#pre-prongsfoot

[astranix]

slytherin sirius black × gryffindor james potter

the most non-angsty sirius and regulus running away fic ever coz we don't have enough of those

"This was, without a doubt," Regulus pants, glancing over his shoulder, "the stupidest thing you've ever done! And that's really saying something."

"This was also, without a doubt," Sirius says, glaring, "the best decision of my whole miserable life."

"We're gonna starve, you fucking idiot—!" Regulus says, smacking him on the back of his head. "We have nowhere to go."

Sirius freezes in his steps.

"Uncle Alphard?" he asks. Regulus smacks him again, and Sirius smacks him back.

"We can't go there, Sirius," Regulus says, wincing and rubbing his head. "Mother would know. She must already know, because it's the only place we could possibly go!"

There's silence for a second.

"Right. Lestrange isn't an option, neither is Dolohov," Sirius says, grimly. "Mulciber is a bitch, Avery's too thick to understand. Snape's probably homeless himself. What about you?"

"Barty's parents never leave him alone," Regulus clenches his jaw. "And Rosier would probably not be home. He's been sending me postcards from France."

"Fuck," Sirius scans where they're standing. "Andromeda hasn't talked to you since she ran, has she?"

"You think she'll talk to me before you?" Regulus scoffs. "She hasn't. And we can't live on the fucking streets, you know that."

"We have money," Sirius says.

"Yeah, but we would have to get it exchanged into muggle money, which, one, we don't know shit about. And two, we would have to walk straight into Gringotts. Anybody could see us."

Regulus tugs at his hair, always the one who worries more, always the one who gives up earlier.

"Well," Sirius, hedges, "if we could find an owl, we wouldn't need to go to Diagon Alley."

"Oh yes, of course," Regulus says, snidely. "All our problems are now completely solved! We just need a goddamn owl!"

The muggles walking past them give them strange looks, and Regulus lowers his tone.

"Look, Sirius," he says, fixing him with a determined expression. Sirius already hates where this is going. "You're sixteen, you're going to be out of Grimmauld in a year or two, anyway. And if you move out, I'll move with you. But we—we can't do anything except go back. It's cold. It's going to rain soon. We haven't eaten in a day."

Sirius stares at him, incredulous.

"If this is about your ego," Regulus starts, angrily, "then—"

"No!" Sirius interrupts, hotly. "Are you insane?! This is about our continued existence. She would kill us, if we went back! She's a fucking psycho! She was just about to curse the shit out of you, for no reason, which is literally why we ran—"

"I can take it," Regulus dismisses. "Besides, you ran out, and dragged me along."

Sirius gapes at him, unable to speak more.

"No," Sirius says, firmly, and looks straight at Regulus, because what he says now is what they do, this is final. "We're not going back."

Regulus's shoulders drop, defeated.

"Right," he mutters, and the sudden resignation that settles on his face, bitter and tired, makes Sirius think that sometimes, he's no better than his mother.

They stand silently, for a tense, uncomfortable moment.

Then, "I have an idea," Sirius says, because he does.

And it's a bad, bad one.

Of course, it's also the only one they have.

That, right then, that's when it starts raining.

Regulus scrambles for shade under the shed of the muggle shop closest to them.

Sirius braces himself, and raises his wand.

It's only a moment before the Knight Bus pops, loud and purple and sharply at contrast with the grey evening.

"Godric's Hollow," he says to the conductor, and hands him a handful of sickles. "And two hot chocolates."

They take a seat, and Regulus looks at him with a dubious expression.

"Godric's Hollow?" he pronounces, slowly. Sirius ignores him, grabbing the two mugs that the conductor gives them.

"Why are we going to Godric's Hollow?" Regulus insists, his teeth chattering in the cold. "Sirius? What the hell? We don't know anyone there."

He's right.

Sort of.

Sirius just hands Regulus the hot chocolate, refusing to answer.

"We're going to die," Regulus mumbles, gloomily. "We're really going to die."

"Shut it," Sirius says, and gives the conductor two sickles more for blankets. "You're not."

(-)

Sirius knows which house they have to go to, the moment he sees it.

It's big, bright, there's green grass surrounding it. It looks like one of those pictures in childrens' books, flowers and fences and whatnot.

It's barely drizzling by the time they reach.

Regulus had settled to just watching Sirius do whatever he wants to, but as soon as he starts walking towards the house, Regulus freezes in his tracks.

"I really need some information, right now," he says, quietly, wary eyes on the house. There's something beautiful about the whole scene, brick-red and cosy, and that's even more suspicious, isn't it.

They don't know anybody so warm.

"It's Potter's house," Sirius admits, finally. Regulus startles, whipping around to stare at him, absolutely shocked.

Anybody would be.

"Potter?" he hisses, like he's never heard the name before. "Potter?! What—! Sirius, he hates you! You hate him back! You hate each other!"

"I know," Sirius says, and rings the doorbell.

"Oh my god," Regulus breathes out, disbelieving. "You're mad. You're actually mad. We spent so much of our money to come here, Sirius. And when Potter, for obvious fucking reasons, turns us away, we won't even—"

The front door opens.

Regulus tugs at Sirius's sleeve.

"We can still run, come on, it won't be as embarrassing then," he says, frantic, "Even Alphard would be better than this. We could hide in his dungeon."

"Alphard has a dungeon?" Sirius asks, curiously, just as James Potter steps out.

He looks at them for a second, blankly, blinking behind thin-wired round frames. His hair is a mess, as usual, he's wearing actual pyjamas. And then, a moment later, his brain seems to catch up with him.

"What," James Potter says, bewildered. "What are you doing here—?"

"We need a place to stay," Sirius says, demands. Do the Potters rent out rooms to guests? That would make so much more sense. "For some days."

"Huh?" Potter's expression says that they do not, in fact, own a guest service. "Wha—?"

Sirius sighs, and pulls Regulus with him, again, not away from the house, like they should be going, but towards, and then he—then he just—

He walks inside Potter's house.

Just. Pushes past him, and walks in.

Like he owns it.

Regulus and Potter stare at each other, Regulus is horrified, Potter is confused.

"Thanks," Sirius's voice comes from inside.

"You're welcome," Potter mutters, automatically, before blinking dumbly, again, and going inside.

Regulus, reluctantly, ridiculously, follows him.

(-)

So.

Sirius has now, in a span of 24 hours, cussed out his mother, thrown cutlery at their father's head, forced his way into someone’s home, and clearly, he has no plans to leave.

James Potter is apparently, and bizarrely, completely okay with this.

"My parents won't be home until late evening," he says, uncertainly, in his own home, while Sirius sits on the couch, comfortable as all hell, reading the last edition of Witch Weekly. "We should eat something."

Yes! Regulus's stomach says.

"We can't cook," he says, aloud, apologetically. "We had elves."

"Well, we don't. And I can cook," Potter says, shrugging. "What would you like?"

What the fuck is even going on, Regulus thinks.

"I'll help," he says, instead. Potter just shrugs again.

(-)

"Why?" Regulus asks, as soon as they reach the kitchen, shutting the door behind him. It's not like the kitchen at Grimmauld. It has a muggle stove, and what Regulus is guessing, other muggle... devices.

"Why what?" Potter says, and the slight grin on his face tells Regulus that he knows exactly what he's talking about.

"Why—" Regulus huffs, "why're you doing all this?"

"I'm hungry," Potter says, with an infuriating smirk, as he opens the shelves, takes out a pan and some plates. "And my mum taught me well."

"You know that's not what I'm asking," Regulus says. "Why did you let us in? Why're you letting us—" stay.

If he is, that is.

"Actually you'll find that I did not, in fact, let you in," he replies, setting the pan on the flame and dropping a unnecessary amount of butter. It sizzles and melts, and Regulus can't bring himself to meet Potter's eyes. "That would imply you asked."

"Okay," Regulus huffs. "Why didn't you kick Sirius and me out then?"

Potter's expression flickers a little, and he looks away, absent-mindedly cutting the tomato he's got on the counter.

Regulus waits.

Chop chop chop.

"Well," James says, finally, quietly, eyes on the thin slices of tomato, "you can't quite say no to Sirius Black, can you?"

"You... could have," Regulus narrows his eyes.

Potter just shakes his head. "He's...he's—"

"Oh, god no," Regulus exhales, because no way. "Not you too."

"'Too?'" Potter repeats.

"You like Sirius, don't you?" Regulus asks, scoffing when Potter gives him a wide-eyed expression.

He's so painfully obvious.

Regulus doesn't want to interpret any of this. He goes on, anyway.

"You know he's using you, right?" he asks, quietly.

Chop chop chop chop.

"He doesn't know anything about that, Black," Potter says, eyes firmly on the pan, as he slides the onion and tomato slices off the board.

"Sirius," Regulus says, slowly, "always knows when someone likes him. He always, always knows what anybody feels about him. My brother's a lot of things, but oblivious or delusional he's not."

"Maybe I just don't mind the company, alright?" Potter replies, curt, and Regulus is just about to reply, when a sudden noise comes from outside, the thud of the door.

"James, honey?" says a woman's voice, sounding mildly confused.

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

dialogue promptttttttt can u give the people prongsfoot + “what are you doing?”

he lit my cigarette once and i wrote a 10 volume poetry book about him ahh james potter 💔💔

also, @dtilmnh, the cigarette prompt !!

Cold, cold, cold. Sirius had never been much for warmth, not his attitude nor his body; James’ warm hand encircled around his pale ankle, warm brown eyes looking up at him.

Sirius was standing, leaning against the railings, long hair forming a halo around his head, dark lashes batting slowly, sinfully, grazing over his high cheekbones, a cigarette balanced between his pink lips. James shouldn’t be thinking like this, not now nor ever, not about his best friend – his best friend who looked like he’d broken out of heaven, all long legs and soft skin and wicked eyes.

“You’re staring,” Sirius hummed, looking down at him, the ends of his mouth quirked up in a would-be smile. 

You’re a prince, James thought hazily. 

Sitting cross legged on the broken tiles of a roof, his jeans worn out and vomit-stained sweater discarded somewhere, Sirius, who was dressed infuriatingly gorgeous in a black suit that hugged his frame, did look like a prince. Pretty, composed, with that edge that clung to him. 

James almost felt inferior. Drunk, vulnerable, emotional.

“She’s gonna leave me,” James slurred, eyes closing as his worry seeped in again, as the fear of Lily knowing, understanding, realizing how pathetic James really was overtook his bones. “She doesn’t like it when I drink,” he murmured. Nausea crept up to his throat. Lily was going to leave him. The cold railing felt good behind his head. Lily was going to leave him.

A shift – he felt Sirius sit next to him, opened his eyes to stare at him again, to see his silver eyes staring at him, to see him pink from the cold.

“Not gonna reassure me?” James asked, almost half heartedly. Was he boring Sirius? Was he going to leave him too?

Sirius only smiled, messing up James’ hair further, “Don’t be daft, Prongs,” he said, then rested his chin on James’ shoulder. James leaned into it. Sirius was so cold, James was burning alive. His hand slipped into Sirius’ pocket, pulling out his Marlboro’s, fumbling to light a cigarette.

Was Sirius watching? Did he look at James’ lips the way James looked at Sirius’? Did James look at Lily’s the same way?

“Let me,” Sirius said, shifting, and then Sirius’ knees were on either side of James’ legs.

Hot, hot, hot, James was hot, red hot, blue hot, white hot, hot as a sun in its dying blaze. Sirius leaned forward, hand underneath James’ chin to guide him, to steady him, the tip of Sirius’ cigarette burnt like the holy flame – all consuming, inevitable – kissed James’ untouched one, the sanctity of the exchange, the press of something unspoken. 

James exhaled, smoke curling between them like an unanswered prayer.

Angelic. Sirius looked angelic. Seraphic – perfect. Touch reverent, cold, controlled, pulling James in with a force too strong, too otherworldly to not be divine, to not be cosmic.

“What are you doing?” James managed, eyes wide, face red. Drunk, emotional, vulnerable.

“Relax, James,” Sirius said quietly, exhaling white fog, and James’ very body listened, like a dog’s, like a disciple’s before his saviour’s, heart thumping less erratically, lulling James into submission as Sirius stayed, keeping him caged, sitting over him, hands on his jaw. 

Stay, James almost said. You’re sin.

[veritas-scribblings]

illegal - @moonwater-microfic - words: 735 | trying my hand at a different pairing cos @deathnguts's moonwater posts keep appearing on my feed | apologies for the essay in the tags | writing this was more fun than I thought it would be | [warnings: self-loathing, some implied internalised homophobia, if teenage boys were werewolves]

In the days leading up to the full moon, Remus feels it in his bones like a thousand hair-thin needles boring into him. The scent that lingers in the hallways. That has invaded the library and spread through the potions lab and lives in the wood and the stone. The scent that beckons to something dark and perversely primal in Remus.

He feels it penetrating his skin. The itch of it travelling through his gut. And sometimes, shamefully, lower and lower. It grows and grows until he feels full, almost bloated with it.

“You right there, mate?”

Remus cringes and grabs his bag and clutches it to his chest with a grip he’s surprised hasn’t crushed it to dust. James, for all his teenage boy-ness, can be annoyingly perceptive. Sometimes he gives Remus this sad, concerned look that implies he knows Remus has been staring where he should damned well not be staring.

Across the Great Hall at the boy with the head of curly black hair who’s always buried in a book. The one that travels with a damned impenetrable attaché that includes one Bartemius Crouch Junior with the (according to Sirius Black) “perfectly punchable face”.

If Remus has learnt anything about Slytherins, it’s that they’re fiercely territorial (and occasionally violent). And none more so than the attaché Regulus comes with, like Regulus is some sort of diplomat. Or prince, even.

Remus knows territorial. He knows it, because the wolf in him feels it in its soul. For his books. For his clothes. For his dormitory. For his friends.

Remus has learnt to channel this. To, for the most part, redirect those unnatural urges that centre themselves around his friends the closer and closer he gets to the full moon.

But those Slytherins. They wear territorial with pride, and Remus just knows that he will never be able to cross the boundaries they’ve so meticulously carved out alive. Or, at least, in one piece with all of his limbs attached where they should be.

“Thought you were going to meet me at the library?” Lily dumps her bag onto the grass next to where James and Sirius are laid ‘soaking up the sun’, according to Sirius.

“The library?” Sirius scoffs. “The library for what?”

“Not you, Black. Not everything’s about you.” Lily rolls her eyes and kicks Remus in the shin when he doesn’t acknowledge her. “Remus. Our study date?”

“Nonsense. I am the gravitational centre of this Earth, I’ll have you know.” Sirius flashes Lily an easy grin that everyone knows will roll off her like water. “Just ask McGonagall. Everything’s about me.”

“You know she was being sardonic when she said that…”

Remus can smell it again coming from across the lake, stronger and more distinct than any other scent around them: vanilla-ish, cinnamon-y and a touch Earthy, nutty. It shoots straight through him and hits him so hard in his groin that he has to pull his bag into his lap with a flush of shame.

Of course it does.

Of course it does.

And of course Regulus is there again surrounded by his friends (he’s always surrounded by his friends). Remus recognises the smell before he recognises the outline of him and the movements of his body that have a decidedly “child of the House Black” beauty and grace to them.

Only, Remus reminds himself, he would never go there. He would never try; he doesn’t need the humiliation.

And he would never break Sirius’s trust, no matter the dreams that plague him around the full moon. The things he does to himself to stave off the hunger when he wakes with every nerve in his body feral and inflamed. Not only because Sirius is a friend—a friend that Remus never, in his wildest imagination, could have ever possibly thought he’d be able to dream into reality—but also because Sirius has a reckless, terrifying fierceness about him. Sirius Black does not bear darkness or traitors lightly. And he’s made that more than clear to the world.

Remus just doesn’t know what’s worse. That he likes a boy. That the coming of the full moon fills him with filthy, lustful thoughts and urges for said boy. That said boy is Regulus Black.

Or that it’s really just a matter of time before his friends find out that his condition is not just a fun rollick in the forest once a month…

…but is something darker and much, much worse…

…and Remus finds himself alone again.

[imaginejamesandsirius]

Could you do one where Sirius is a Gryffindor outcast after getting sorted and gets attacked/bullied by Gryffindors and Slytherins alike and James defends him :D

Sirius is a child, but he's not an idiot. He knows that, in addition to his parents being unhappy about his Sorting, Slytherins are unhappy about his Sorting. Gryffindors too. He's pissed off his parents-- and all the extended family-- a fair few times by age eleven, but it's something else entirely to have people his age upset. The adults in his family would get mad, but he knew exactly how to deal with that anger; the other students are cruel, and he's lost as for how to handle it.

Like he said, he's not an idiot. He knows that there's nothing he can do to make the other students like him. With his family, if he went to another room and waited half an hour, they'd be fine. With his peers, waiting doesn't seem to do anything except-- maybe-- make them think he's weak. He doesn't understand how trying to give someone space to stop being angry counts as weak, but when he gives them space, the next time they see him, it's twice as bad like they're having a contest with themselves.

The bright spot in all of this is James. They became friends on the Hogwarts Express, and when he Sorted into Gryffindor, it cemented their relationship as best friends. James is sticking with him and hasn't faltered, not for an instant.

When Sirius finds a massive nest of snakes in his bed, James helps him clean it up without a second thought-- though he, like Sirius, isn't thrilled about picking up so many snakes. They're both visibly nervous about it and pretending otherwise, and neither one pokes fun; if they both pretend that it doesn't bother them, maybe that makes it true. When ink explodes in his bag, coating everything in it and ruining his homework, James is right there beside him, telling the professors that he completed it and shouldn't be punished. When one shoe of every pair in his wardrobe goes missing, James lends him a pair of his own.

It goes on and on, these things charitably called 'pranks' by Professor McGonagall. Sirius thinks it's more mean-spirited than that, and while they don't talk about it, he knows James thinks the same. It's not happening to everyone. It's not happening to all the first years or all the Gryffindors, and it's not happening to all so-called blood traitors; it's just him. It's just him, and everyone's in on it except his dormmates, so no one even tries to hide it when they're the guilty party. 

One day-- after cleaning up a bucket of bugs someone dumped on Sirius's head-- James turns to him with a grin, teeth glinting, and says, "I have an idea."

Two hours later, O'Connell and Smith scream and run out of their dormitory, sending Sirius and James into peals of laughter. They don't get detention for it, even when the two fourth years go to Professor McGonagall with their accusations; "It's a harmless prank," she says dismissively, and Sirius likes her more knowing that it's how she responds to everyone, not just him.

"Mission one was a success," James says, chest puffed out in pride of a job well done.

"Mission one?" Sirius asks. "Is this going to be a habit?"

"Of course. We can't let them get away with it, the arseholes."

Peter and some bloke named Remus are the only dormmates in the room with them, and it's obvious they're listening, though they are pretending not to.

"The first one went off without a hitch. We make a good team," James says, elbowing him companionably. "And there's eighty-one more people we need to get. Well- maybe more like sixty?" he amends. He pulls a sheet of parchment out from his bedside table and squints at it. "Some people are on here more than once."

"You kept track?" 

"Of course." 

He's endlessly charmed by that, by how James cares so much about him that he's been keeping track of this from the beginning and never once faltered in believing they'd get revenge one day. Sirius peers over his shoulder at the list; it's not just names. "You wrote down the date?"

"And the offense."

Ink. Shoes. Snakes in bed. Bed is underlined three times. Paint-- red. Maggots. Snake-- one, big. Paint-- black. Dead mice. Black bird. Paint-- green. On and on the list goes, some with details, like the colour of the paint or the location it happened. Sirius skims the whole list and can't think of a single one that's missing. "Wow."

"What do you think-- chronological, or by severity?"

"Random," Sirius decides. "I don't want anyone to know if they're next."

They share a grin, an expression that promises not just revenge, but a puzzle that needs solving-- what exactly they should do for each of these, what will make the punishment equal the crime. They don't have time to plan before supper, which is a shame.

Sirius has it in his head the revenge is how they're going to operate, so he's surprised when-- after a passing upperclassman 'accidentally' spills burning hot soup down his back-- James flings a handful of green beans at their face without a moment's hesitation. Then, apparently deciding that wasn't enough, James throws mashed potatoes, which make a comical splat as it covers their eyes. It's enough to have Sirius laughing, forgetting for a few moments the pain prickling along his back.

James gets detention for that-- so does the second year instigator-- but he's unrepentant and winks at Sirius the moment Professor Grubbly-Plank looks away. Warmth blooms in Sirius's chest, bright and resilient and addictive. He wants it to be like this for the rest of his life.

[bluecanvasshoe]

Loopy Lupin

Summary: After a rough moon, Remus is given different medicine. The chaotic aftermath of it is incredibly amusing to a certain group of boys.

Warnings: Not beta read, mentions of being high but it's medicine so, NOT an x reader, mentions of Remus' scars

Content: Wolfstar if you squint, Sirius calls Mme Pomfrey 'Poppy', fluff

Word count: 1.06k

A/N: This one was fun! Just something cute while i go through writer's block :) (for all my non-french people, mme is madame. i don't know if this is common knowledge, but if it is, ignore me lol)

If this has already been written... I'm so sorry

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It was the day after a particularly tough full moon.

James, Peter, and Sirius had all flocked to the medical wing as soon as they were told that Remus was awake and requested them to be there. They expected the usual; Remus in bandages, laying in bed with lower spirits than normal, with maybe a book in his hands or tea that Mme Pomfrey gave him.

What they didn’t expect was a high, loopy Remus.

The afternoon sun poured in through the large windows, illuminating the curtained area. The three boys stood around their lycanthrope friend, chatting with the boy.

“You’ll never guess what I’m drawing,” he slurred, a scarred hand clumsily holding a muggle pencil. His notebook was in his hands, brought by Peter who thought he might’ve wanted recent notes from classes he missed.

Sirius had his hair tied back, wearing the clothing of his quidditch attire, sans gear. He peered over at the page from beside the bed, holding back a snort. “Um.. I can’t,” he replied. James, who was dressed similarly with the addition of his jersey, did snort, covering his mouth.

“A turtle,” Remus stated, his hands unsteady as he drew lines and wrote sloppily.

“I didn’t know you liked turtles,” James replied, craning his neck to look at the blob.

Remus gave him a glare, though it hardly seemed threatening. “I can like turtles.” James, in reaction to his defensive tone, put his hands up. “Didn’t say you couldn’t-”

“I think it’s great, unlike that git,” Peter, dressed in his usual uniform, grinned. He earned a shriek from James and a faint shushing from beyond the curtain. The Potter whisper shouted a quick ‘sorry!’ to Mme Pomfrey.

Recovering from before, the bespectacled boy looked back at Remus. “I do think it’s great, Moons! Better than great!” James corrected Peter, his eyes wide behind his glasses. 

Remus frowned, “but now you’re saying it’s not…” He muttered, looking at the drawing. 

“It is gorgeous, stunning, even,” Sirius reassured him mirthfully, rubbing Remus’ arm.

Remus looked up at the long-haired boy with big eyes before accidentally dropping the pencil from his hands, causing him to look down at the sheets and search for it unsuccessfully. “Oh no…” he muttered, the notebook in his non-dominant hand lowering onto his blanket-covered knees.

Peter leaned over from the side opposite Sirius, picking it up with a smile and presenting it to Remus. He looked at Peter with something akin to awe. “You found it for me?” He asked, his voice teary and high-pitched. Peter nodded. “Yeah, mate. For you.”

His words caused the werewolf’s chin to wobble, tears coming to his eyes. “You are… You’re all awesome.” He said with a sniffle, his face crumpled in a way he’d be awfully embarrassed over.

Sirius laughed, his eyes narrowing with a wide smile. “Aw, Moons, are you crying?”

Seeing as Remus hadn't made a move to take back the pencil, Peter put it on the bedside table. “What did Pomfrey give him?” He whispered to James, who was standing at his side. “Why is he zonked?”

James only shrugged, returning his attention back to Remus. “We’re your friends, Remus, why wouldn’t we help you out?” He asked with a mirthful grin.

What he’d said only pulled a sob from the high lycanthrope. 

Sirius' eyes widened, and he put a hand on Remus’ shoulder, rubbing it gently. “Oh, Remus,” he said empathetically, but amusement still wormed its way into his voice.

Peter looked a little bewildered but had a small smile on his face. 

James looked apologetic, yet that didn’t stop his face-splitting grin. “No, Moony, I’m sorry, don’t cry,” he apologized, laughter evident in his tone.

Before anyone else could speak, the curtain was opened. The piercing sound of sliding metal rings interrupted the moment, revealing Mme Pomfrey holding some supplies in her hands. Her expression softened upon seeing the crying boy, her head tilting. “Oh, dear. Is everything alright?”

“He’s- yeah?” Peter said, looking from the crying, babbling, very high Remus to the healer. Sirius and James were focused on calming him down, which seemed to be effective when Remus began sniffling instead of full-on sobbing, soothed by James and Sirius’ reassurance. 

Mme Pomfrey nodded. “The crying is normal; I assume you all can understand that he’s… not in his right mind, I suppose. I gave him a stronger healing potion that he has only previously had in smaller doses.” 

Peter replied with a quiet ‘ohh’, looking at Remus again. 

“I apologize for the intrusion,” said the healer, gaining the attention of James and Sirius as she walked forward. “But it is time for me to change his bandages. It’s been a few hours since they were last tended to.”

The three frowned but said their goodbyes and told Remus that they’d be back later, getting up and gathering their things as they went to leave the privacy curtain.

They only heard a whined ‘waaaiiittt-’ before Mme Pomfrey ushered them away.

—

The three boys just returned from the great hall with food for Remus. Now, they sat together with the light of a lamp, speaking in hushed voices. 

Remus, who was now not high, had his head in his hands. He sat against the headboard, the others crowded around him.

“The drawing is still in the notebook, Moons. It’s really good, you should see it,” James teased, smiling mischievously and reaching to the ground for something.

“No, stop,” Remus groaned from behind his hands.

Peter patted his shoulder consolingly. “You were so proud, Remus.” “I’m going to hit you.”

Sirius snickered, “but I thought we were awesome?” 

He received a swat from the lycanthrope, and Sirius’ hands immediately flew up to cradle his attacked arm. He shrieked, and Mme Pomfrey, who was out of view, shushed him. “Sorry, Poppy!” He replied, earning another shush.

James retrieved the notebook from his bag, flipping it open to the page. He muffled a laugh, showing it to Remus who tore his eyes from Sirius. They immediately widened, a stark contrast from the narrow glare they were giving to the long-haired boy. His eyebrows furrowed, his mouth opening. “Jesus Christ…” He muttered, earning a bark of laughter from Sirius, a similar one from James, and a snort from Peter.

The volume of their laughter caused Mme Pomfrey to shush the three again, only more aggressively.

“Sorry!” They called.

[hp-fanfic-archive]

The Actual Worst Thing by fictionalcandie Pairing: James/Sirius Rating: T Word Count: 7k Just before James Potter starts his final year of Hogwarts, his blood-supremacist parents tell him they’ve arranged for his marriage—to Bellatrix Black. James is almost as upset about this as Sirius is.

[klarolinexluv]

Okay but exes Prongsfoot where they remain codependent, they remain the closest of best friends.

Pre-jegulus and wolfstar.

The angst in that??

Because Remus is thinking that he will never be good enough for Sirius, especially when Sirius still has James. Remus thinks that Prongsfoot were perfect together and that Remus has no way of competing with that.

Whereas Sirius knows that him and James were not perfect. He still adores James, that would never change, it’s just that Sirius couldn’t give to James what he needed in the romantic sense and James couldn’t give it to Sirius. They tried very hard though to make it work but it just wouldn’t and sometimes that’s just how things go.

Their break up was very private and very emotional. Both of them cried. They talked it out in such depth and explained themselves throughly. They know they are on the same page and that feels good and also horrible because they both know that they can’t give eachother what they need and that is a physical pain for them.

Anyway. It takes a while for Sirius to realise what he feels for Remus and him and James talk it out. James helps Sirius come to terms and then plan how to ask out Remus and woo him.

Wolfstar happens before Jegulus I’m thinking.

Jegulus I feel is more angsty because of the whole best friend/exs brother, brothers best friend/ex thing.

Sirius and Regulus actually look identical. There are small give away and minor differences. Like their eye colour. Sirius’ is more grey with blue undertones whereas Regulus’ Is more blue with grey undertones. Sirius’ Is more the ocean and Regulus’ is more a storm.

Their hair is slightly different too. Sirius’ is more wavy whereas Regulus’ Is more curly. They both have the same freckles and the same mole at the corner of their lips, but Regulus has a second one closer to his left ear that is mostly hidden by his hair.

Anyway… because they look so alike, Regulus is a mean jealous cunt. I say this fondly, but he is. He does not believe James when he asks him out, he thinks it’s a joke and gives James a dressing down. He is so mean.

This goes on like this for months at the very least. James has to work hard to win Regulus over and convince him that James isn’t just looking for Sirius in Regulus (he never was but that’s what Regulus thought).

It’s not until Sirius asks Regulus about it that Regulus starts to think differently. Sirius ends up explaining what happened between him and James and at first it only makes Regulus’ resolve worse but after a week of thinking and overthinking, he changes his tune a bit. He’s more open to James’ attention but James isn’t asking him out anymore and this makes Regulus doubt what he knows.

PLOTTWIST. Sirius helps Regulus asks James out instead.

ANYWAY rewind a bit, to James working out his feelings for Regulus.

It doesn’t take James long to discover his crush on Regulus. He tells Sirius immediately, at first Sirius is sceptical, thinking that James might just be looking for Sirius in his brother but he is proven wrong not even a second after he has the thought when James starts rambling about Regulus and all the things he likes about him.

Sirius doesn’t really help much in the area of asking Regulus out, only that Sirius tells James things that Regulus likes. Things that would help him. Sirius then goes on to claim that he had no part in helping James but they all know (literally everyone) that Sirius is helping James without actually doing anything.

James and Sirius have a lot of talks about this, James is constantly coming over and pestering him. This goes on for months, Sirius sees the highs and lows. When James doubts himself and all that.

It’s at a particular low point that Sirius talks to Regulus and yk the rest is history.

ANYWAY years later, wolfstar marry first. James is Sirius’ best man. Lily is Remus’ maid of honour, (or whatever the titles are) and Regulus gives Sirius away.

Years after that, jegulus get married. Sirius is James’ best man and Pandora is Regulus’ maid of honour. Sirius gives Regulus away to James.

And they all live happily ever after the end.

PS. Pandalily hookup at the jegulus wedding and that’s the start of their relationship. It’s messy for ages too. They (Lily) can’t admit to their feelings and it’s screws them around abit. Lily gets her shit together after a hard talk with Regulus (because yes they are friends) and boom!

PPS. Rosekiller spontaneously get married like a month later whilst jegulus are on their honeymoon. They just went and did it. They weren’t even dating before hand. Drama ensues. (They were fully sober)

PPPS. (Girl idk how many of these there is going to be) Dorlene were the first couple out of the group to marry, even before wolfstar. Back when jegulus where only in their fetus era.

ANOTHER PS. Peter met Sybil through Pandora at Jegulus’ wedding. Sybil came as Dora’s plus one. Peter asks Sybil if she would want to dance and they danced together all night. He asks her out as he makes sure she gets home safe. She agrees and they start seeing eachother soon after.

AND THEY ALL LIVER HAPPILY EVER AFTER THE END

[sirius-blacks-official-girl]

OK I'm gonna go on a bit of a rant here

Fucking James and Sirius

Those two were ALWAYS touching. Like either hands interlocked, laying their head in the others lap, sitting on each other WHATEVER. They could not keep their hands of each other and I love that.

And oh my GOD did they love each other. So. Much.

I don't know why, prongsfoot in my mind were always the type of people to make out. Like they would kiss, sure, but most of the time, their tongues were down each other's throats

Also they had the weirdest fucking dirty talk. Like they had scientific dirty talk. I don't know how to explain this but you must get the vibe. Remember that these dudes were nerds. They just had it weird, OKAY??

ALSO

Sirius has a very slight French accent, it's almost un noticeable. But yknow, James hyperfixates on every words that leave sirius' lips, so when he catches a slight "kh" sound in Sirius' 'r's he gives fucking feral

Me too, James, me too

Because how can one man's Rs BE SO SEXY⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

And Sirius was obsessed with James' dimples. Whenever James Smiled, Sirius would poke his dimple that only appeared on his left cheek, and James would turn to him and then the full force of that smile would be directed to him and DAMN HIM if he didn't faibt at the sight (pre official prongsfoot btw💅💅💅) (this would happen when they were established too but) (goes for the whole post, I feel like they wod have very little difference when they were in a relationship just that they kissed and fucked) (they loved each other from the start anyway) (those two were Def each other's first kiss tho)

ALSO

Sirius

I miss him

AHHHHHHHHHHAHHSUDUAJABSHUA

(they drag me back into the asylum)

[lovesickf-fics]

First time for everything

tw : Masterbation, talks of past masterbation, walking in on someone masterbating, virgins, hand jobs, talking through it, spit

Ship mention : Prongsfoot (James x Sirius) Marauders

Summary : James comes in from his morning walk and catches his dorm mate touching himself, what is he meant to do other than become curious and want to help him out

James goes jogging as the sun rises, like clockwork, he takes about anywhere between a half hour to fifty minutes, and Sirius knows this.

Sirius knows this because he's such a light sleeper that even though James tries his best he wakes Sirius up, and every morning Sirius takes advantage of the silencing charm they learned back in third year.

For almost all of 6th year he's been doing this, James gets up, gets dressed and leaves, and as the door closes Sirius puts his charm up, the shimmer reflecting of the canopy making his legs tingle like a dogs ears perk at a whistle. Well trained and desperate.

He tugs whatever bottoms he'd tugged on the night before down to his knees, and he touches himself. He explores and plays and treats his body like unexplored territory - because that's what it is.

Today was meant to be no different from every single one of those.

That was until the door reopened, after only ten minutes of it closing behind james the first time, and Sirius panics.

He yelps, thankful for the charm, but the charm doesn't hide the moving and desperation to hide because this feels dirty. He always knows it was dirty, but him knowing and his best friend are too different.

James, and oh sweet james the boy he is assumes Sirius is having nightmares again and so he rushes over and pulls the canopy back to find sirius, half flailed around, hair messy, drool down his face, tears in his eyes, red cheeked and cock dribbling with his trousers down and if that doesn't spark a flame up in James' gut he would've been convinced nothing would

They stare at each other, blinking dumbly, and in that moment, Sirius is vulnerable, and James is enjoying it more than he should, They're both stood frozen and its sirius that caves first, letting out a sound close to a sob and his tears well up and spill over with the emotions.

"j-james! n-no im sorry, listen im so so sorry i won't do it again--"

James hushes him, gently getting into the bed with him, holding him close, uncaring that the boy is practically naked, and his t-shirt is wet with tears and drool.

James holds him tight, keeping his voice soft

"Shh, shh pads, it's okay, you're absolutely so okay, do you do this alot?"

Sirius, who can barely get a word out, just nods into James' arms, his heart melts, and he lets his fingertips brush Sirius' outer thigh were his hand drapes around him.

Sirius tenses at the touch and then relaxes. Something about James always makes him relax, and with the way he's melting against James, he takes it as a green light to keep going.

James takes his hand higher, trailing sweetly along the divots of his hips and thighs, getting closer and closer to where Sirius is dripping again, He keeps his head in the crook of James' neck and gently mouths at the skin there, making James chuckle a little.

Theres words of encouragement mumbled into the morning air as James touches where Sirius needed it most, wrapping his hand around his cock, just firm enough to feel and with the residue spit from Sirius before and the pre from the praise and touches it feels better than anything Sirius has ever felt.

Sirius jerks into James' hand and moans loud, not used to someone elses touch. James smiles wider and adjusts them to be facing each other a little more, Sirius still on top of him and getting louder with every movement around his cock.

James mumbles some more

"It feels good, huh? i wonder how you do it for yourself. You can show me another day, but for now we'll keep doing this"

James lifts his hand away and he ignores how Sirius' whine he spits into his hand, loving how it connects from his lips to his palm and then down all over Sirius' cock, cooing at the sounds he makes in return.

Sirius' hips move, and James lets them. He relishes in his reactions, enjoying how he can move his hands faster to make Sirius gasp and slower makes him whine

It's not long before sirius is cumming, cock twitching in James' hand and his knuckles being painted in white, Sirius bites into James' neck and moans as it happens, his hips losing any semblance of control they had

[yourhouseofstonemyivygrows]

“Fem prongsfoot” “fem wolfstar” “fem Jegulus” “fem rose killer” STOP IT STOP IT OH MY GOD LITERALLY FUCKING STOP ITTTTTTT

There are SO many other ALREADY wlw ships you could be creating media for!!!!!! Instead you’re choosing to stifle the impact of a pre-existing diverse mlm relationship and choosing to FURTHER the stigma against wlw media, because we all know wlw gets WAY LESS coverage than mlm and just taking to already popular GAY MALE CHARACTERS and slapping some tits and longer hair on them to make them something else when you could just as easily be bringing real attention to a really lesbian ship BOILS MY BLOOD because it’s literally only making things worse for lesbian representation in the long run. Not only this but you’re taking away MORE attention from female characters. The marauders fandom as a whole has such a problem with INCLUDING FEMALE CHARACTERS in ANYTHING. maybe lily sometimes if you’re using her as an accessory for James. MAYBE. but no, Dorcas isn’t getting the same coverage Barty does. Marlene isn’t getting highlighted at ALL. And instead of focusing on lesbian relationships with actually lesbian characters you’re taking an already popularized MLM ship and making it female so you don’t have to highlight any other characters. BRO.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

[thebibutterflyao3]

Marauders Ships Timeline

I’ve seen an uptick in discourse about Remus Lupin and Sirius Black-related ships, so here’s a timeline for those who weren’t around when the HP books were first being released.

Disclaimer: The Marauders friend group were introduced in POA, so I’ve excluded the first two books. It is difficult to pin exact dates for rare pairs because not everyone was sharing online and a lot of fics/blog posts were deleted. I didn’t include crack ships or recent/newly created ships for brevity.

James x Lily are canon.

**When POA was released, we see Remus, Peter, and Sirius for the first time, the “prank” involving Sirius telling Severus how to get past the Whomping Willow was explained, and Rosmerta called James and Sirius inseparable friends.**

Wolfstar was the first main ship for Sirius and Remus in fanon.

It was initially called “Puppy Love” or some form of “puppies” because of Sirius’s animagus form and Remus’s lycanthropy.

Began shortly after the third book, POA, was released due to the unintentionally homoromantic scene in the Shrieking Shack and quickly grew in popularity.

First widely accepted fanon LGBT+ ship.

Sirius x Severus and Remus x Severus became rare pairs in fanon.

These were largely angsty enemies to lovers fans and/or Severus fans. Some overlap of Remus x Sirius x Severus.

Occasionally Severus was written as a revenge fuck when Wolfstar was on the outs, but most were related to the “prank.”

Severus making Remus his Wolfsbane potion was a common theme in Snupin fics.

Sirius x James became a rare pair in fanon.

Has many different names: Starbucks was the first I’d ever heard, later Prongsfoot and Bambibelle.

The comments made by the professors and Rosmerta in the Three Broomsticks about how close Sirius and James were was largely cited as evidence they were dating.

Often initially written in fics as a secondary school crush/relationship before Jily and/or Wolfstar happened.

**When GOF was released, Dumbledore instructs Sirius to “lie low at Lupin’s” at the end of the book.**

Wolfstar became an “accepted as canon” ship in fanon.

This was the last release before JKR’s multiple year hiatus to write the last three books, and so Wolfstar blew up in Fanon spaces online. So much fanfic was written!

JKR made it very clear that she did not like Remus and Sirius being shipped together.

“Lie Low at Lupin’s” became an entire story trope all on its own.

**When OOTP was released, we meet Tonks for the first time, Sirius falls through the veil, Regulus is properly introduced by Sirius, and Marlene Mckinnon’s name is first mentioned as a past Order member.**

Remus x Tonks became a rare pair in fanon.

This ship was largely unpopular because of the 13 year age gap between the characters.

Many Remus fans wanted to see their favourite character happy again after the tragedy of losing Sirius.

Tonks was a very popular character and one of the few single young adults in the series at that time, plus she and Remus were both Order members and sent on missions together.

Sirius x James became semi-popular in fanon.

James showing off for Sirius’s entertainment in the scene “Snape’s Worst Memory” and Sirius’s comments about James throughout made this ship slightly more popular.

James x Regulus became a rare pair in fanon.

Very small, niche group of fans who enjoyed the best friend’s brother trope and wanted to flesh out Regulus’s character started this ship.

Often written to create turmoil between Sirius and Regulus or to explore the dynamics of the Black brothers. Usually written as pre-Jily.

When DH was released, Harry finds Sirius’s bedroom and the letter that Lily wrote to him specifically mentioning Marlene’s death and Remus x Tonks became canon.

Sirius x Marlene became a rare pair in fanon.

Ship name was Blackinnon. Mostly written as secondary school sweethearts or in AUs.

Marlene was often positioned as a past girlfriend of Sirius’s or as potential competition for Remus in Wolfstar fics.

Marlene’s character was usually characterised as the female version of Sirius or as a self-insert.

BONUS

The Wolfstar fanfic All the Young Dudes was posted to AO3 in early 2017 and introduced Sirius x Mary as a short-term flirtation.

Sirius x Mary became a rare pair.

Similar to Blackinnon, Mary was often written as a foil to Wolfstar or as Remus’s competition for Sirius. Occasionally as secondary school sweethearts.

[hattiecursedsigh]

James Potter Random Headcanons 。* ゜ + ヽ

• extremely passionate about an array of subjects and has the uncanny ability to talk about things unprompted for literal hours

• remus encourages this by ignoring him which he takes as acceptance to keep going (remus won’t admit that he likes the background noise while he studies as long as sirius isn’t there making the conversation loud)

• james and remus are really really close they are the sun and moon for real they’re brothers too your honour

• he would experiment with guys but his heart is ALWAYS on lily no exception (i headcanon moonchaser and prongsfoot experimentation and perhaps xenophilius x jamesy)

• this motherfucker journals and no one can change my mind. sure they started out as LE in doodle hearts but it transformed into a flow of his consciousness onto the page

• HE’S A POET and he’s really embarrassed by it but its really good and he only writes Lily poems once he is with her. sirius teases him for this ‘queer activity’ okay sirius says you

• I headcanon him to have ADHD undiagnosed and Remus just goes bro obviously you have ADHD and self diagnoses him until Fleamont does something about it XD

• James has some underlying anger issues which can result in his outbursts like punching the wall, his thighs and shaking his legs. he can’t help it and it often feels like hot iron running through his veins until he finds an outlet. His dad tried to teach him some self regulation techniques when his anger was the worst (age 12-14) which helped A LOT. When he was around 12 he got angry and punched Fleamont, who at that time decided to learn some breathing exercises/healthy ways to deal with it.

• James felt so bad for hurting his Dad leading to him crying that he never ever wanted to hurt anyone he loved again 💔

• Lily got him a camera in 7th year and he never stopped taking pictures of all of his friends because they’re his entire world and i love them

• [james about lily] “i’m so happy cos you’re so happy… blow me a kiss and i’ll be happy the rest of my life.” (happy by travis the band)

• he definitely does air drums with any drumstick looking item he can get his hands on and annoys the daylights out of all his friends

• unpopular one but i headcanon marlene to be james’ cousin (her mother is fleamont’s sister!!) and they’re like two peas. james used to follow marlene around like a puppy and marlene calls him her baby cousin. marlene gets stuck between pre relationship lily and james discourse!!

• quidditch captain tho that’s never been up for debate

• ppl need to remember hes literally a teenage boy in the 1970s and the connotations that has on his character and the depth he has - which is why i like sort of the repressed anger aspect of his headcanon!!

• he obviously likes david bowie, he’s a marauder, his favourite song is hang onto yourself and cracked actor (totally not because they’re my favourite songs…)

• bro can be caught rocking out to some seriously metal music (i know its much later than his time but he would love system of a down)

• he secretly likes getting dressed up to go to those like rich people pureblood balls and always dreamed of taking Lily to one.

• loves seeing Lily all dressed up in a lovely ball gown. his favourite colour on her is pale green and loves to spoil her with his fortune ofc!!

thats all for now folks let me know if you want any other characters/ a part 2 ❤️❤️

[mrstellmeafuckingsecret]

arctic monkeys do i wanna know is pre 1981 prongsfoot hozier do i wanna know is post poa prongsfoot

[resident-gay-bitch]

I have a long fic in the works (very very slow works) that centres around transfem sirius black over several years and it’s a modern band au. It starts off with toxic wolfstar Pre her transition (half the reason it’s toxic is because of Remus’ extreme internalised homophobia) and then cycles through a few other relationships as she explores herself. It has a bit of past tense prongsfoot, they mostly fooled around for exploratory reasons because they were just “best mates helping eachother out” but it’s Jily endgame and they have Harry and another kid.

BUT my dilemma is who Sirius should end up with endgame too - and endgame is like most of them have kids at this point, they’ve grown and changed and are settling down now.

Her ending up with Remus was my OG plan but I feel unsure about it now given how toxic their past was. They become friends again but idk if either of them should do that to themselves.

Basically for the Jilypad line, the two of them spend a lot of time looking after sirius whilst she goes through her lowest points in the story, they house her and really appreciate all the date nights they get after Harry’s born because sirius is so happy to look after him for them. And of course James and Sirius have their past, and Sirius and Lily become good friends in the start but better friends after her transition because Lily really helps her find her femininity and loves getting to have girls nights with Sirius whilst James and Harry look after themselves. So it could be really nice.

Peters story is like he gets dumped in the start because his boyfriend is an asshole, but in the end if he and sirius find eachother it could be a really nice story of them both moving forward from their past toxic relationships

Thanks for your help!! Please reblog if you don’t mind so this reaches more people thank youuu

[mycupofrum]

Sunday snippet

Thanks for the tag @nyaightlight! Ok, so here’s a snippet from a sort of (pre-)Prongsfoot oneshot I was inspired to write today. Keeping this nice and vague, though I think you can get the idea of it from there anyway. (Only needs editing and then it’s done, I think. :)) CW for blood.

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He flinched involuntarily, and the blade resting against his skin cut him. "Auch!"

“Fuck,” the man muttered but merely moved the knife a few centimetres away.

James touched the side of his throat, and his fingertips were damp with blood. Panic welled up in him; things were getting serious.

“HELP!” he yelled, hoping that someone would stop this madness and save him from the assassin. No matter how hot the man was, James had no desire to be injured or killed.

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Tagging @squintclover @brinkworth @goldenlionprince @lovelymasks

[hp-fanfic-archive]

Meet Your Own Parents by camichats (@cami-chats) Pairing: James/Sirius, Sirius & Harry Rating: T Word Count: 4k James's kid from the future comes back while they're in Hogwarts. Sirius thought he stood half a chance with James until that point, when Harry says that his other parent is Lily. Harry, of course, was convinced that Lily was his other parent until he goes back and meets Sirius.