#prongsfoot angst

[your-favourite-yapper]

this is so "sirius-to-james-after-watching-him-go-right-back-to-lily-the-moment-summer-ends-even-though-they-spent-most-of-the-summer-together-except-they-DIDNT-"get-together"-apparently-and-it-was-just-an-experiment-and-Sirius-just-misunderstood-everything-so-now-sirius-has-to-pretend-that-it-was-a-"casual"-thing-for-him-too-for-fear-of-being-called-gay-bc-apparently-that's-bad??" core

[resident-gay-bitch]

sirius would fall first for james - the second he sees his bright sunshine smile with a big front tooth gap he’d be smitten blushing red and getting hearts in his eyes

james would realise he has a crush on sirius the first time sirius opens up about how cruel his mother is and how worried he is about leaving reggie at home alone all year like that - he’d hold onto sirius and want to protect him with every fibre in his body

they’re both first years, eleven and twelve when they get their crushes.

they’re both third years, awkward teenagers with voices that crack and an abnormal amount of body hair they freak out about together, when they realise they’re in love with the other.

it’s not till they’re twenty one, and sirius is cradling james’ lifeless body that he tells him he’s the only person sirius has ever loved

it’s not till sirius is thirty three and looking across the dark street at a boy with james’ face and a trunk beside him, waiting for the knight bus, that sirius lets himself weep for the first time since that night, about the man he lost twelve years ago

[snarky-magpie]

Okay but imagine that James and Regulus meet and fall in love. They date for a time, but Regulus has a terminal illness. When he dies, he leaves James several letters that bring him to places that played an important role in their relationship so he can heal. And then in the last letter, he tasks James with bringing it to his estranged brother (because despite parting on bad terms and not being in touch, Regulus hopes his brother will provide James with the support he will surely need).

When James delivers the letter, Sirius opens the door, surprised, but he invites James in. They reminisce about Regulus and for the first time in months, James feels lighter. Maybe because Sirius reminds him so much of the man he loved.

James and Sirius begin spending time together. They go on hikes, hang out in pubs, take rides on Sirius' bike.

And slowly but surely, James falls in love.

And he can’t tell if he fell in love with Sirius, or with the echo of Regulus he can see in him.

(Cue angst.)

(This fandom is really missing out by not doing jegulus x prongsfoot angst.)

[fl0-333]

Bad at Keeping Secrets - Jily Fluff/ Platonic Prongsfoot Angst

I wrote a slightly angsty platonic prongsfoot/ Fluffy Jily one shot where Remus gives good advice, James overthinks everything and Lily saves the day.

Snippet below.

“You two have never gone this long without speaking. He misses you.” Remus had sat himself next to James on the sofa in the common room. It was late and the last embers of the fire were dwindling out in front of them. He should probably be in bed but if Moony was still awake that meant so was he and James didn't really want to run into him.

“He say that did he? That he misses me?” James remarks sarcastically, his eyes staying glued to the hearth, not really wanting to look at his friend next to him. He was surprised Remus was even talking to him.

“Not in so many words… but I know he does. You’re both too stubborn for your own good."

Read the rest on AO3

[peristeronic665]

I was just listening to guilty flowers by ward thomas (I think) and I was thinking about how it could be sung to sirius by two different people

James - person he betrayed bc James asked would be regulus when Sirius left for the potters house and when he betrayed James would be yknow voldy but now I realise that wouldn't work so well

Remus - betrayed regulus as he pushed him to move in with James and then either the prank or when he thought Sirius betrayed James 😦

-🌹

if i wasn't absolutely writer's blocked rn i would give you something to feed on

also my love you really have to stop sending me asks for gut wrenching shit

[mischievovstar]

heavy the head (who wears the crown)

19.3k words, mature content, prongsfoot and dorlily

royal! au

He had noticed him from afar, he inched closer and closer until his presence was known by him. James looked into Sirius' eyes, as cold as the metal of the blade he held. Taking his breath away in an instant. His eyes trailed slowly down Sirius' face, that flushed as red as the blood he shed, with lips looking softer than Egyptian cotton, James craved to touch it, just to know exactly how it felt. It was the first time James had looked into his face, like really looked.

**

He could hear whispers, rumors even about Lily being the possible future Queen but only if they knew that Lily had her eyes on someone else. How fast people jumped into assumptions, but they didn't let that affect their friendship.

A person who replaced heaven, a soldier so fierce it brought fear into the souls of their opponents. Someone a land could count on to protect, and someone a heart can't help but lean towards. She is too beautiful to the point of madness, too enchanting to the point where they could call them magic.

With skin like melted smooth chocolate, inviting for a taste, and hair like a river flowing when it's undone. The beauty of Dorcas was unmatched.

[ricochetyears]

self-promoting friday because my starchaser are so in love ❤️ they’re literally it’s true, swear, scout's honor, you knew what you wanted and, boy, you got her

ac: alexsays-no

[yourgalgremlin]

Not the Black family trauma 🫠

[sspadfoot]

James sobbing his eyes out in front of Sirius after Regulus broke up with him

[wolvesandshine]

Okay but what if Regulus didn’t know Sirius ran away to the Potters? What if he genuinely thought that his parents had killed Sirius? What if he mourned his death only to find out that Sirius was actually alive and well with his actual brother and had completely forgotten about him

[galaxostars]

wolfstarbucks but remus feels a bit like he’s intruding in sirius and james’ bond, feels a bit inadequate, a bit introverted and quiet in comparison—why would they want him? and sirius has been very obv in flirting with remus so remus isn’t insecure abt that really, it’s obvious sirius wants him but james? james hasn’t made any obvious move towards him. james who wears his heart on his sleeve and loves so easily, james who’s been so loud in trying to woo lily, in showering sirius with his affection, james who’s always so obvious. this james? hasn’t expressed an ounce of romantic interest in remus. and maybe, because he doesn’t want him—he wants sirius. remus is just standing in the way.

wolfstarbucks but james has been watching his two best friends fall in love and sure, it doesn’t surprise him that sirius would want him too because it’s sirius? they’re together in every sense of the term, why not this extra step? but remus looks uncomfortable every time he’s there and james knows he’s a lot to take in, he’s messy and overbearing, but sirius matches his energy, so it’s easy to be himself with him, but what if he’s too much for remus? what if remus just tolerates him because he loves sirius and james was being too arrogant in thinking he might want him too? what if remus can handle sirius—loves him but not james?

remus usually so at ease with james, suddenly feeling like he’s walking on eggshell because maybe he’s not enough. because he thinks if he doesn’t draw attention to himself, james will be less likely to push him away.

james usually so expressive, suddenly taming down his loud and unfiltered self when he’s with remus because maybe he’s too much. he tries not to smother him with the love he feels for him because he doesn’t want to scare him away.

wolfstarbucks but make it tragic bc james and remus keep missing each other.

[somecluelessidiot]

Sirius: Just buried James an hour ago :(

Sirius: He's gonna be so mad when he wakes up lmao

[accio-sriracha]

Sirius was so incredibly protective over James.

Like this boy who basically became family to Sirius from the moment they met was so sheltered as a child and never understood how dark and dangerous the world could be.

So Sirius, who'd spent his entire life trying to protect his little brother, naturally fell back into the habit and would subtly insert himself into every situation he could see being potentially dangerous.

Everyone else thought when Sirius positioned himself in front of James whenever they were scolded it was because he was trying to take the blame.

But nobody noticed when someone would raise their wand around James, Sirius gripped his own wand harder and took a few steps closer.

Nobody noticed that Sirius' eyes were always on James, even when he was having a conversation with someone else, that he was always looking for danger.

Nobody noticed Sirius pulling James out of the way of people's paths or how he always kept James closer to the wall when they walked down the corridor.

Nobody noticed how Sirius refused to indulge in any sort of happiness until he was sure James was settled and happy himself.

Nobody realised Sirius had spent the better half of a decade trying to keep James from antagonising the teachers, even when Sirius joined in on any pranks that didn't target adults.

Nobody understood that Sirius did these things because he was scared for James, scared to see him hit, or hexed, he was scared to see him unhappy. He was scared because Sirius had grown up abused, he'd been trained to see the worst in people.

And he did. He saw the worst, in everyone but James.

And nobody knew.

Except one person.

And that person stared at the pair with wide, pained eyes. He watched them as Sirius pulled James out of harms way again and again.

He noticed every time Sirius put James' safety above his own, and he knew it was all to protect James.

Regulus knew from the moment they caught his eyes at his sorting ceremony that Sirius was protecting James the way he used to do for Regulus.

And, oh, did it hurt when he came to the conclusion that broke their relationship for good.

Sirius loved James the way he used to love Regulus. They were brothers.

Sirius had replaced him.

And Regulus didn't have anyone to see the good in him anymore.

[godmotherpm]

ok im just one fucking hundred per cent sure that sirius-god-damn-it-black was abso-fucking-lutely in love with james right? and like he was so fucking sure that lily, the only girl james ever loved, was so annoyed by james’ presence so… there was literally no chance they would ever date. so sirius was sitting there for years you know, waiting for the chance, for the right moment, for this glimpse of an interest in james’ eyes, for well the possibility to confess. he was waiting so long, that he saw his true love getting married, and getting a child. and sirius was there and he watched. he saw it from the vip sit. a sit of the best friend, best man and god father.

[starrylayle]

the thing about wolfstar is they no doubt love each other,, but they're not soulmates. In fact, they're the complete opposite, fate is almost begging to keep them apart. They shouldn't work. They're both two traumatised boys with familial issues, queer in the 70s and both stubborn in their mindsets. The people they've hurt the most is each other. They've lived through a war, Sirius was falsely imprisoned and Remus lived believing that, but they still managed to reconcile. Considering everything, they probably shouldn't be together -- but they do. They fight against all odds to make it work. And this is my absolute fave part of wolfstar fics.

It's also why I prefer wolfstar to prongsfoot -- despite the fact that in theory they seem like the better couple.

Because I don't like couples where the universe binds them together by fate. I like couples where the universe does its best to pit them apart, but they struggle and claw their way back together regardless. And that is the beauty of wolfstar my folks.

[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.