#yeah i think this is prongsfoot

[theresthesnitch]

okay but no, hear me out:

Sirius leaving home for the Potters house, but make it Romeo and Juliet with Monty making the poision to get him out of it (and obviously it goes better because Monty is the shit)

[galaxostars]

trick or treat? 🌺❤️

hi zar 🐍💚

don’t have much up my sleeve rn but since you asked, here’s some prongsfoot that I never posted bc …the layout is a bit messy and…makes my eye twitch, but well. it’s still prongsfoot so u might like it !!

[padfootastic]

hey hey hey since we’re popping in just for hot takes, here’s another one:

platonic. prongsfoot. isn’t. a. thing.

how many fucking times does this have to be said.

should i start tagging every remus and sirius interaction as platonic wolfstar??? clog up the whole goddamned tag for u????

honestly what is so hard to understand that a ship name denotes…A FUCKING SHIP

and in case it bears repeating: a ship is inherently non-platonic thank u very much. a ‘platonic ship’ is…wait for it…a friendship. there u have it. shocker i know.

[quillkiller]

you know, sometimes i feel like prongsfoot just works better than jegulus, like hold on i’m thinking about it

well. yeah

[whisperingn1ghts]

Partners in crime?

[fishisvibing]

Everyday I think about sirius is such james' boytoy, then at night I clutch my sheet tightly because I can visualize their hot messy seggs in my head

[my-castles-crumbling]

Dorm room - Jegulus, Black brothers, wolfstar, platonic prongsfoot - TTPD Server Micropromt Challenge - word count: 497

“Reg, I need to talk to you,” Sirius said, sitting on a bench next to his brother and frowning. “I don’t know what to do.

Instantly worried by Sirius’s sincere demeanor, Regulus placed his homework to the side and turned. “What is it?”

“I think James is gay. Or not straight, anyway.”

Regulus could have listed ten things, a hundred things, a million things that he thought Sirius was worried about, and he still wouldn’t have come up with this. It took all of his self-control not to gasp or choke or laugh. “Why d-do you think that?” he asked, stifling all of his emotions.

Clearly not picking up on Regulus’s struggle, Sirius shrugged, staring into the distance. “Well, he’s definitely meeting up with someone. He comes back to the dorm room late and he’s been happy lately. Even happier than usual. He’s fucking floating on air most of the time, if I’m honest.”

Trying not to flush with pride at the fact that he was the one making James so happy, Regulus gave a noncommittal grunt, his own fear of being outed outweighing his happiness. “Why would that mean he’s meeting a boy, though?”

“Why would he hide a girl?” Sirius questioned softly, frowning. “Plus, he’s been asking me questions. First he kept asking about how I knew I was queer. How did I figure out I liked blokes, what it was like to be with a bloke, things like that. But now it’s about how I knew I loved Moony, how I knew he was the one for me…seems like whoever it is, it’s serious, you know?”

Hardly daring to breathe, Regulus nodded. His emotions were a swirling storm. Panic at someone finding out. Fear at his parents’ reaction. Overwhelming joy at what Sirius had said. He and James hadn’t said those words yet, but he’d been feeling them for a while. It was mind-blowing to hear that James might feel the same.

“Hey Reg?”

Still distracted by this revelation, he hummed, brain half half paying attention while he pictured James’s smile in his mind’s eye.

“Can you…can you tell James…whenever he’s ready to tell me about…whoever it is. Can you tell him I’m just happy that he’s so happy?” Sirius asked, eyes wide and mouth in a worried frown. 

He froze, stomach sinking to his toes. “Wh-why would I-?” he began, trying and failing to sound casual. Fuck. Fuck, did Sirius know? How did anyone find out? Oh Gods, what would happen now? What–?

��Just…” Sirius said thoughtfully, a small smile on his face, “I get that it can be scary. To be open about stuff like that. So…if you see him around or whatever, and he’s with whoever he’s seeing. Tell them both I’m happy for them, and I’m there for them. Whatever they need. Alright?”

Desperately biting his lip to hold back tears, Regulus nodded. “Yeah,” he said gruffly, avoiding Sirius’s gaze. “I will. If I see them, that is.”

“Thanks, Reg.”

[siriuslystarbucks]

Longing

Written for @prongsfoot-microfic prompt January 27, 2024: Longing

James has known Sirius for years now, and it doesn't really feel like any part of him has changed how he thinks about him... but he used to not think about kissing Sirius and now he does. So technically that means James is thinking of Sirius differently. It just doesn't feel like it. 

He looks at Sirius and he wants more of him. His full attention, all of his time, to be in more of his thoughts than he already is. He tries to explain it to Sirius, but something gets lost between his thoughts and his words. Sirius usually ends up looking at him with this bemused expression and saying, "Yeah, Prongs, I love you too."

James will figure out some way to tell him.

Or maybe he'll just grab him and kiss him one day. That would be difficult to misinterpret, right?

But in the meantime, he looks at Sirius and wants.

[silent-storms-posts]

I don’t understand why Wolfstar is the bigger ship than Prongsfoot.

There are three reasons I feel like Prongsfoot have a way stronger codependent relationship that could be romantic than Wolfstar.

‘Not a day goes by where I don’t miss your father’. Sirius after spending 12 years in Azkaban where dementors were feasting on happy memories still fondly and constantly remembers (pines for?) James. We see him as the parent figure for Harry but in almost every interaction he seeks James in Harry, and almost feel irritated when Harry doesn’t respond like James.

And it’s not just Sirius. In SWM the whole incidence starts because Sirius is bored. Yeah we can assume that James might still be a dick even if Sirius wasn’t bored but in this context Sirius says that he was bored, and James goes ‘oh I think I see something wrong hat can make you feel not bored’. James basically humiliated a guy for Sirius and this isn’t the first time because we see a tamer rendition of this in Snape’s memories when they meet each other in the train for first year.

Thirdly everything that we see and read about Sirius and Remus seems like they tolerated each other for James. Sirius does not take Remus lycanthropy (which is a very critical aspect of him) seriously. He is willing to use it as a form of entertainment or as a weapon. When they see each other in the shack Sirius is single-minded focused on avenging James.

Don’t get me wrong Wolfstar is cool (I’m not the biggest fan) but I’m just confused as to how they became the more popular ship and not prongsfoot. Was it because James and Sirius don’t have any alive interactions for us to see? Is it because their codependency would be kinda toxic if it was romantic but tragic is platonic?

But yeah like always pls leave your thought in a respectful manner :) always open to differing opinions.

[lqtraintracks]

Writing Interview

Thanks so much for the tag @starquestingfordrarry! <333

how many works do you have on ao3? 337

what's your total ao3 word count? 1,454,047

your top 5 stories by kudos

Right Hand Red (with freakin’ 40,662; sorry, I just noticed that it had ticked over the 40k mark and I’m flabbergasted and so grateful as well <3 )

Hung Like a Horntail

Slip Into My Lover’s Hands

Weeds or Wildflowers written with sdk / @unmistakablyoatmeal

check this hand ‘cause I’m marvelous

do you respond to comments? Er… yes?? Like, very. verrrrry. slowly. But I’ll admit that some will never get answered because I lose steam and then when I start trying again, I start with the newest ones. This might sound horn-tooty, which is not how I intend it, but with the number of stories I’ve written, I get a lot of comments. I’ve found it impossible to keep up, but I do my best, even if my best is sometimes a bit crappy. I do read and appreciate every comment I get though!

what's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? I don’t really do angsty endings often. When I do, it’s usually a Prongsfoot or something. Of the Drarry fics I’ve written, I have one open ending but it’s still pretty hopeful, and that’s Burning the Ground. 

what's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? All of them. :D My goal in life is to get readers (and myself) to cry with joy at the end of my stories. Some standouts just from memory are Heart Like Neon, Bolts, Take You Home, Jasmine in Bloom, Right Hand Red, Blood and Fire, and The Most Splendid Thing. 

do you write crossovers? Maybe one or two over the last 25 years. So, statistically, not so much. 

have you ever received hate on a fic? LOL of course. :D But I don’t linger on those comments. They’re quite few honestly. 

do you write smut? No, never. 

have you ever had a fic stolen? Yes. 

have you ever had a fic translated? Yes. Quite a few have been. Not even sure how many languages, but I know there are several in Russian, Chinese, and I think both Spanish and Portuguese. 

have you ever co-written a fic? Yes! With the incredibly talented sdk, @the-starryknight, and @nv-md! (And one round robin with like 552 people lol.)

what's your all-time favorite ship? Drarry, my beloved. <3

what's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? I don’t really have wips. I’m a chronic finisher. I did start something last year for a friend’s birthday and then pooped out. I ended up writing her a completely different pairing months later. And then I took some of the vibes and ideas from that unfinished fic and wrote them into other fics that I *did* finish, so… Cannibalism. Yeah. 

what are your writing strengths? LOL finishing things! :D Also: smut, for sure. Humor. Sort of achy, hot romances? My trademark is writing tenderness and filth simultaneously. I’ve gotten good at pacing things well, so that beats and arcs feel well-rounded and satisfying, I think. 

what are your writing weaknesses? Ugh, plot!!! Specifically non-romance-or-pairing-based plotlines are difficult for me. Heavy angst. Also stakes. I struggle to up the stakes for my characters enough to give a big payoff. I struggle to make my characters change enough or to effectively write that change in a satisfying way. (This applies more to my original writing than to fic, I think.)

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I’m not sure what the hot take here is and if there is one I’m missing it. My original novel has a Spanish speaker and he will sometimes slip into Spanish during conversation. I wanted to get that right, so I had a native Spanish speaker (hi @capipuff!) read it to correct my bad Google-translated Spanish. So I guess my thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fic is, do your best to get it right?

what's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?  If I want to write something, I write it. :D 

what's your favorite thing you've ever written? Oof. Wow. I want to say my original novel, even though it’s also more flawed than my fic tends to be. It’s certainly one of the things I’m most proud to have written. <3 Usually my favorite fic is the last thing I’ve written and that’s true right now as well. I love The Most Splendid Thing. But before that, my favorite was probably Jasmine in Bloom, and before that it was Take You Home. Bolts is for sure in the running. Heart Like Neon is way up there as well. As is My Name in Your Mouth, because I love that Teddy Lupin with all my horny heart. 

Okay I'm going to tag some of you fine folks now: Ali, you're it! Also, @writcraft @shiftylinguini @phoebe-delia @wholahoop @saintgarbanzo @academicdisasterfic @citrusses @corvuscrowned @lettersbyelise and @magpiefngrl

[nightsmarish]

Hello luv <3 could you possibly write a prongsfoot or wolfstar x reader and they take her to get a new piercing?? maybe they accidentally keep hitting or helping her clean it and stuff :)))

Poly!prongsfoot x fem!reader (James Potter x fem!reader x Sirius black) | 900+ words

A/n: first of all: omg, my first rq, very very happy, thank you so much babes <3. Second: I am on a piercing ban rn and I am dying for the ban to break so this made me sooooo jealous

T/w: reader is suggested to have multiple ear peircings, needles, still learning to write James, Sirius works in a bar

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"What if this is a bad idea?" You haven't even gotten out of the car and into the building when you start second guessing yourself.

"Love, you've wanted this for a while, I thought?" James is getting out of the backseat and opening your door on the passenger side.

"I do, but it's my first face peircing, what if it looks bad?" James kneels next to your seat in the car while you fiddle with your hands, eyes focused on them, rather than the worry on James' face that will undoubtedly make you melt.

"Doll, you're gonna look hot as fuck, I promise you that much." Sirius turns in the driver's seat to face you, left hand moving to the back of your head, stroking the nape of your neck. "And either way, if you get it and, after a few months, hate it, you can take it out."

You all sit there for a moment before you stop fidgeting and look between the two boys. "Sorry, I don't know why I'm freaking out now, ive been planning this for weeks now." You laugh, trying to ease the tension that's accidently set.

"It's okay, love." James gently grabs your face, turning you to face him and kissing you softly. "You still wanna get it?"

"Yeah, I do."

ᯓ★

You all manage to get through the door of the peircing shop.

You sit in the chair, Sirius holding your hand and James looking away because needles freak him out, but he was adamant he would be a form of moral support.

The piercer uses the forcep clamp and you're pretty sure the needle is in their other hand, but you've had your eyes closed for a while now. And honestly, based off the videos you watched, it's probably for the best you don't see the needle.

"Okay, breath in through your mouth." Their voice is soothing as you take in a breath, albeit a little shaky.

"And a deep breath out..." your hand forms a death grip on Sirius' hand as the needle punctures your nose.

"Good job. I'm going to put the jewelry in now; one more deep breath in." Your hand keeps its hold on Sirius, "and out." The jewelry swiftly replaces the needle. "Okay, and you're done."

While paying and leaving, your hand never leaves the boy until you reach the car.

"Let me see." James once again gently grabs your face once the three of you are near the car. "Dear Merlin, that looks amazing."

"Yes it does, and you took it like a bloody champ, doll." The other boy adds.

"Yeah? It looks good?"

"Obviously." He overlaps one of James hand and leans in to kiss you.

"Wait- no- no kisses right now." Both boys drop their hands from your face.

"Are you okay?" James brows are furrowed in concern.

"I'm- I'm just scared you'll hit it and it will hurt."

The paler of the two laughs a bit but looks at you so fondly you could melt into a puddle like the wicked witch of the west. "Fine- fine then. No kisses. For now."

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You're sitting on the couch when James gets home a few days later, book open as you read.

James toes off his shoes and walks behind the couch, tilting your chin to lean down and kiss you.

You instinctively let him, used to the little routine the three of you have. But dear fuck, you didn't consider how much it would hurt for his nose to hit your very sore one during a kiss.

"Fucking-" You pull back, hand going to your nose to shield it as if some invisible source is gonna sucker punch you.

"Shit- sorry, love, I didn't even think about your new piercing." James rounds the couch to sit next to you, putting your book face down on the coffee table to keep your place.

"It's okay, Jamie, really." You move your hand away and rake your nails through his hair.

"'M sorry anyway." He leans in again, this time kissing your hairline instead of your cheek.

Sirius had been up in the bedroom, having a night shift at the bar he worked at, so he was sleeping most of the day. But his shift starts in an hour, and he wants to at least see you two before he has to see drunk people for 8 hours.

Padding down the staircase in your townhouse, Sirius sees you and James on the couch, you with tears lining your eyes.

"Bloody Merlin, baby, don't try and kill the girl, prongs." Sirius jokes as he makes his way to the couch as well.

"I didn't do anything!" James whips his head around to Sirius, who cuts him off with a kiss before he can continue to defend himself any further.

"He kissed me and it hurt like a bitch." Your voice is slightly whinny, desperately wanting your shorter boyfriends attention.

"Oh, my poor girl, James is hurting you with his love again?" Sirius coos as he sits between you two, but it's more like on both your laps, grabbing the sides of your face to place a soft kiss on your forehead.

"I said sorry!" He attempts to defend himself again, "I didn't mean to."

"Sounds like it was an accident, huh, doll?" Sirius speaks in-between kisses on your face.

"Seems so." You murmur.

"Either way, seems only James can properly kiss me now." He grins at you before grabbing James' face, more aggressively than needed, and smashing their lips together.

[eastwindmlk]

"I think I have always loved you." & Prongsfoot

Thank you! This one got a little wild, a little action-y! I did not expect that! There are 310 words! So, I kept it short (yeah for keeping New Year's resolutions!) My inbox is still open! These were prompts but, don't let that limit you!

“Now? Really? You have to bring that up now?” Sirius shouted over the roar of spells being slung left and right. Bolts of white and green and blue arched all around them and Sirius could barely focus enough to deflect a nasty curse from one of the masked ones. 

They knew there was potential for enemies on this particular mission—they were freeing a prisoner from the LeStrange estate, after all. Sirius would not have expected anything less. What he did not expect, what no one expected, was for Voldemort himself to be present. 

James casually pulled up a shoulder and turned away from the fight to look at him, making Sirius’ heart drop. “James, focus!” he yelled. Just then, a spell whizzed by his ear, and the scent of burnt hair filled his nostrils. 

A powerful stunning spell flew from James’ lips. “That’s why I had to say it! It was distracting,” he complained and closed the distance between them until they were standing shoulder to shoulder. 

Sirius hated to admit it, but he understood, in a way, that words like that could cloud one's judgement if kept in too long. The problem was, now he had words of his own lingering on the back of his tongue. 

“Bella is going to hate me,” Sirius announced, one arm wrapping around James’ side as he pointed his wand upward. With a well-placed Bombarda the ceiling around them came crashing down in a could of dust and the almost musical shattering of the gaudy obsidian chandelier his cousin loved so much. 

He allowed himself a brief moment, a handful of heartbeats to bruise his lips against James’ in a breathless, hasty, long overdue kiss. "I think I have always loved you, too.” A warm smile flashed across his stoic features, lasting only long enough to press their bodies together fleetingly. “Now, run!”  

[arliedraws]

hey! what about university au prongsfoot? like what do they study? do they participate in any social activities? i love your characterization of them 💖

Okay, for an AU queen, I don’t usually do much with “What if they were Muggles” AUs. But! I’ll see what I can do.

Because both James and Sirius excel in many areas, it’s difficult for me to pin down.

I see James as either really traditional or really romantic in his professional aspirations. I could see James either as a finance bro orrrrrrrrr pursuing an English degree. If he went to university and had a girlfriend, I would say he’d probably go the traditional route of, “Yeah, I’ll get a degree in business so I can provide for my family in the future.” BUT, I’d like to think a devastating breakup might have pushed him into a liberal arts degree, specifically a literature degree, (particularly if he had wealthy parents) because no one understands his pain like poets do, of course.

Sirius, on the other hand, strikes me as a mechanical engineer type. I’m thinking aerospace, biotech, automotive, etc. I really see him combining fierce intelligence and creativity with a need to build something with his hands. Outside of class, however, he doesn’t really have time for extracurriculars—he’s too busy building stuff and being clever for that sort of thing.

For the Prongsfoot focus, I reeeeeally like the idea that Sirius is a T.A. for a mathematics course that James takes. While James isn’t struggling at all in the class, he can’t help feeling distracted by Sirius, the extremely fit T.A, and he keeps missing key parts of the professor’s lessons because…did the T.A. just catch his eye and wink at him? And James realizes he’s missed entire lessons because he’s not paying attention, and he does so poorly on an assignment that the T.A.’s written on his paper, “See me during my office hours on Tuesday - S.B.”

[forestdeath1]

Poet

@prongsfoot-microfic

January 23, 1977

James lies with his eyes closed on the dusty bed in the Shrieking Shack, his nose buried in Sirius's waist. His left hand casually rests on his friend's thigh. Sirius, leaning against the headboard, is flipping through the pages of some yellowed book, faintly illuminated by the dying light of sunset seeping through the cracks of the old windows.

"What's that you're reading?" James mumbles sleepily into his friend's shirt.

"Some muggle poetry. Lily gave it to me," Sirius responds.

"Why does Lily give you books?" James lifts his head slightly.

"Because, unlike you, I'm not a toerag. I can actually talk to her without making a fool of myself, you know?"

"Oh, shut it," James exhales, lightly hitting Sirius's book with his hand before rolling onto his back. "She likes me."

"Of course, she does," Sirius agrees, without looking up from his book. "Everyone does."

"Right," James pretends not to hear the irony in Sirius's voice. Or maybe he genuinely doesn't.

"Muggles can write beautifully, did you know?" Sirius asks a few minutes later.

"Nah," James answers lazily, yawning and stretching. Today he had to get up even earlier than usual – Stone had set a penalty training for their team for "improper conduct on the field."

"Listen to this," Sirius starts reading, sliding his left hand into James's hair.

Sirius twirls a lock of James's hair around his finger while his voice fills the room with the dramas of human lives, clothed in rhymed lines. James looks at the log ceiling, studying the patterns of darkened grooves and scratches, listening. 

Sirius has a beautiful voice. He even makes poetry sound interesting. Poetry? Since when did James care about poetry? But with Sirius, even poetry seems fascinating.

Well, it's not like he's genuinely into poetry, but he likes how Sirius reads them – like he's the hero of these stories, not just a bystander.  If any of them has a refined soul, it's definitely Sirius, though he'd never admit it. 

This boy has a knack for finding the hidden poetry in the prose of life – something James has always lacked. Sirius – a lyrical child of the night. Daunting, dark, and dangerous, but only to those who haven't yet learned to understand it, who haven't seen that he is a reflection of the most dazzling white light.

"Do you like it?" Sirius asks after a while.

"Yeah," James whispers, turning back towards Sirius and pressing his face against his side, slipping his hand under the shirt to rest it on Sirius's chest. "Write me a poem," James looks up, smiling slightly.

Sirius laughs softly and clears his throat dramatically.

"Oh, James the Magnificent, greatest of the great, brightest of the bright..." he begins theatrically, extending his hand in a caricature of a gesture.

"And who's making a fool of themselves now?" James sighs, suppressing a chuckle, and lowers his head back to Sirius's waist. Sirius flicks him on the head in response.

They lie like that for a while. James hears the rustle of turning pages and the howling of the winter wind. He feels the warmth of Sirius's body under his palm. They're always warm, both of them. Moony often jokes that they can use them instead of warming charms for their dorm.

"Actually, I found a poem here," Sirius suddenly says, "just needs a little tweaking..."

"Tell me."

Sirius pauses for a moment, then flips through the pages and stops at the right one. James raises his gaze to him, looking up – Sirius has always dubbed this particular expression as 'the deer look'.

Sirius thoughtfully shifts his gaze from the book to James, smiles with one corner of his mouth, ruffles James's hair, and, returning his grey eyes to the book, quietly says:

"He is my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I think this love will last forever: am I not wrong?"

"What did you change?"

"Just the last line. It's originally about loss. 'I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.' But I like my version better. You?"

"Me too," James lifts himself on his elbows, presses against Sirius's ear, and whispers, "I think this love will last forever," then kisses him, moving lower down his neck and deeper, sliding his hand under the shirt. "You are not wrong."

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October 31, 1981

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now; put out every one, Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun, Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Funeral Blues by W. H. Auden

[lexithwrites]

thinking about 'yeah we make out and we've had sex a few...hundred times but we're best friends! its easier than trying to find dates! but like,,,i dont want james/sirius to date someone right now because then i wont get as much attention...because hes my bestfriend....' prongsfoot

[del-stars]

back in ur inbox to ask u to feed me frat au prongsfoot

i maek moodbaord....

it's not a crackhouse it's a crackhome 💜 im gonna b controversial but frat au prongsfoot met at college.... random first year roommates vibe. immediate best friends. do everything together. james pledged freshman year andddd sirius didn't bc he forgor or something.... sirius initially thinks it's STUPID esp when james is a pledge & like wearing a full suit to class & crawling around naked in a basement but then they start having date partiez & james is like. well yeah im gonna bring my BEST FRIEND. he thinks he's straight atp so he is genuinely like. pure male friendship. that's my homie. they're going to the handcuffs & handles together. the toga party. the ABC party. the foam party. james is def slaying mad puss (his own words) at this point in time but he's like. why do i need a girlfriend when i have a best friend. why would i bring a girl instead of sirius. weird. sirius knows that he himself is at least bisexual but he's aware that he's in love with james so he's trying to run through girls to bury that feeling which makes james feel... weird. he doesn't like it. sirius hooks up with a girl after a party that james brought him as a date to and james freaks out. and then second semester sophmore year or something they get obscenely drunk after dancing around one another for weeks and they do end up touching each other 💜 and then they are soooooooo awkward about it... until it happens again.... and then again..... and then againnnnnnn & james gets extremely possessive over sirius but is like. this is still bff territory 💜 until sirius SNAPS and is like. james you have to let me keep hooking up with other people because i have been head over heels in love with you for several years and i need to try to get over you somehow maybe we should also stop having sex all the time. and james falls to his knees and is like NOOOOOOOO so they finally get their act together and start touching each other for real 💜