soaked when the snow-stuffing had become an impromptu wrestling match, twilight had already fallen and the village had been illuminated by festive lights and flickering tapers in red and white wax.

Christmas had come to Godric’s Hollow, or at least it was nearly there, and the air was layered with pine and cinnamon over the fresh, clean, cold scent of new-fallen snow. James and Sirius wandered back to James’ house, where the windows were glowing in warm welcome despite the fact that no one was home: James’ parents had gone visiting, as they did every holiday, and James would normally go with them except that Sirius was there, which took priority. James had been apologetic when he’d informed his mother and father, but Euphemia and Fleamont hadn’t seemed at all surprised-- The boys were old enough to look after themselves for a night or two, and the ‘old folks’ had departed with only a few cursory warnings against burning the cottage down.

After the two of them had stamped the snow from their boots, discarding their sodden coats in the mudroom, they'd only had to glance at each other before they were racing for the stairs, elbowing each other mostly-playfully as they clattered up the carpeted steps and separated at the landing: James darted into his room, then into the adjoining bathroom, while a hastily-slammed door from down the hall signalled Sirius' disappearance into the guest bath. Taps were turned, prompting hot water to rush out from pipes charmed to convey the perfect temperature, and the billowing steam fogged up the mirrors in each bathroom. Sirius, still his mother's son, couldn't help but take the time to wash and detangle and mostly dry his hair; so that by the time he made his way back downstairs, James was already in the kitchen, a towel around his shoulders and his hair still damp from the bath as he applied frothy whipped cream to two mugs of hot chocolate with far more care than he showed in Potions.

James looked up as Sirius entered the kitchen, passing him the mug with a cartoonish dog gazing mournfully up on the side; their fingers brushed together, just a little, and something in Sirius was warmed by more than just the hot bath, more than just the heat from the ceramic under his palm. James' mug had an out-of-proportion deer on it in the same cartoony style, both cups were bought as a joke the year before, but they were 'their' mugs and saw plenty of use whenever Sirius came to stay. The mugs were a set, after all, just as Sirius and James made a pair.

Hot chocolate successfully procured, the boys made for the plush sofa in the living room, where Sirius stoked the embers in the fireplace with a flick of his wand as James flung himself onto the couch with reckless disregard for the whipped cream and molten chocolate in his hand.

“Budge up,” Sirius ordered, causing James to grin at the faux-authority in his tone, and there was a good deal of jostling and wriggling before they found something that suited them-- Half-sprawled across the length of the sofa, Sirius' back wedged in the corner of the backrest and the couch's arm, James' back to his front. Long limbs and lean bodies slotted together with zero room to spare, and something that might still have attracted covert stares and curious speculation in the Gryffindor common room could be as easy and as natural as it felt. Sirius reached behind him with his free hand and seized a handful of the thick quilt draped over the sofa’s back, pulling it forward and draping it over James, who picked up the edge and tucked it around them like a two-occupant cocoon.

It might have surprised those curious Housemates to hear the surprisingly gentle cadence of the conversation that followed, which rose and fell according to the whims of the boys now cuddled together on the overstuffed sofa, the twinkling lights of the large evergreen in the corner creating a private constellation in the firelit dimness. Christmas at the Potters' was nothing like Christmas with the Blacks, who acknowledged the holiday in the way they did so many other things: With a deliberation that was at once both slightly ostentatious and severe, all overworked house elves and enormous silver punch-bowls that had once belonged to some storied precursor who’d flavored his glühwein with his enemies' blood. Sirius had years of receiving gifts from his parents, and occasionally they'd even been things he wanted, but there had been nothing like Christmas with James' family, all three in ridiculous jumpers that Euphemia knitted and Fleamont loved and James wore with pride. Their tree, always a superb specimen from the woods around the Hollow, was always all but smothered beneath the tinsel and enchanted tapers and sugared gingerbread, and hidden among the branches were multiple ornaments shaped like the letter 'J,' each in a different style, one for every year of James' life.

When Sirius spent his first Christmas with the Potters, Euphemia presented him with a jumper of his own, and James' gift had been an elaborately wrought letter 'S' to hang next to the other ornaments on the tree. "I'll get you another one next year," James had promised, and Sirius had laughed and called James a sop and pretended to study the weave of his jumper to hide the gratitude in his eyes.

James had been as good as his word-- James always was, when it mattered, and Sirius mattered to him, even if James showed it through deeds and not quite through words. It was evident on that night, in the way that James could be quiet with Sirius, in the way that the boy who always carried himself as if he were centre-stage could drink his hot chocolate and speak only when he felt like it, not when he felt he had to. That these feelings were returned, nebulous and as-yet-undefined as they were, was obvious in the way that Sirius allowed himself to enjoy the sweetness of the hot chocolate and the milky flavour of the cream, childish tastes that he'd never been allowed to develop but which, like so many other things, he was able to experience through James' presence in his life. Sirius had been honed by his family until he'd become as bright and as sharp as a blade; but with James, with James alone, there was no need to bring that blade to bear. James could disarm Sirius without really having to try, perhaps because James so readily showed Sirius the vulnerabilities that James would otherwise never admit he possessed.

When the mugs were emptied and set on the coffee table, when the logs in the fireplace were burning low and neither James nor Sirius felt inclined to stir them to life, the clock on the mantel began to chime. “Midnight,” James observed, relaxing against Sirius and smiling into the firelight, his fingers twisting idly into the fabric of Sirius’ sleeve. “That makes it Christmas Day. Happy Christmas, Padfoot.”

“Happy Christmas, Prongs,” Sirius replied, his voice soft, his eyes softer. Sirius didn’t quite smile, still somewhat unused to the way that James could make him feel-- Like the first day back at Hogwarts with his friends, like Monty and Effie smiling at him over the breakfast table, such times with James were too precious for Sirius to take lightly, and he would never quite master James’ knack for cradling everything in a grin. Even so, if only for a moment, it seemed like the world beyond the front door had faded into a pleasantly indistinct haze, and all that really mattered was that cosy living room and that glowing fire and the quilt that smelt faintly of lavender, the lingering sweetness on his tongue and the warm, solid weight of James against him, as if that was how they were always meant to be. James’ breathing flattened and slowed as he drowsed, ever able to fall asleep with an ease that Sirius sometimes envied, and Sirius let himself follow suit, his murmured words almost lost beneath the steady crackling from the fireplace.

“You mean the world to me.”

[tisajest]

Exciting angsty dynamic I want to add to one or both of my fics:

Sirius had a crush on James, he eventually got over it for the most part once James got with Lily, but it nevertheless never fully went away. Even after James died. Sirius’s feelings towards James are kinda fossilized at what they were when James died.

When he learns that James and Regulus saw each other in Hogwarts, he loses his shit for many reasons, including that he ends up projecting his old crush onto James. He initially thinks that James only dated Regulus because he actually wanted to date Sirius and oh there are so many mixed emotions in that.

Especially since that was one of Regulus’s insecurities about their relationship at the time and it causes him to lash out.

[the-invisibility-bloke]

"i trust you with my life but not with my heart" is the trope i didn't know i needed

[benjamin-ovich]

when i'm 6k words into this fucked-up, angsty prongsfoot/jily infidelity fic and i find myself writing the most toxic, unhinged, emotionally abusive wolfstar sex scene in the middle of it

[wastingawayinmyroom]

@prongsfoot-microfic - warning: mcd, talk about death and killing

humanity.

I'm losing it, he thinks, while he's walking down a damp London street, surrounded by everything except James' arms. I'm losing it, love, I'm so sorry.

James looks up at him, lazily, head still on his lap, despite the news he'd just told him. "I don't really care if you're a vampire, honestly. You could be anyone, anything, and I wouldn't care, Sirius."

He knows he promised James. That he wouldn't be like other vampires. He wouldn't lose his humanity. That he wouldn't kill.

Sirius shakes his head. "What if I stopped just feeding on rats? What if... What if I drained someone, James? A person? Would you love me when I became a murderer?"

He walks faster, away from the stench, the strong smell of blood. Away from the temptation to give in to what he's been pushing away for so long.

James thinks for a moment. Sirius drinks in the look on his face like a polo pony's insides. "You wouldn't do that. I know you, Sirius. You couldn't."

James is gone now, something inside of him says, something rotten and dead. There's nobody to hold you back. Nobody to go home to and feel guilty for.

Sirius doesn't say anything, at first. James reaches up to caress his cheek, his hand warm on cool skin, and Sirius finally speaks. "I promise," he says, "No matter how bad it gets. I won't."

He stops moving. Nobody's in his flat. Just James' old belongings. He can burn those, later.

Sirius lets James pull him down, connect their mouths in a kiss. They break apart, and James looks him in the eyes. "I love you. Always. No matter what."

James wanted to get cremated, but he ended up burning down in a car crash. The least he can do is cremate the old clothes and trinkets.

Sirius closes his eyes. "Me too."

He turns around. He doesn't feel any regret.

I'm so sorry, love, he thinks. But you're gone. And a part of me is, too.

I lost it. I lost you.

I lost my humanity.

Sirius Black:

Monster.

[rosemelodyshah]

Any angsty PF fics coming???

Like there was that evil Remus idea of yours and I am all for it!!

Hello!

I am working on some angsty PF fics.

I think you're talking about You'll be mine, which has psycopath creepy obsessed Remus.

But I also have some other angsty PF fics as well, like the one/s in which James has a deep fear of magic and Sirius is/knows magic.

Then there's the fic with toxic!Sirius and James (this doesn't currently have much evil Remus currently)

And there's Infamous, where Sirius loses his memory and Remus introduces himself as Sirius fiancee

There's also Darkness, which has it's fair bit of angst but Remus is good.

[resident-gay-bitch]

“james, love…” lily puts her hand soothingly on james’ thigh. it’s soft, and small, and smooth, and almost delicate in her touch. everything about lily is so right to james, in every sense.

but gosh, sometimes he wishes that hand were bigger, rougher, scarred and pale with long bony fingers and black chipped nail polish.

james doesn’t even know why he feels that way sometimes. he loves lily. he really fucking loves lily. she’s everything to him, and five times out of ten he’ll yearn for her hand and her touch and her love.

but those five other times…

fuck, it hurts. and it’s so goddamned confusing. james drives himself crazy thinking about it.

actually, he drives himself crazy trying not to think about it. he doesn’t want to think about it. he can’t hurt lily. she’s the love of his life. so wonderful, she is, the brightest witch of her age, and she’s sassy and challenges james and doesn’t put up with his arrogance but also loves when he gets a little snobby. she’s so wonderful, and his parents adore her, and they’re engaged. to be married!

james doesn’t think life could get much more perfect than her.

oh, but his heart, it’s a terrible fucking thing. it’s the worst thing in the world, he’s beginning to think.

everyone’s always told him he has the most pure heart they’ve ever seen, that he has so much love and wears it on his sleeve. james potter has a wonderful heart, so good and lovely.

but james potter thinks his heart is so horrible, the betrayer. why? why would it do this to him?

it loves lily so dearly, and he’s certain of that. so why does his heart race so fucking fast when those long bony fingers reach out and tickle his skin. why does it ache and yearn for james to look into ice grey eyes and embrace another? if his heart so full of good and love, why must it hate james so much?

his body quakes when her delicate touch gluides over the meat of his thigh, the covers kicked down to his shins. her nails are painted a pretty pale green colour, and they look lovely, sitting in the place where his boxers end. he usually loves the sight of her hand there, so perfectly placed, her freckled skin contrasting against the tan of his own.

but not tonight. not right now. right now it’s his hand that james wants to see there. it’s his bony pale fingers that james wants to see spread out over the thick muscle. it’s his touch james yearns for.

he convulses, caving in on himself more. he’s distraught, arms wrapped tight around his almost bare body, snot in his nose, hot cheeks covered in tear tracks, his glasses all foggy.

“love…” she whispers again, her perfect, sweet voice. james loves the way she chants his name, weather it be soft, or tender, or loud, or excited, or desperate, or angered. he loves it all. he loves how perfect the melody of everything she says sounds to him. but he wishes for the deeper baritone of someone else to call his name in all the same ways. someone who’s not supposed to call his name in all the same ways.

james can’t even look at her. cant bring himself to look at her. he can’t hurt her the way hes hurting himself. cant believe he’s feeling this way. it’s horrible, guilt sinking it’s claws into his chest and tugging everything out until there’s nothing left but empty pain.

he can’t tell her, or she’ll leave him.

he can’t tell him, or everything will be wrong.

he can’t lie, or he’ll feel even more guilty.

he can’t be honest, or things will get messy.

he can’t rot like this forever, or hill drive himself to insanity.

they’re getting married next week, for fucks sake. and james loves her so much, and he’s so happy, and so excited. they’ve been taking about kids, about life. james got so excited about the thought, he impulsively bought a tiny pair of baby sneakers he saw in the store one afternoon.

so why is it, on his bucks night, of all nights, that he’s getting cold feet? why is it now just hitting him harder than it ever had before, these horribly betraying feelings?

had it been because those ice grey eyes looked at james with such pure affection and softness it made his heart want to explode? had it been because calloused hands felt good wrapped around james’ biceps as he had to be hauled back up to bed? had it been then kiss left on james’ forehead from pretty pink lips that didn’t belong to his fiancé? had it been the quiet words muttered into the night, when james was presumedly asleep, that had been playing on an insistent loop since they’d been whispered?

she can give you everything i can’t, amour. be happy, please.

or did it only really hit him, how horrible this all is, when he heard lily get home right as he was leaving. when he heard them talking downstairs, unable to decipher what they were saying, but sobered enough in the head to know they were talking for a while, taking about good things and bad.

or is it worse, because james feels the way he does, and he knows it’s bad and that he shouldn’t think on it, but sometimes he notices those ice grey eyes drift over to look at the soft curves of lilys figure? is it anger, he feels, for his friend to look at his fiancé like that? is it jealousy that he feels, when he notices her looking back? or is he jealous that those ice grey eyes aren’t always set on james?

“james.” lily whispers once more, moving herself closer to him on the bed, her hand shifting from his thigh to his cheek where she wiped his tears and held him. her makeups smudged, her hairs all messy, and he has a gaudy feather boa on. she wanted an all muggle henz night, and it looks like she had a wonderful one. and now james was here, ruining it because his heart yearns for a second.

why isn’t she enough for him? why can’t she be enough?

“i’m sorry, love.” james splutters out, surprised he can actually string his words together.

“oh, jamie.” she whispered, the soft pad of her thumb swipes over his wet cheek, flicking away more tears as they spilled. she leant in close to kiss his forehead, so delicate and warm, her kisses. so perfect. not enough. she smells like champagne, and sweat, and her floral perfume. it’s nice, comforting, it’s her and assurance she had a good night.

james sobbs more, they rip through him like waves; a never ending stream washing him away, and he aches.

“i love you so much, darling.” she whispers again, “and you love me?”

oh, more than anything he’s ever loved, almost. besides that one other incessant, irritable, beautiful, perfect disaster. he loves the both of them equally, he thinks, which is wrong. it’s so wrong. pick one, he tells himself. you can only love one person at a time.

“of course.” he nods, bottom lip wobbling as he speaks. “oh, i love you so much, lily, you have no idea-“

“i know, my love.” she smiles, so pretty, so perfect. “but your heart… it’s not only mine, is it?”

james stills, his said heart stops still in his chest. he isn’t entirely sure he’s actually breathing for a very long while. how would she know such a thing? how can she know? how- how… oh how?

“oh, my love.” she giggles, so softly. it sounds so familiar, like a warm summer breeze, and it settles something deep in james’ chest. it provides him comfort, as she always does, and he breathes again. “don’t panic. i’ve known for a while- for years, james. before we started going out, you know?”

“i’m so sorry.” he breaks, slumping into her arms and almost wailing against her chest. she holds him tight, soothing her hand over his back and petting him there, another hand sifting through his hair as she kisses his crown. she’d make a wonderful mother some day, james knows it. but now he’s gone and fucked it up, hasn’t he? “i don’t want to hurt you, i love you, lily, so much-“

“i know, james.” she sighed, kissing his crown once more, “you don’t have to be scared. not with me. you know you can tell me these things? i’ve been waiting for you to tell me years, thought maybe once we tied the knot you would.”

“you’re not… mad at me?” james peaks up at her, his eyes stinging from crying so much, his glasses askew. “why are you not mad at me?”

he’s terribly lost right now, his heart practically on another planet already with how fast it’s moving.

“you can love more than one person, james, and still have your love be pure.” she smiled, so sweetly, so pretty. he wants to kiss her, but thinks this is hardly the time for that. “you can love anyone you desire, as much as you desire. i know your heart is mine, i just share it with sirius, is all.”

hearing her speak his name like that, it’s unsettling at first. it makes james jolt back in shock, looking at her through eyes blown wide. she was never meant to know, no one was ever supposed to know. it’s weird, now she knows- she’s always known, apparently. but since he’s been made aware. why isn’t she angry? why isn’t she saying his name with such distain?

why does she speak his name like it’s something tender, like he’s precious? why does she sound out each letter the same way james would?

“you’re not a terrible person, james. please know that. i only waited so long to bring it up because i wanted you to feel good about it. but i can see it getting to you…” she sighed, smoothing her soft hands over his shoulders, “i love you so very much, no matter how many other people i share your heart with. i think it’s wonderful, how you can love me so strongly and still have more to give. don’t you think it’s wonderful? you do really have the biggest heart.”

james doesn’t know how to feel right now. he doesn’t know what this means. she loves him, still. is glad, perhaps? he’s baffled, actually. and he must show it, because she laughs so brightly at him and wipes the last of his sticky tears away before kissing him kindly.

james sinks into her wonderful, wonderful kiss. oh, she really is brilliant, his lily.

the brightest witch for certain.

“you relax, my love. lay down.” she mutters, pushing james back to lie under the covers again, folding his glasses for him and setting them on his bedside, “i’m going to put on a spot of tea, and then we’ll lay together for a while, and we’ll talk more in the morning about what it all will mean, okay?”

“okay.” james muttered, closing his heavy eyes.

oh he really loves his lily.

he must have fallen asleep, because one minuet she’s laying him into bed and the next she’s making him sip a hot cup of tea. his glasses stay off, too tired to worry much about seeing, too drunk to process much else anyway. he sips his tea, and she sips hers, and smiles at him softly.

“i love you so much, james.” she whispers to him, taking his teacup and setting it on his bedside table. “let’s sleep?”

she doesn’t give him time to argue, shoving him over into the centre of the bed. rather than climbing into her own side, she crawls under the covers on james’ and curls in at his side.

but james can’t focus much on the soft curve of lily, or her pretty smile, or the inviting smell of her; there’s another body climbing into bed behind him.

“shhh…” lily whispers, taking james chin and turning him to face her, as he startled. she kisses his lips again and wipes away the confused furrow of his brow. “not now, love. just relax, okay. let us hold you, we’ll talk tomorrow.”

james nods and turns to look at the other body, and finds pale skin and ice grey eyes looking down on him softly.

“would you like me to hold you, jamie?” he whispers, and james’ heart burns with how fast it’s beating.

james nods, too delirious to question it, if he’s honest. it’s not as if they don’t cuddle, regularly. it’s just… this is a little different, he suspects. lily has this look on her face, like she’s meddling, like she’s happy to be meddling.

james usually loves when she meddles, so he can only assume this is something good. he doesn’t have to worry now, they’ll talk about it in the morning.

for now, he lays his head on his pillow and wraps his arms tight around lily, their legs slotting together with ease, a position they have mastered. she’s curled into his chest, her forehead pressed against the flesh of his, and her hair tucked under his chin.

but tonight another set of arms wrap around them. strong biceps and ink blead into pale skin lay over james’ own. those long bony fingers skate over the back of james’ palm, the one that rests on the meaty flesh of lilys lower back, and they slot between his own. a strong jaw tucks itself over james’ shoulder and nuzzles there, warm breath fanning over his neck.

it’s sirius, pressed up against his back, spooning james whilst he holds his fiancé. it’s so oddly comforting to be sandwiched between the pair, his heart never had felt quite so full.

lily shoots her hand up and shoves sirius’ face away, and she tiredly groans. “your breath smells like cigarettes, dog-boy. don’t breathe on me, or i will kick you out.”

sirius snickers, and james utterly loves the sound. it contrasts the melody of lilys laugh quite strongly, and perhaps lily is right; maybe it is kind of beautiful how his heart can love two entirely different things, so intently, and so equally.

“please don’t kick me out.” sirius grumbles, tucking his face behind james’ shoulder and kissing him there. james’ heart positively somersaults. “i’ll probably have a bigger meltdown than james,” james kicks his foot back against sirius’ ankle, and he laughs before continuing, “i love you both terribly.”

this time lily is the one to kick sirius, right between james’ legs, “shh! don’t ruin it!”

sirius kicked her back, “he’s so drunk, he won’t even remember, mrs. potter.”

“he’s significantly more sober now, dipshit.” she muttered, “sorry, jamie, go to sleep.”

“oh…” sirius muttered, pressing his face into the back of james’ neck, “sorry, prongsie boy. we’ll, ah… we’ll talk more tomorrow. but you can understand, right? waiting so long and all-“

“shut up, pads.” james groaned, hoping neither of them could notice the red smatter of blush on his face or the lovestruck grin he had plastered to his lips, “i’m trying to sleep.”

“right.” sirius muttered, and shut his trap.

silence lulled over the room again, and james mind was so heavy, so desperate to sleep. however, his heart was hyperactive.

this was something.

oh, this had to be something entirely wonderful.

he wasn’t sure he could wait till morning to talk about it further. he just had to get one last word in before he let himself sleep.

“i love you both terribly too, i suppose.”

james fell asleep feeling much better than he had before, lily and sirius sandwiching him in; the shared warmth of their body’s settling comfortably over james. they were here, now, all of them, together. james and lily love eachother, and by the looks of things james and sirius love eachother too; and perhaps even lily and sirius might. but either way, james’ heart is too fucking full of love and he never intends on ridding himself of that.

they both pressed pretty little kisses to james skin in sync, and james certainly dreamed much more wonderful things than he had in a while.

[rosemelodyshah]

Thank you so much!!

For the pinterest moodboard thing

Could you do angsty/dark PF (or j PF if that's easier)

Ome angsty pf for you!!!

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Master list

Request guidelines>

Key

Angsty

Fluff

Moderately spicy

smut

Slytherin boys

Blaise

Blaise ditches a party to join you upstairs

Dating Blaise Zabini hcs

Mattheo

Mattheo is Gomez you are Morticia pt 1

Mattheo is Gomez you are Morticia pt 2

Mattheo is Gomez blah blah pt 3

Mattheo gets nervy around r bc they're so hot

Mattheo hates your boyfriend, Cormac

Mattheo’s dad sucks and you have a lot of y/n moments and gain a lot of trauma

Draco

Dating Draco hcs

Marauders era

Marauders cheat cards

Valkyries cheat cards

Skittle cheat cards

Marauders hanging up pictures hcs

Marauders stubbing their toe hcs

Jegulus

You and your boyfriend James both think regulus is fine as fuuuuuuuuuuckk

^^Pt 2 of the above^^

You get called in to your kids school bc they got into a fight but friends' dads are hot

Part two (you to a waterpark)^^^^^^^^

You and your boyfriend Reggie meet a hot guy at the Ren fair

you come out to james and regulus as genderfluid

Regulus and James are ice skaters and they kiss and you kiss them and everybody kisses

Regulus post cave and stuff it's cool and fun

James and regulus take care of you after you spend time with your toxic family

Jegulily

You're insecure and your lovers love you idk

You and jegugily bang

You and jegugily have a baby

Wolfstar

You and Sirius make out to get Remus’ attention

Rosekiller

You, Evan, and Barty bang, with knives, it's cool

Part two^^^

Barty wrecks havoc in his animagus form on his way to give you and Evan cuddles

Ppl spread rumors abt you and ur boyfriends batty and Evan

You got dysphoria so Evan and Barty canceled their plans

You and Evan are famous acting professionals and Barty makes edits

You annoy your lovers during class (in a fun way they love you they think it's quirky)

You change your fashion out of insecurity and they comfort you

Your boyfriends beat up a douche bag for you

Dorlene

You and your gf Marlene flirt with Dorcas in a roundabout way

Poly marauders

Remus' pain flares up and you get overstimulated

They find out you play violin

Moonwater

Regulus and Remus date and then also date you and there's kisses and yeah you should read it it's cool

Prongsfoot

Sirius and James are in a band and think you're hot

Evan Barty And Reg

Genderfluid reader with Evan barty and Regulus

Regulus

Ur Reggie's muse

Reggie gets drunk and confesses to you

Part two^^^^^(confessing)

runaway groom (you & regulus kiss)

runaway bride (you & regulus kiss)

Remus

remus helps you find words and the lid to a jar

Lily

You give your roommate lily head

James

You have feelings bc your home was unkind and James loved you idk

Barty

You have a headache and are horny and Barty gives you a handy

Barty and you are slutty and you like do things idk dude I'm tired

The hunger games

Peeta

You have a nightmare and hide in Peeta's bed

You faint and Peeta takes care of you (also you have children)

You give him a handy during the games

Coriolanus

You're covey and sing coryo some songs

You guys are married and you have chronic pain

Pt 2^^^^^^^

You get nightmares after the games and you guys reconnect

Billy the kid

Billy

You like Billy's hips cuz they're hot and stuff

The umbrella academy

Five/max ig

You guys are just loving and go to graces birthday party

You chill out after an agreement in the five deli

You're in the 60s and also have bad memory and five loves you dude idk stop asking me questions

Klaus

You're goth and Klaus thinks youre hot

Lockwood and Co

Anthony

Lockwood gets asked out by someone else and hilarity ensues

Lockwood gets a secret admirer

Lockwood gives you head while on the job

^^^ part two^^^

Locklyle

You are embarrassed about about having a stuffy but locklyle comfort you

Lockwood and Lucy think you (their neighbor) is hot

Supernatural

Dean

You hide your kid from Dean bc he's an immature little bitch

Part two^^^^^

Kick-Ass

Dave

You're a super hero and you find out Dave is kickass and flirt with him to see what happens

You guys like enjoy comics and you patch him up and you guys kiss and and and

Criminal minds

Spencer

Secret relationship

Pt 2^^^^^^

Derek

You confess that you were SAed and Derek loves you idk

You're a sheriff and Derek is nice to you

Hotch

You're his nanny

Percy Jackson hoes

Luke

Luke's wank bank

Soaked

Luke's an underwear stealer

Pathetic loser Luke crys

Long hair Luke

Luke peeks through your window

Luke fingering you under the stars

Luke listens to you talking Abt frogs

Luke and Aphrodite!reader

Luke and more pulling hair

Bottoms wife

Hazel

After you and Hazel kiss for the first time

Hazel yearns

It's Hazel's birthday and you guys make out

Hazel knows how to use a yoyo

You and Hazel scissor

You finger Hazel in the school bathroom

Descendants

Hook

Your ass is kidnapped