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Prongsfoot week 2024. Day 3 - First Kiss

My fanart for this snippet from my WIP. After the Prank

[cassiaratheslytherpuff]

Prongsfoot Week - Day 2

What Headcanons do you have for this ship?  IE, things like, James made the first move or Sirius got James into crosswords.  Anything really.

So the thing about me and Headcanons is that I have a lot and several contradict each other (and or canon) so consider yourself warned:

James and Sirius are able to use each others wands interchangeably and just grab whichever is closest. At some point they forget who got which wand originally.

They're so co-dependent it could be seen as unhealthy from the outside (and realistically it probably is - they're not the kind of couple who "could live without the other but would prefer not to." They would literally fall apart without the other)

Sirius knows he loves James in the all-encompassing "I don't want anyone else, ever" kind of way. James doesn't understand that the way he feels for Sirius isn't the way most ppl feel about a best friend. He thinks he needs a best friend and a girlfriend/boyfriend so he gets one. And he loves them, but he will always love Sirius more. Sirius is torn apart by loving someone he can feel slipping away and James is torn apart by failing to give everything to Sirius and give enough to his partner.

Sirius is a-spec but doesn't ever explore it because he loves James and wants to be with James and what does it matter what you call that or that he'll never want it with anyone else. He loves James and wants James and as long as he gets that he'll be grand. And if he can't he'll be broken.

Sirius played quidditch for a year or two despite disliking it because James loved it and they both had a crisis about not liking the same thing for the first time ever.

James didn't want Sirius as his secret-keeper because he knew without a doubt Sirius would die and worse before giving him up - and he couldn't stand the thought.

I don't see them wanting kids, though they'd love the kid if they ended up with one

James's stomach protests violently if he's too overwhelmed

Only Sirius can magically dry James's hair without making it a complete mess

James makes Sirius's tea after they leave school

Everyone thinks they've been dating for several years before they actually do. Neither of them make any attempt to dissuade this belief.

At least one of them is bipolar

They only really show true vulnerability with each other

Sirius loves using his Animagus form, James dislikes using his own but loves cuddles with Padfoot.

They both did NEWTS in Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, DADA, Herbology, CoMC and Arithmancy (which I HC to be the mathematical study of magic and spellcrafting. Like how do you connect a word and wand movements to magic that makes something happen in the physical word)

James has trouble falling asleep (and sometimes staying asleep)

Sirius has nightmares

Bonus, the smutty ones:

They're both a little kinky, and they're both switches

James Potter will always and in every pairing have an oral fixation

Sirius loves being told what to do and being watched

James loves being pinned down and having his hair pulled

More than anything they both love to make the other lose their mind with lust and pleasure

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Prongsfoot Week 2024 - Day 7

Trapped Together

“Here you go.” The voice behind the mask sounds suspiciously like Lucius Malfoy. James resists the urge to kick him in the shin. He’s in enough trouble at the moment so maybe later.

The corridor they are in is dimly lit by the torches Maybe-Malfoy and one other Death Eaters in the back are carrying and it smells a bit damp. Looks like a cellar, at least what James can make out through the cracked lenses of his glasses. He’s not entirely sure where the cellar is though. Although if it's really Malfoy who's playing the boss here he has sort of an idea at least.

James is kind of suspicious though. They haven’t done much to him yet since they captured him outside the wards of the estate. Roughened him up a bit, sure, but no Cruciatus. Which James is not complaining about. His rips hurt on his left side, probably a few of them broken. He doesn’t really need a torture curse right now, thank you very much.

But knowing Malfoy and his lot he might end up in a kinky torture cellar very soon, soundproof and all. Wouldn't want to get any blood on the good carpets, the fancy fucker.

Worth it, tough. James is inside those stupid wards now.

Maybe-Malfoy unlocks and opens a door in front of James and James braces himself for all kinds of medieval torture devices on the over side of it.

But there are none. The light from Malfoy's torch illuminates a small and bare room and a person sitting on the floor on the far end of it, his right hand chained to the wall, the heavy chain pooling around his feet.

A very familiar person.

A grin spreads on James' slit lips. Perfect. Just trust stupid Death Eaters to make his work a lot easier instead of harder.

The person on the floor doesn't seem to share that thought though. Grey eyes go wide as they see James in the middle of his little harem of Death Eaters.

“No,” Sirius breathes softly before his eyes snap to Maybe-Malfoy, grey almost seeming to glow in the dark. He gets up and moves towards them in a blur until the chain pulls tight about halfway to the door. “You absolute fucking asshole!” he growls. Actually growls. “I'm going to end you!”

There is a flash of fangs.

James stares.

Maybe-Malfoy chuckles like the posh asshole that he is. “I think you're going to end this one first.”

Two of the three Death Eaters that were escorting James down into the cellar alongside Maybe-Malfoy give James a shove in the back and he stumbles forward into the room, nearly falling, but Sirius catches him.

One of the torches gets thrown in after him. It lands on the earthen floor, flickering.

“Happy reunion,” Maybe-Malfoy sneers and then the door closes with a snap and locks.

James stares at Sirius, who is staring right back at him. His eyes still glow eerily, like they are lit from within, and James can see a hint of fang poking at his lower lip. James swallows hard. Sirius lets go of him like he got burned, stumbling back a step or two.

“This is bad,” Sirius says after a moment of silence. “Very fucking bad.”

James shrugs and ruffles a had through his hair. He winces slightly when the movement pulls at his tender rips. “Could be worse.”

Sirius raises one eyebrow at him, looking unimpressed. James grins and shrugs. Sirius rolls his eyes. “Only you would say 'could be worse' while sitting in a literal death trap.”

“I mean, it could totally be worse,” James says with another little shrug. “I could not have found you at all. That's worse.”

“That would actually be better for you in case you've missed any of the obvious signs,” Sirius snaps, pointing at his face. James once again stares at the tips of the fangs he can see between Sirius' lips.

Sirius narrows his eyes at him. “Stop that.”

James snaps his eyes away, a flush spreading on his face. “Stop what?”

“I can hear your heartbeat speeding up. Which, in case you were wondering, is not a good thing since they don't keep me well fed.”

James looks back at Sirius, really looks at him. He's pale, paler than usual. There are shadows under his eyes. Those strangely glowy eyes. The fangs that are clearly there. There is only one explanation to all this. James doesn't want to ask. If he doesn't hear it, it's not true. “They really... turned you?”

Sirius looks away, lifting his right hand and tugging absentmindedly on the chain that connects to the wall with his left. “Bella thought it would be more.. amusing instead of just letting me die.”

James flinches at the mention of death and Sirius in the same sentence. Although he knows that this is what must have happened. One doesn't turn vampire without dying first. But hearing it is something different. It makes it real. Too real.

James is going to kill Bellatrix. Slowly and painfully.

But first they have to get out of here so James has to pull himself together for now. He can fall apart later when they are somewhere save. Later he can think about it all, that he was too late, that he didn't find Sirius fast enough after he had disappeared from an Order mission gone wrong. Later he can think about Sirius being essentially dead...

But not now.

“What's with you and that chain?” James asks instead, getting back to business. “Can you get rid of it? Turn into Padfoot and step out of it?”

Sirius lifts his right hand, chain rattling over the earthen floor. “Something in it dampens my magic. I can't shift and it's fucking annoying.”

James' frown and looks at the metal of the chain. The cracks in his lenses get a bit annoying so he quickly takes off his glasses and concentrates while brushing his fingertips over them. The cracks knit back together as if they have never been broken at all. The glasses are a little smudged now, but that's far better than seeing everything with cracks running through.

Satisfied with his work James puts his glasses back on. So much better. He takes a step closer to Sirius to get a better look at the chain but Sirius takes a step back immediately to keep their distance the same. “Don't.”

James' frown deepens. “Don't be difficult. I need to get a closer look at that.”

“And I need not to bite a chunk out of your neck, James.”

James pauses, then lifts his eyes back to Sirius. “How bad is it? How hard is it for you to not jump me right now?”

“A little.”

Which, in Sirius' language, means bloody fucking hard. James curses under his breath and rakes a hand though his hair, pulling at the roots. “Okay. First things first.” Dropping his hand he pushes up the sleeve of his right arm, past the small tracking rune tattoo he used to track down Sirius' matching one. “You need a snack. Then we work on the chain. Then we get the fuck out of here. I have your wand. Hid it with mine in a tree outside of the wards. Didn't want to risk losing them so we have to make do without them until we can pick them back up.”

Sirius stares at him, trying very hard not to look at James' exposed skin. James pauses, his sleeve pushed up to his elbow. “What?”

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like.” James grins. “Turning myself into a buffet.”

Sirius glares at him, which combined with the glowiness of his grey eyes does look a little spooky. “That's not funny, James.”

James sighs and lets go of his sleeve. “Come on, you know I'm right. If we want to get out of here I need you to be able to think clearly and not have a munchy problem.”

“Munchy problem,” Sirius repeats like he can't believe James just said that.

James shrugs. “Munchy problem. Furry little problem. I collect interesting friends. Now come on, eat up. Well, not up up. I need some blood still in me but.. you know.” James lifts his arm towards Sirius. “Cheers?”

“You are the bane of my existence, Potter.” Sirius grumbles but takes a step closer to James' arm so James sees it as a win. “What if I can't stop?”

James huffs like that was a silly thing to ask. “You're the most stubborn asshole I know. If your mind is set on not draining me, I think we're good.”

Sirius still hesitates.

“Really now,” James murmurs, a soft thing just between then two of them. “We had a whole conversation in here while you're basically starving and you didn't even try to nibble me yet. I know you can do it. I trust you, Sirius.”

Cold fingers close around James' wrist, sending a shiver though him. Sirius looks at him and James can feel his heart stumble in his chest. Of course he's nervous about this, but it's Sirius after all, so he holds Sirius' gaze and nods.

Sirius swallows and lowers his head and then cool lips brush over James' skin just below the rune.

It's a soft distraction, just for a moment, and then there is bright pain and -

It's like floating. Like dipping into warm sunshine. Like flying. Like a warm embrace. A bubble bath. There might be a moan slipping from James' lips, he's not entirely sure.

It's fizzy, it's warm, it's heady. It rushes though James' veins like champaign bubbles -

And then it's over, all of a sudden. James' gasps, his heart pounding in his chest. His eyes had fallen shut somewhen, he hadn't even noticed.

Opening them now he sees everything a little fuzzy, including Sirius who is looking at him, James' arm still cradled in his hands, his eyes glowing, but it's a warm glow now. Not the cold, eery light from before.

Holding James' gaze Sirius licks over the two little punctuation wounds in James' arm, licking away the blood that still seeps from them. James feels hot all over and a little dizzy.

Sirius looks down at the little wound and nods. The breaking of their eye contact makes James able to breath again. “Well, at least this part is true.”

He lifts James' arm a little so James can see too how his flesh is already knitting back together like magic. Soon there will be no mark left on his skin.

James tries to push down the disappointment that rises in him.

Sirius lets go of James' arm and licks away the remains of James' blood off his fingers. James has to force himself to look away.

“So”, Sirius says once he's done. “What's your clever plan now for getting out of here?”

A grin spreads on James' face and he bends down to retrieve the knife he had hidden away in his boot before getting himself into trouble with the Death Eaters. The very same penknife that Sirius had given him for his last birthday – designed to open any lock. The knife that the Death Eaters were too dumb to look for once they had realized James had no wand on him.

Sirius laughs at seeing it, the sound sending a giddy rush through James. “Well then, let's wreak havoc on those idiots.”

[darling-deerest-dead]

Day 7

BOTH: Write/Draw/anything for this ship.

Morning in the kitchen, James in nothing but Sirius’ t-shirt and Sirius only in James’ loose track pants. Laughing at something the other has said before lapsing into a companionable silence, chopping vegetables to put in the other’s frying pan.

The morning sun glints against the gold band on James’ ring finger, reflecting as a dancing spot of light on the wooden floorboards; moving in time to the wave of James’ hands as he told a story about something that happened at his casual Quidditch club.

Sirius stops for a moment just to drink in the sight of his husband. Catalogs the laughter lines on his face and the streaks of grey in James’ dark hair. He’s so beautiful, Sirius thinks helplessly. His smile is sappier than he’d like but he doesn’t care.

“You’ve got that look again,” James said sternly, “I know you’re not listening.”

“Sorry,” he muttered back insincerely, “A bit difficult when the world’s most beautiful man is talking to me.” That last was sincere at least and it made James blush in slack jawed embarrassment.

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” his husband replied, turning his attention back to the stove a little too intently.

Sirius kisses the red cheeks of the other man. “Hopefully it’ll get me back into your good graces.”

James sighed and leaned into his husband’s touch. “How can you get back to somewhere you never left.”

Sirius grinned.

[sc0rpiflow3r]

✨ Prongsfoot Week 2024 - Day 7 ✨

@prongsfootweekarchive (Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6)

Write/Draw/anything for this ship:

They won a game against Slytherin. Obviously, they got detention after that.

[lilacella]

💫Prongsfoot week 2024💫 - Day 2

What Headcanons do you have for this ship?

Oh sooo many!!

• They meet on the train and James immediately decided that he needs to be Sirius' friend - even if he'd end up in Slytherin

• They share a bed starting from third grade because it is "more practical"

• James is equally smart as Sirius but he is always a little nervous about fucking something up in front of him. Though Sirius would never judge him.

• Sirius doesn't like being touched very much. James was the first person who hugged him. They didn't let go for 30 minutes.

• James always joins Sirius on his smoke breaks and puffs along eventhough he hates smoking.

• James kisses Sirius first.

• Sirius realises his feelings first.

• Their food likes and dislikes match perfectly so they can trade unwanted items of their plates at dinner

• James would initiate play wrestles as an excuse to touch Sirius

• During the summers before Sirius ran away, he'd talk to James through the mirror everynight to fall asleep

I could go on but this is already quite long 😬

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[nyaightlight]

Prongsfoot Week 2024

Day 6 - Everyone Assumes (that they’re together)

Wrote another drabble for today, hope you all enjoy!

“I just don’t understand why people keep saying we’re together.”

Peter looks up from his word search to stare at the pair crowded in the loveseat opposite him. James is sat upon Sirius’ lap, feeding him grapes whilst Sirius polishes James’ broomstick.

Peter’s not sure if his friend is being serious or not.

He turns to Remus for help, or understanding, sympathy, something, but the other boy is nose-deep in a transfiguration textbook, and surrounded on all sides by crumpled parchment.

Figures, since he’d taken turns begging all three of them for help with the set of new spells assigned to their class over the course of the week, and had apparently rewritten the essay that was due tomorrow four times already.

Peter gives up and turns back just in time for Sirius to raise his gaze and make eye contact with him.

“Pay them no mind,” Sirius’ body leans into James’, breath fluttering the curls at their bespectacled friends’ nape.

“It’s probably because we always sit together during class.” He takes another grape into his mouth from James’ fingers, and Peter can see Sirius’ tongue slide against the digits.

You’ve got to be fucking joking.

James lets out a pondering little ‘hmm,’ and Sirius' stare continues to bore into Peter’s soul.

Remus sneezes, and with the sound Peter is finally able to lower his head, and break whatever the fuck that was.

He stares down at his page, but all the words he had been able to pick out before are gone. All that’s left in their place is a jumble of letters.

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Announcing Prongsfoot Week 2024

Hey All!  

I’m still into Prongsfoot and at the Prongsfoot Discord (https://discord.gg/vAFd8fVv), we decided to have another one with the same questions for Newcomers and different questions for people who participated last year:

August 25th through 31st, 2024

Per the Poll completed in the last day - Prongsfoot Week 2024 is moving to October!

October 20th, 2024 to October 26th, 2024

DAY 1 - 

New to Prongsfoot Week: When and Why did you begin to Ship Prongsfoot?  What makes you Ship it?  Basically, just gush on this ship.

Last Year Participant: What are the first 5 things that pop to mind when you think about Prongsfoot?

DAY 2 - 

New to Prongsfoot Week: What Headcanons do you have for this ship?  IE, things like, James made the first move or Sirius got James into crosswords.  Anything really.

Last Year Participant: 

What’s your favorite type of Prongsfoot Story?  And if you’ve written it - link it?

DAY 3 - 

New to Prongsfoot Week: Favorite Canon/Potentially Canon moment - IE, something like Sirius comforting James after the DADA OWL and Lily’s reaction or (even though it’s platonic) the moment James asked Sirius to be Harry’s godfather.  

Last Year Participant: 

Other Fandom’s ships that make you think of Prongsfoot?

DAY 4 - 

New to Prongsfoot Week:  What type of story that you like to Read and/or Write for this ship?

Last Year Participant: 

Music that Makes you think of Prongsfoot (and Why)?

DAY 5 - 

New to Prongsfoot Week:  Favorite Tropes for this Ship?

Last Year Participant: 

 Rate your Top 5 Tropes for Prongsfoot using this Trope rater:

  DAY 6 - 

New to Prongsfoot Week:  Thoughts for this Ship? (Link), but if anyone wants to contribute other questions - feel free to do so before the week starts!)

Last Year Participant: 

Random Ship questions - 

DAY 7 - 

BOTH: Write/Draw/anything for this ship.

LASTLY, If you've done both and / or Prefer Prompts, here's a list of Prompts:

Day 1 - Getting Together

Day 2 - Someone's Birthday

Day 3 - First Kiss

Day 4 - Enemies to Lovers

Day 5 - Friends with Benefits

Day 6 - Everyone Assumes (that they're together)

Day 7 - Trapped Together

Anyone can participate just tag ProngsfootWeek2024

Thanks!

[groundzero-v]

*Prongsfoot week 2024*

DAY 1 - Last Year Participant: What are the first 5 things that pop to mind when you think about Prongsfoot?

One - telepathy - they can have whole conversations just with their eyes. They understand each other so well, that it might seem like they're using some spell to outsiders. Sometimes, they don't even finish their sentence but the other just instantly gets it, and a single, meaningful lift of a brow can send them both wheezing over a shared joke with no need for explanation. (Peter and Remus just watch in confusion)

Two - best friends - This might seem obvious, but I love that even when they get together, they are also still best friends at the same time. They still make the same terrible jokes, and they endlessly banter and make bets and continue to be absolute menaces together. They are not 'more' than friends now, they're both (I have strong feelings about this)

Three - equals - they have so much respect for each other and their respective abilities that it always makes me feel emotional. And that brings me to:

Four - power couple - listen, they are a power couple even before they are a couple, I don't make the rules. They are both an unstoppable force and unmovable object and the sheer power they bring into any duel or fight is just insane. But couple that with the way they fight together, weaving around each other to protect the other's black spot? The way they both seem to glow with the danger? (Also, ehm, competency kink, ehm)

Five - brilliant - they are both so equally matched in their brilliance and I always love to see that in prongsfoot stories. The way that they can keep up with each other is unmatched

[jmagnabo92]

PW2024 - Day 1 - Getting Together - The Casanova of James' Heart

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James has been pining for his best friend, would a stranger's comments help him realize that Sirius has been pining for him, too?

AO3

***

It’s hard some days to be pining after his best friend.  To watch him getting hit on by every man and woman that sees him because he’s the most gorgeous man James (and everyone else has ever seen). 

It’s not like he can blame these men and women.  Sirius has the looks, the charm, and basically the whole package.  Who wouldn’t want to date him?

Still, it doesn’t make the terrible pining he’s been doing since they finished Hogwarts, started their own shop and moved in together any better.  Initially, he hadn’t even realized that what he felt for Sirius was an attraction.  He thought it was completely normal that he would check out Sirius’ fine arse or chest when he’s shirtless.  He didn’t think it meant anything.

As it turned out… it did mean something.

It meant that he’s bisexual and… into his best mate.

He just … doesn’t think it’s reciprocated.  Sirius has always been supportive of James’ dates and has never shown any interest in James. 

So, James pines. 

And he pines even more when he’s watching Sirius getting chatted up by yet, another gorgeous bloke that he won’t even bother to entertain for more than thirty minutes. 

… and that’s what James just doesn’t understand.

Why is that Sirius the most gorgeous man ever, the Gryffindor Casanova (if he actually dated) does not date?

James has literally never seen him go on a single date, he’s never taken anyone home to shag – and James would know since they live together – and he’s never had a long-term relationship. 

James doesn’t get it. 

He’d snap him up in a heartbeat.

“You’re staring,” a voice to his left says.  “It’s not worth it, he’s not into anyone other than some secret fancy.”

James turns and looks at the man speaking.  He’s fairly attractive, but nothing like Sirius and he doesn’t recall seeing him in the last few times they’ve been out, but James doesn’t always go out with Sirius because he usually ends up jealous and wishing he’d be able to get up the nerve to finally admit to Sirius that he fancies him.

“Erm, you know him?  Is he… a friend?”

“Nah.  Not really.  He comes here every week to flirt and feel good that someone wants him, but then, before anything can actually happen, he always melts down that he ‘can’t do this’ because his heart belongs some bloke that apparently isn’t into him and he refuses to try and move on.  No matter how many of my moves I make on him.”

“That’s because your moves are terrible, Charles,” Sirius says, interrupting.  “And why are giving away my secrets to just anyone?”

James laughs.  “I’m just anyone, now, Si?  As if I haven’t known you for the better part of our lives at this point.”

“Well, to him you are,” Sirius offers.  “He’s never met you before and yet, he’s blabbing about me as if he knows everything.”

“I do know everything,” Charles states.  “I certainly know you.”

“Clearly not as well as you’d like,” James responds sarcastically.  Not as well as James would like either, but…

“Right, like you weren’t just drooling over him.”

“I was not drooling, but Sirius knows he’s gorgeous and he knows I appreciate that he’s like the hottest bloke to walk the earth, so it’s no surprise to him that I would be staring at him.”

James misses the slight surprise on Sirius’ face before he recovers and nods.  “Yeah, James, here, knows me quite well and I know him.”

Before Charles could respond, Sirius says, “Speaking of, I think we’re both ready to head home, don’t you?”

James nods.  Anything to get away from people putting the moves on Sirius and having to watch jealousy.  “Yes.  Let’s go.”

***

It doesn’t take long for them to go home.  Normally, it’d only take a minute, but Sirius loves to use his motorbike and frankly, James loves the excuse to get his hands on him.  Luckily, it’s still a short trip and getting home is always a relief when he knows that he no longer has to share Sirius. 

“Wanna put on the telly and have some popcorn?” James offers the second they enter their flat.  Sirius’ motorbike opened up a world of muggle things that Sirius wanted to experiment with and use regularly once he made them work with magic. 

“Actually, erm, could we have some tea and talk?”

“Something wrong?” James asks, wide-eyed.

Sirius shrugs as he focuses making the tea.  “Not exactly…”

“You’re worrying me.”

Sirius takes a second before he looks at James.  “Did you mean it when you said you found me attractive?”

James, expecting the worst, is taken aback.  “Er, yeah, ‘course.  Why wouldn’t I mean it?”

“Well, it’s just – you’ve never been interested in blokes before?”

“Si, you’re not just any bloke.  You’re pretty damn amazing, so, naturally I notice everything about you, including the fact that you’re basically an Adonis.”

Sirius licks his lips.  “When exactly did you realize that you were into men, too?”

James shrugs.  “I wouldn’t say I’m into men, too, more like I’m just into you.”

He stops.  He hadn’t meant to confess like that, but… he looks up at Sirius, who is looking at him like he’s really hopeful about something – maybe what James just said.

He thinks back to the conversation with Charles at the bar: He comes here every week to flirt and feel good that someone wants him, but then, before anything can actually happen, he always melts down that he ‘can’t do this’ because his heart belongs some bloke that apparently isn’t into him and he refuses to try and move on.

“… wait, would you be… is it me, Si?  Am I the one that your heart belongs to?”

The tea pot whistles before Sirius can respond and he focuses on that for a moment as he pours them both tea. 

“... would that be a bad thing?  If it was you?” Sirius questions. 

“Of course not,” James says, softly.  “Although I would wonder how long you’ve been pining for me when you could’ve…”

“I thought you were straight, James.”

“I did, too, admittedly,” James answers, quietly, before taking a sip of his tea.  He’s trying to quell the excitement, hoping that this is going where he wants it to go.  “Except you – you’re just too amazing.  It’s not just that you’re attractive, which you are… it’s that you’re the one person in the world that gets me and makes me so happy and I like working with you and coming home with you and I get incredibly jealous of all the men and women that hit on you and I just – I realized that wasn’t a normal way to feel about your best friend.”

Sirius gives a soft chuckle, “Unless you’re pining for them.”

“Yeah, unless I’m pining for them…” James says, abandoning his tea and moving closer to Sirius.  “So… you know, in case it wasn’t clear… I’ve been pining for you for so long… and I just … will you go out with me?”

Sirius grins.  “Yes, yes.  Absolutely.”

James leans forward and gives him a kiss.  “Good, then, I’m going to plan us the best first date ever, and you’re going to love it and it’s going to be perfect.”

Sirius laughs.  “You could plan a date entirely starkers in bed and I’d think it’s perfect, but I look forward to whatever you come up with.”

“Good.”

[siriuslyasorceress]

Prongsfoot Week 2024 - Day 2

What’s your favourite type of Prongsfoot Story? And if you’ve written it - link it?

While I adore the friends to lovers trope for them, I usually gravitate more towards a kind of rivalry to lovers thing… So that’s why the fics I wrote always have them more at odds with each other at first, through different circumstances. I just loooove a good bit of teeth grinding tension. Just to then become absolutely ride or die Prongsfoot.

My favourite trope is probably still Slytherin!Sirius because it fits so well with those tropes. Bonus points for quidditch captain rivalry. So.. yeah, I wrote that: Welcome to the Black Charade

Writing estranged Prongsfoot finding their way back to each other after years apart and still being unhinged and obsessed with each other has altered by brain chemistry though, so I love every variation of that too.

Here is the link to that story: Supernova

On that note, @arliedraws also has an amazing SlytherinSirius story with great art,

and for estranged Prongsfoot Sorry I'm late by @lovelymasks is *chefs kiss*

Join the fun at @prongsfootweekarchive

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Prongsfoot week 2024. Day 3 - First Kiss

Snippet from my WIP. After the Prank. + An illustration

“You think I’m a bad person, James, don’t you?” says Sirius when he hears the creak of the door and the floor. He knows it’s James. By the steps, by the way he walks. Sirius always recognises James.

“What?” James asks, confused.

“I’m a bad person,” Sirius takes another swig from the whiskey bottle they keep for special occasions. He’s sitting on the old bed in the Shrieking Shack, staring blankly ahead, rolling the bottle between his fingers. “That’s just who I am. You get it?”

James sits across from him, pulling his legs underneath, and gently takes the bottle from Sirius’s hands. Sirius doesn’t resist. The clink of glass hitting the floor breaks the silence, and Sirius looks down at it instinctively, avoiding James’s gaze.

“Look at me, Sirius.”

Sirius lifts his head. They haven’t exchanged a word since Dumbledore’s dressing-down, because Sirius had left straight after. The last place he wanted to be was their dorm.

“I don’t think that at all, you hear? To me, you’re not a bad person.”

“You’re not mad at me?” Sirius asks, surprised.

James frowns for just a second but then continues, “No. Never.”

Sirius lets out a sad laugh.

“Then you’re the only idiot in the world. Because everyone else says the opposite.”

"Who?"

"My family. The way Dumbledore looked at me when he scolded me today. The way you looked at me when you ran off to save Snivellus,” Sirius raises his brow pointedly. “But you know what the worst part is?” He pauses, pretending to wait for an answer. “It’s that I don’t feel guilty.”

James shakes his head, looking at Sirius with his deer-like expression.

“Listen, mate. Don’t talk rubbish. You're not a bad person. You're a very good person, who bad things have happened to.”

Sirius lets out a quiet, bitter laugh but stops abruptly, looking at James like he’s seeing him for the first time. It’s hard to believe James actually thinks that. It’s hard to believe anyone does.

James sighs heavily, and still gazing at Sirius with that unbearably sympathetic look, he reaches out, resting his right hand on the back of Sirius’s head. Then, with a gentle tug, he pulls Sirius towards him, resting their foreheads together, closing his eyes as he whispers:

“I love you, you idiot. Just the way you are, you hear me? I love you. No matter what. I know who you are. And even if everyone turns their back on you, I’ll always be here with you.”

“You don’t understand what you’re saying,” Sirius replies quietly.

“I do. Trust me. Just trust me. I’ll never leave you. No matter what.”

Sirius’s heart races. Whether from the alcohol or James’s painful closeness, he can’t tell. James’s hand rests on the back of his head, his glasses almost poking Sirius’s nose, his breath heavy on Sirius’s face, and those fingers dig slightly deeper into his hair as their noses touch. And it’s that accidental, fleeting movement that pulls Sirius forward. He gives in to the burning feeling inside, no longer able to deny the obvious, unable and unwilling to resist. His lips brush against James’s, and his hand wraps around his messy hair in response. James pulls back sharply, eyes wide in shock.

Ruined it.

He’s ruined everything.

Ruined the last good thing he had.

But… it’s Sirius. That’s just what he’s doing today — ruining things.

“I’m sorry,” Sirius blurts out, closing his eyes, shaking his head in disappointment. “I… I’m sorry. Forget it, if you can.”

“Sirius,” James brushes the loose strands of hair from Sirius’s face, and Sirius opens his eyes to see the still-stunned expression of his friend.

James doesn’t look disgusted; he looks surprised. That’s strange. It shouldn’t be like this. He should’ve been angry, should’ve hated him, should’ve hit him. Sirius crossed a line, betrayed James, their friendship, with his messed-up behaviour.

Crossed a boundary.

“Hit me. I deserve it,” Sirius says, staring directly at James.

James blinks a few times.

“How drunk are you?”

Sirius sighs heavily. He could easily blame the alcohol right now. But he won’t. Yeah, he’s a bit drunk, and his feelings are heightened, and his inhibitions lowered, but alcohol has never made Sirius do something he didn’t want to do. He always does what he wants.

“It’s not the booze. I’m just a natural fuck-up, that’s all,” Sirius jokes sadly, trying to lean back onto the pillow, but James grabs his shirt and pulls him into a kiss.

It’s fast, strange, messy. James can’t kiss. He didn’t even seem to fully open his mouth, and Sirius feels like laughing — either from the fact that James didn’t reject him — once again — or from how much of a virgin James is.

Sirius doesn’t have time to process anything, he just grabs James’s head, yanking his glasses off, and forces James to open his lips and teeth so he can kiss him properly. Sirius can’t hold back, and James isn’t resisting, and it all feels so right, like Sirius has finally come home after a long journey, like he’s reunited with his missing piece, the one without which he felt incomplete.

In this kiss, which James clumsily but willingly returns, unsure of where to put his hands, Sirius feels the whole universe shrinking in around them, the answers to all the questions about life and why they’re here. This kiss, for a fleeting moment, takes away all the pain and sense of not being enough that Sirius feels, declaring with its very existence that stars and suns can be together, even if it’s only for a brief, pre-dawn moment.

…

:3

[cassiaratheslytherpuff]

Prongsfoot Week - Day 4

What type of story that you like to Read and/or Write for this ship?

This is a tricky one, because so much of it is good. I love canon compliant Prongsfoot and the horrific and heartbreaking potential of that. I haven't written it yet though, because ouch. I love stories where they start out best friends and it matters so much to them that they're terrified of pursuing anything sexual or romantic because what if it ruins the friendship? I love stories where they realise they're in love and they're so attuned to each other that's that - they get together. Then I love making it hard, making them question everything they know about themselves and the other now that this one thing has changed. I love pining, love when one of them falls before the other and hurts because of it.

Really though, I just love Prongsfoot and will read them in pretty much any story.

[goldenlionprince]

Prongsfoot Week 2024 - Day 1

Getting Together

“So,” James says a little breathless, coming up for air from the snog of a lifetime. “Boyfriends?”

Sirius laughs and pulls James back into the next kiss, his hand buried deep in James' curls that look even more of a mess than usual. “Definitely.”

[darling-deerest-dead]

Day 6

New to Prongsfoot Week:  Thoughts for this Ship? (Link)

Is someone multilingual? Do they try to teach another language to the other? How does it go?

I think they both were taught Latin, ancient Greek, and French, but the effectiveness of those lessons vary between "can read old magic texts" to "sounds laughable".

When I write AUs with half desi James, I tend to think of him as someone who is conversational in his mother's language, but who has problems with vocabulary in settings outside the home. He does teach Sirius some words here or there, and he definitely does that thing where you teach someone a swear word and tell them it has a good meaning. How often do they have sex, if at all?

They're horny for each other all the time. It only takes a glance and they're on each other on every surface.

Who brings ideas? Who initiates?

50/50. One of them gets an idea and the other is going I know how we can make it better. They're adventurous and experiment a lot.

Favourite positions?

Facing each other so they can look into each other's eyes. It doesn't matter that all James can see are blurry outlines, he just wants to look.

Dom/top? Sub/bottom? Any switches?

I think James would bottom more often because he's a bratty sub, but they aren't strict about such things and are fine with either position.

How are their afterglows?

Cuddly. James falls asleep the minute Sirius has his arms around him.

[sc0rpiflow3r]

✨ Prongsfoot Week 2024 - Day 2 ✨

New to Prongsfoot Week: What Headcanons do you have for this ship?

Loved this one!

The mirrors were James’s idea for Sirius’s fourteenth birthday, which started a competition to outdo each other’s birthday gifts.

On one of James’s birthdays, Sirius gave him a golden chain with the Potter's crest on it, and James never stopped wearing it after that.

James gifted Sirius his favorite leather jacket, as well as his precious bike (poor Euphemia had a meltdown seeing how crazy the two of them were on that bike).

Sirius liked Quidditch, but he only tried out for the team because of James (how could he stay away from his Jamie? Unthinkable).

James always knew Sirius was absolutely gorgeous, but he only realized his feelings were more than friendship after a very dirty dream. 😏

They don’t like studying in the library; they prefer studying in each other’s beds, cuddling, of course.

James kissed Sirius first, in a very impulsive way of his, and after that, they simply couldn’t stop kissing.

Sirius cleans James’s glasses.

James doesn’t like smoking cigarettes much, just joints, but sometimes he smokes just to stay in Sirius’s company.

Sirius gets jealous in a silent way (he gets all broody and quiet, with Walburga’s famous sneer), while James, when jealous, is much more visible — everyone can feel the daggers he throws at anyone looking at his precious Paddy.

James hates coffee, but he always serves a cup of black coffee with lots of sugar for Sirius.

Sirius loves drawing everything, but what he loves most is drawing James, in every possible way.

Sirius’s first tattoo was… Prongs’s antlers on his V line.

+18 — They are very intense during sex. James loves it when Sirius talks dirty in his ear, and they love marking each other’s bodies because they enjoy knowing they belong to each other.

I could go on forever — I love these two so much!

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