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Locker (Fifth Year: May 19th)

@prongsfoot-microfic prompt: athlete. (378 words)

“Well played today,” mutters a familiar voice in his ear, and Sirius turns to take in the sight of the sweaty, tousle-haired boy stepping back behind him. Slowly but confidently, he reaches out and grabs James’s arm to pull open the velcro holding his friend’s left wristguard on. No pause. No hesitation. No questions.

“Thank you, Jamie. I like playing with you,” he replies demurely and James returns a wide but bashful smile as Sirius reaches out for his other arm to free it, too. This kind, funny, gentle boy would be so, so brilliant if he weren’t so oblivious and obsessed with Quidditch. Sirius doesn’t even like playing Quidditch.

“I like playing with you, too. I’m glad we’re on the same team.” Sirius can feel the repressed scream of frustration bubbling up at the back of his skull at the unintended pun, but he stifles the urge in the minuscule off-chance that this moment, this exchange, this glance might finally lead them somewhere new.

Disregarding the other members of the team moving about the Gryffindor locker room, Sirius slips out of his maroon and gold ‘Chaser’ jersey and tosses it aside, watching James’s eyes as they - just for an instant - flick down to trace the fine trail of dark hair painted along his belly. Shameless and eager to see him seeing more, Sirius pulls open the strings on his tight white uniform pants and starts to strip down to his briefs. His eyes never leave James’s eyes locked on him.

“Now that this is all done… Would you like to stop by the kitchens and grab a drink together?” he asks coyly as he enjoys their semi-public striptease. Something about this sentence seems to snap James out of his salacious stare, as he turns his eyes down to his locker door and starts pulling his Quidditch robes off.

“Oh, no no. Wormtail said he’d get us all snacks. We should go up and celebrate with everyone else.” Sirius rolls his neck in agitation and pulls the door to the locker holding his own street clothes open harder than was necessary.

“Yes, of course,” he answers, trying to keep the chilly disappointment out of his voice.

Once again, he plays covetous, charmed Chaser to James’s sheltered, sappy Seeker.

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This is the 68th chapter of the Scrapbook Shots project.

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PM - 212 - September 28 - Healthy

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James is in an accident, but at least he'll be healthy again soon.

AO3

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Sirius frowns as James can’t even sit up without getting dizzy.  He lays a hand on James’ shoulder and says, “Lay back, it’ll take some time before you get healthy again.”

“What happened?”

“You don’t remember?”

James shakes his head and then immediately puts a hand to it, obviously in pain. 

“Hold on, let me call a healer.”

Sirius gets the healer, who was on their way in, and they complete a series of checks before saying, “He should be healthy again in a day or so, but he should take it easy.”

“Thank you.”

The healer leaves, and Sirius looks back at James. 

“There was an accident and you were blown back about ten feet, hit your head, but it seems like you’re not doing too bad.”

“That’s good because I would very much like to be healthy again soon.”

“You should be, I’m sure.  I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Did I worry you?”

“You did, but the healer just said that you’ll be fine so we’re all good.”

“Good, I’m glad.”

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Compliance (Seventh Year: April 4th)

@prongsfoot-microfic prompt: compliance (946 words)

When Professor Vane lost his temper at Sirius for the third time this year, James decided that they had had more than enough of this trollshit from their seventh half-arsed Defence Against Absolutely Nothing wannabe. Raising his voice at Sirius for leaning back in his chair had been unnecessary. Making the snarky comment about his hair being pulled back too tight for him to think properly had been uncalled for. But tapping his wand on the desk and causing him to spring forward and smack his chin on the edge had been nothing short of cruel.

Even though the Rejoining Spell to seal his split lip would have been easy for James to do himself, he’d chosen to guide Sirius to the Hospital Wing himself, just as much a reason to remove his boyfriend from the situation as an excuse for him to leave the situation before he could berate the shitty temporary professor more and earn an extension on his new detention. McGonagall probably wouldn’t make him serve any of the current detention, anyway, given the circumstances. But the stunned and slightly haunted look in Sirius’s eyes behind his hard-won neutral expression told James that this incident is the hill he will die on for the rest of their final term at Hogwarts.

As Dad had always told him, the surest way out of anybody’s heart was through malicious compliance. The year was nearly over, anyway - realistically, what could he even do about their obstinate obedience? Prevent them from walking at graduation over an almost imperceptible slight? Little did Professor Vane know, he had just given James and Sirius an incredible gift: an extended April Fool’s Day spanning two and a half months.

As soon as he’d wiped away the last of the blood from Sirius’s healed lip, they set to planning. And it was both one of the pettiest - and most satisfying - projects they’d ever undertaken together. Peter, of course, joined in as best he could, and each day Lily gave him a knowing smile, tying her normally enviable, shiny red hair into atrocious sloppy pigtails just for their Defence lessons. Even rigid Remus occasionally participated in his tiny, stuffy little ways.

It started that evening with their homework, and it never stopped until the clock chimes declared their final post-N.E.W.T. class to be dismissed. What would he do? Deduct House points for following every single rule? Hadn’t minor deviances been his issue with Sirius the entire term? It was, after all, James’s duty as Head Boy to protect the student body from bullies and set a good example for the younger students.

His and Sirius’s normally mostly-neat handwriting on their essays at once became tiny, loopy, florid cursive, their word choices and tone shifting to arcane spellings and awkward - yet still grammatically correct! - word order and sentence structure. Not only were the words smaller, but there were more of them, as they spent the bit of extra time necessary to meet the maximum parchment length guidelines for every assignment. James hoped every essay made the bastard’s eye twitch.

Next, Sirius made the bold move of using a Growth Charm to make his classroom desk and chair tall enough for him to sit comfortably at - after all, he leaned back in his chair because his knees couldn’t fit under most desks and tables.

Both he and Sirius dressed up for each class in the maximum number of official uniform accessories: James’s shiny Head Boy and Team Captain badges; Sirius’s reading glasses on his face for the entire lesson; dark maroon Gryffindor Quidditch t-shirts under thin, pressed white dress shirts with anti-wrinkle Charms applied; hardly-used uniform cardigans covered by black robes for once not hung on the backs of their chairs; perfectly starched dress shorts shrunk to just barely meet the length requirement and pulled up so high they felt the inner seams cutting their balls apart; a colour-enhanced and actually tied House tie for Sirius; a quickly ordered House-colour bowtie for James; and James even dug out his pair of high-shine black dress shoes from the Yule Ball, just to show Professor Vane his appreciation from their new spot at the centre desk at the front of the room. No one else ever sat there, anyway.

Their close interpretation of the clothing section of the written dress code was accompanied by new, more ‘professional’ hair styles. Sirius tapped into a small portion of his veela charm to draw the attention of everyone around them in the room and give the perfect ponytail drawn back at the base of his skull just a little more shine. For his part, James owled Dad for a bottle of his famous Sleekeazy’s Hair Potion, using it to plaster his unruly curls into a horrible, glossy middle-part against his skull. After all, he could Charm it away as soon as they left the class.

Last, but certainly most obnoxiously, every posed question in class became a quiz game, a race, a challenge. Both of their hands would shoot straight up as soon as the final syllable left Professor Vane’s mouth. They didn’t wave their hands around, or make noises, or bounce in their chairs. They simply always had the right answer every single time, often with extra information not presented in their shitty textbook, which just happened to trip Vane up more often than not.

And through their own post-class laughs and the tiny giggles of everyone else around them, only James, Sirius, and Professor Vane knew that they spent the entirety of each remaining class with their ankles linked around each other under their shared desk.

What would he even do about any of that?

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This is the 66th chapter of the Scrapbook Shots project.

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Visual

@prongsfoot-microfic for the July 13 prompt: Visual.

Also serves as part 3 of my Tattoo Artist James series on AO3.

NSFW!

“I wanna show you something,” James says, putting his pen back in its jar as he watches his parents’ car pull out of the driveway. Finally.

Sirius stops playing and puts his hand over the strings to mute them. It’s their favourite way of not doing homework—James working on his designs at his desk while Sirius provides the soundtrack. He isn’t allowed to have his guitar at home so he keeps it at James’s, needing a lot more practice time than he can get at school now that he’s getting his band together. “What? Did you finish already?”

James grins and takes the guitar from his hands. He puts it down in its stand and joins Sirius on the bed. “No, something else. Come. Up here,” he says, leaning against the headboard and patting the mattress beside him.

“What is it?” Sirius says, making himself comfortable against his side.

“This.” James reaches into his nightstand and hands him the magazine.

“Whoa, get out…! Where did you get this?”

“Nicked it at the newsagent’s yesterday. Pretty easy since they aren’t supposed to have it in the first place.” James shrugs. “You think he’s fit?”

“Hmm… I suppose so…” Sirius says, tilting his head and regarding the muscular front page model. “But blond isn’t really my thing.”

“Me neither.” James leans in and twists a black curl between his fingers. Sirius makes a face to tell him he’s being silly and shoves his shoulder.

James snorts and steals a kiss. “Go on, open it.”

“I’m gonna regret this, aren’t I…” Sirius says, shaking his head, but he’s grinning as he flips the cover aside.

They fall silent as they look through the first pages. Or Sirius is looking. James already leafed through the whole magazine last night, so he is mostly watching Sirius, anxious to see his reaction to all of this.

These are proper men. Muscular and fit and seductive, and once they get to page five, they are not hiding anything. A small sting of jealousy shoots through James at the way Sirius’s lips part slightly as he takes in a dark-haired, heavily tattooed model giving them a full visual. He is thick and veiny and much bigger than James, and maybe this was a bad idea.

Reaching over, James flips a couple of pages ahead. “This is where is gets really good….”

There’s two of them now. Locked in a heated kiss, shirtless and with their jeans open and pulled slightly down so the top of their arses are visible. One of them has got his hands in the other man’s hair, pulling him closer.

“Shit, Prongs….” Sirius lets out a breath and moves to adjust himself.

James grins. “It’s good, innit?”

“Yeah…” Sirius mutters as he studies the picture.

James trails his finger over Sirius’s chest, resisting the temptation to go lower. It’s important that Sirius keeps reading.

Sirius turns the page, and now the jeans are around their ankles, and they’re touching each other. Once again, James feels a little inadequate, but he pushes the thought away and focuses on Sirius. They’ve done this together a million times, but it’s still something else to see two strangers doing it. But what James really wants to know….

Sirius flips to the next page and lets out an audible moan at the close-up of one of the men wrapping his lips around the other man’s dick.

“You’d better be planning for us to get naked soon, Prongs,” he says, and his voice sounds a little strained. He reaches down to paw at his own crotch, but James takes his wrist and stops him.

“All in good time. Now, go to the next page.”

Sirius raises an eyebrow at him but turns the page.

James watches him with rapt attention, but Sirius’s expression becomes impossible to read as his eyes land on the couple, who have now moved to a sofa; one of them on his hands and knees, the other kneeling behind him. Only half of his cock is visible as the rest of it disappears into the man in front of him.

Holding his breath, James waits for Sirius to say something.

He doesn’t. He just traces a finger over the muscular thigh of the kneeling man.

James can’t take it anymore. “What do you think…?”

“Why are you showing me this?” Sirius asks in a low voice.

“I dunno… I just thought… maybe….”

“You wanna do this?”

“Well, only if you want to, I mean—”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Holy fuck, Prongs. You’ve no idea.”

“Really?”

Sirius just nods and looks at the page again, roaming his eyes over the figures on the sofa. The look of deep concentration on the kneeling man’s face, and the thrown-back head and open mouth of the other one.

“Well… which one… I mean, would you prefer to… or….”

James feels himself blush furiously, and he’s glad Sirius has his eyes fixed on the magazine. Colour is creeping up Sirius’s neck too, though, and he bites his lip as he seemingly thinks about his answer.

“I….” He pauses and swallows hard. “This one.” He taps his finger on the page. On the man on his hands and knees.

“Fuck, Padfoot….”

“Is that alright?”

“It’s more than alright. I mean, shit…. I was sorta hoping you’d say that.”

The corner of Sirius's lips draws up. “Is that why you got this?”

“Of course not!”

“You could’ve just asked, James.”

“Well…." James snatches the magazine from his hands, tossing it to the floor, before draping himself over him, feeling the hardness between his legs rub against his own. "This was more fun, innit?” 

“Oh, definitely,” Sirius says and pulls him down for a wet kiss.

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Compliance (Seventh Year: April 4th)

@prongsfoot-microfic prompt: compliance (946 words)

When Professor Vane lost his temper at Sirius for the third time this year, James decided that they had had more than enough of this trollshit from their seventh half-arsed Defence Against Absolutely Nothing wannabe. Raising his voice at Sirius for leaning back in his chair had been unnecessary. Making the snarky comment about his hair being pulled back too tight for him to think properly had been uncalled for. But tapping his wand on the desk and causing him to spring forward and smack his chin on the edge had been nothing short of cruel.

Even though the Rejoining Spell to seal his split lip would have been easy for James to do himself, he’d chosen to guide Sirius to the Hospital Wing himself, just as much a reason to remove his boyfriend from the situation as an excuse for him to leave the situation before he could berate the shitty temporary professor more and earn an extension on his new detention. McGonagall probably wouldn’t make him serve any of the current detention, anyway, given the circumstances. But the stunned and slightly haunted look in Sirius’s eyes behind his hard-won neutral expression told James that this incident is the hill he will die on for the rest of their final term at Hogwarts.

As Dad had always told him, the surest way out of anybody’s heart was through malicious compliance. The year was nearly over, anyway - realistically, what could he even do about their obstinate obedience? Prevent them from walking at graduation over an almost imperceptible slight? Little did Professor Vane know, he had just given James and Sirius an incredible gift: an extended April Fool’s Day spanning two and a half months.

As soon as he’d wiped away the last of the blood from Sirius’s healed lip, they set to planning. And it was both one of the pettiest - and most satisfying - projects they’d ever undertaken together. Peter, of course, joined in as best he could, and each day Lily gave him a knowing smile, tying her normally enviable, shiny red hair into atrocious sloppy pigtails just for their Defence lessons. Even rigid Remus occasionally participated in his tiny, stuffy little ways.

It started that evening with their homework, and it never stopped until the clock chimes declared their final post-N.E.W.T. class to be dismissed. What would he do? Deduct House points for following every single rule? Hadn’t minor deviances been his issue with Sirius the entire term? It was, after all, James’s duty as Head Boy to protect the student body from bullies and set a good example for the younger students.

His and Sirius’s normally mostly-neat handwriting on their essays at once became tiny, loopy, florid cursive, their word choices and tone shifting to arcane spellings and awkward - yet still grammatically correct! - word order and sentence structure. Not only were the words smaller, but there were more of them, as they spent the bit of extra time necessary to meet the maximum parchment length guidelines for every assignment. James hoped every essay made the bastard’s eye twitch.

Next, Sirius made the bold move of using a Growth Charm to make his classroom desk and chair tall enough for him to sit comfortably at - after all, he leaned back in his chair because his knees couldn’t fit under most desks and tables.

Both he and Sirius dressed up for each class in the maximum number of official uniform accessories: James’s shiny Head Boy and Team Captain badges; Sirius’s reading glasses on his face for the entire lesson; dark maroon Gryffindor Quidditch t-shirts under thin, pressed white dress shirts with anti-wrinkle Charms applied; hardly-used uniform cardigans covered by black robes for once not hung on the backs of their chairs; perfectly starched dress shorts shrunk to just barely meet the length requirement and pulled up so high they felt the inner seams cutting their balls apart; a colour-enhanced and actually tied House tie for Sirius; a quickly ordered House-colour bowtie for James; and James even dug out his pair of high-shine black dress shoes from the Yule Ball, just to show Professor Vane his appreciation from their new spot at the centre desk at the front of the room. No one else ever sat there, anyway.

Their close interpretation of the clothing section of the written dress code was accompanied by new, more ‘professional’ hair styles. Sirius tapped into a small portion of his veela charm to draw the attention of everyone around them in the room and give the perfect ponytail drawn back at the base of his skull just a little more shine. For his part, James owled Dad for a bottle of his famous Sleekeazy’s Hair Potion, using it to plaster his unruly curls into a horrible, glossy middle-part against his skull. After all, he could Charm it away as soon as they left the class.

Last, but certainly most obnoxiously, every posed question in class became a quiz game, a race, a challenge. Both of their hands would shoot straight up as soon as the final syllable left Professor Vane’s mouth. They didn’t wave their hands around, or make noises, or bounce in their chairs. They simply always had the right answer every single time, often with extra information not presented in their shitty textbook, which just happened to trip Vane up more often than not.

And through their own post-class laughs and the tiny giggles of everyone else around them, only James, Sirius, and Professor Vane knew that they spent the entirety of each remaining class with their ankles linked around each other under their shared desk.

What would he even do about any of that?

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This is the 66th chapter of the Scrapbook Shots project.

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Visual

@prongsfoot-microfic for the July 13 prompt: Visual.

Also serves as part 3 of my Tattoo Artist James series on AO3.

NSFW!

“I wanna show you something,” James says, putting his pen back in its jar as he watches his parents’ car pull out of the driveway. Finally.

Sirius stops playing and puts his hand over the strings to mute them. It’s their favourite way of not doing homework—James working on his designs at his desk while Sirius provides the soundtrack. He isn’t allowed to have his guitar at home so he keeps it at James’s, needing a lot more practice time than he can get at school now that he’s getting his band together. “What? Did you finish already?”

James grins and takes the guitar from his hands. He puts it down in its stand and joins Sirius on the bed. “No, something else. Come. Up here,” he says, leaning against the headboard and patting the mattress beside him.

“What is it?” Sirius says, making himself comfortable against his side.

“This.” James reaches into his nightstand and hands him the magazine.

“Whoa, get out…! Where did you get this?”

“Nicked it at the newsagent’s yesterday. Pretty easy since they aren’t supposed to have it in the first place.” James shrugs. “You think he’s fit?”

“Hmm… I suppose so…” Sirius says, tilting his head and regarding the muscular front page model. “But blond isn’t really my thing.”

“Me neither.” James leans in and twists a black curl between his fingers. Sirius makes a face to tell him he’s being silly and shoves his shoulder.

James snorts and steals a kiss. “Go on, open it.”

“I’m gonna regret this, aren’t I…” Sirius says, shaking his head, but he’s grinning as he flips the cover aside.

They fall silent as they look through the first pages. Or Sirius is looking. James already leafed through the whole magazine last night, so he is mostly watching Sirius, anxious to see his reaction to all of this.

These are proper men. Muscular and fit and seductive, and once they get to page five, they are not hiding anything. A small sting of jealousy shoots through James at the way Sirius’s lips part slightly as he takes in a dark-haired, heavily tattooed model giving them a full visual. He is thick and veiny and much bigger than James, and maybe this was a bad idea.

Reaching over, James flips a couple of pages ahead. “This is where is gets really good….”

There’s two of them now. Locked in a heated kiss, shirtless and with their jeans open and pulled slightly down so the top of their arses are visible. One of them has got his hands in the other man’s hair, pulling him closer.

“Shit, Prongs….” Sirius lets out a breath and moves to adjust himself.

James grins. “It’s good, innit?”

“Yeah…” Sirius mutters as he studies the picture.

James trails his finger over Sirius’s chest, resisting the temptation to go lower. It’s important that Sirius keeps reading.

Sirius turns the page, and now the jeans are around their ankles, and they’re touching each other. Once again, James feels a little inadequate, but he pushes the thought away and focuses on Sirius. They’ve done this together a million times, but it’s still something else to see two strangers doing it. But what James really wants to know….

Sirius flips to the next page and lets out an audible moan at the close-up of one of the men wrapping his lips around the other man’s dick.

“You’d better be planning for us to get naked soon, Prongs,” he says, and his voice sounds a little strained. He reaches down to paw at his own crotch, but James takes his wrist and stops him.

“All in good time. Now, go to the next page.”

Sirius raises an eyebrow at him but turns the page.

James watches him with rapt attention, but Sirius’s expression becomes impossible to read as his eyes land on the couple, who have now moved to a sofa; one of them on his hands and knees, the other kneeling behind him. Only half of his cock is visible as the rest of it disappears into the man in front of him.

Holding his breath, James waits for Sirius to say something.

He doesn’t. He just traces a finger over the muscular thigh of the kneeling man.

James can’t take it anymore. “What do you think…?”

“Why are you showing me this?” Sirius asks in a low voice.

“I dunno… I just thought… maybe….”

“You wanna do this?”

“Well, only if you want to, I mean—”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Holy fuck, Prongs. You’ve no idea.”

“Really?”

Sirius just nods and looks at the page again, roaming his eyes over the figures on the sofa. The look of deep concentration on the kneeling man’s face, and the thrown-back head and open mouth of the other one.

“Well… which one… I mean, would you prefer to… or….”

James feels himself blush furiously, and he’s glad Sirius has his eyes fixed on the magazine. Colour is creeping up Sirius’s neck too, though, and he bites his lip as he seemingly thinks about his answer.

“I….” He pauses and swallows hard. “This one.” He taps his finger on the page. On the man on his hands and knees.

“Fuck, Padfoot….”

“Is that alright?”

“It’s more than alright. I mean, shit…. I was sorta hoping you’d say that.”

The corner of Sirius's lips draws up. “Is that why you got this?”

“Of course not!”

“You could’ve just asked, James.”

“Well…." James snatches the magazine from his hands, tossing it to the floor, before draping himself over him, feeling the hardness between his legs rub against his own. "This was more fun, innit?” 

“Oh, definitely,” Sirius says and pulls him down for a wet kiss.

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03: Pursuit

For: @prongsfoot-microfic

Month: March 2023

AO3: Link

Notes: Fairytale/Fairytale-inspired AU.

The peasants claimed that the woods were protected, safeguarded by a powerful spirit who took the form of a stag with golden eyes, twice as large as any other beast and far too strong and swift for any hunter's bow. This sounded like a challenge to Lord Sirius Black, to whom the woods and the surrounding demesne would one day belong, which explained how he'd come to be crashing through the thick brush in the wildest part of the forest, his horse lost, his quiver almost empty. But he'd shot the damned thing, Sirius was sure of it, and when the stag had fled with his black-fletched arrow in its shoulder, Sirius had given chase. When the trees had become too thick for his horse to squeeze past, Sirius had dismounted and continued on foot.

He paused, gloved fingers lightly tracing the leaves of a nearby shrub, glossy green stained dark with blood that gleamed almost black in the canopy's shade. Sirius frowned, brow furrowed, and cast a glance about him: He wasn't concerned about any possible dangers, but the branches around him grew low on the trees, hung thickly with vines and lush boughs. The stag he'd seen had indeed been a magnificent creature, its antlers at least ten points and the span of his outstretched arms-- How could such a beast have struggled through this part of the forest when Sirius' horse could not?

Sirius refocused on his task and stumbled out of the trees, emerging into a clearing where a trail of blood, scattered across the grass, led to the foot of massive oak tree. Sirius expected to find the stag there, his knife already in hand to grant it a quick death, but what awaited him in the clearing was no stag at all: Sirius beheld a man, whose back rested against the trunk of the great oak as he half-sat, half-sprawled among the tree's vast roots. He wore the garb of a common hunter, lean and sinewy, yet there was an air about him that made the network of roots seem almost like a throne. Blood seeped sluggishly from a wound in the man's shoulder, a black-fletched arrow lodged deeply in his flesh.

The man looked up, his expression defiant despite the pallor beneath his wind-tanned skin, hazel eyes flashing gold in what little sunlight dripped through the canopy and into the gloom. Sirius halted, his fingers clenched around the handle of his knife, the breath catching in his throat. These woods hadn't always been part of the Black demesne: Once, not long ago, it had belonged to the Potters, whose Lord and Lady and Heir had perished, as common wisdom held it, in the coup that had seen their lands and their treasure claimed by the House of Black. The Potters, Sirius vaguely recalled, had a stag worked into their family crest, and their benevolence had given rise to a saying among their bondsmen-- That the Potters had eyes as golden as their hearts.

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July 29th - Pillow @prongsfoot-microfic

He can see the desire in Sirius’s eyes. He is pretty sure his eyes reflect the same feeling.

The same feeling, in his guts, since that night when he fell asleep on Sirius’s shoulder. When he woke up, he didn’t open his eyes or get off Sirius. He could tell that Sirius was awake from the way he was rubbing the skin over James’s hand with his fingers. He stayed like that enjoying the feeling of Sirius’s touch. It had been maybe a minute or ten when Sirius shifted his head and pressed a kiss on his temple. A gesture so innocent, it shouldn’t have made James’s heart skip, but it did. Suddenly, James was aware of everywhere they were touching, legs pressed together from thigh to hips only clothes in between them, James was pressed onto Sirius's side, with one arm wrapped from behind and holding his side, his hand was in Sirius’s hand on Sirius’s thigh. And his head was pillowed on his friend’s shoulder. James panicked and hid his face in Sirius’s collarbone. “You awake?” asked Sirius. He growled in return which Sirius took as his whining being woken up. But that was his panicking over realizing Sirius’s feelings for himself and beginning to realize his feelings in return.

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03: Pursuit

For: @prongsfoot-microfic

Month: March 2023

AO3: Link

Notes: Fairytale/Fairytale-inspired AU.

The peasants claimed that the woods were protected, safeguarded by a powerful spirit who took the form of a stag with golden eyes, twice as large as any other beast and far too strong and swift for any hunter's bow. This sounded like a challenge to Lord Sirius Black, to whom the woods and the surrounding demesne would one day belong, which explained how he'd come to be crashing through the thick brush in the wildest part of the forest, his horse lost, his quiver almost empty. But he'd shot the damned thing, Sirius was sure of it, and when the stag had fled with his black-fletched arrow in its shoulder, Sirius had given chase. When the trees had become too thick for his horse to squeeze past, Sirius had dismounted and continued on foot.

He paused, gloved fingers lightly tracing the leaves of a nearby shrub, glossy green stained dark with blood that gleamed almost black in the canopy's shade. Sirius frowned, brow furrowed, and cast a glance about him: He wasn't concerned about any possible dangers, but the branches around him grew low on the trees, hung thickly with vines and lush boughs. The stag he'd seen had indeed been a magnificent creature, its antlers at least ten points and the span of his outstretched arms-- How could such a beast have struggled through this part of the forest when Sirius' horse could not?

Sirius refocused on his task and stumbled out of the trees, emerging into a clearing where a trail of blood, scattered across the grass, led to the foot of massive oak tree. Sirius expected to find the stag there, his knife already in hand to grant it a quick death, but what awaited him in the clearing was no stag at all: Sirius beheld a man, whose back rested against the trunk of the great oak as he half-sat, half-sprawled among the tree's vast roots. He wore the garb of a common hunter, lean and sinewy, yet there was an air about him that made the network of roots seem almost like a throne. Blood seeped sluggishly from a wound in the man's shoulder, a black-fletched arrow lodged deeply in his flesh.

The man looked up, his expression defiant despite the pallor beneath his wind-tanned skin, hazel eyes flashing gold in what little sunlight dripped through the canopy and into the gloom. Sirius halted, his fingers clenched around the handle of his knife, the breath catching in his throat. These woods hadn't always been part of the Black demesne: Once, not long ago, it had belonged to the Potters, whose Lord and Lady and Heir had perished, as common wisdom held it, in the coup that had seen their lands and their treasure claimed by the House of Black. The Potters, Sirius vaguely recalled, had a stag worked into their family crest, and their benevolence had given rise to a saying among their bondsmen-- That the Potters had eyes as golden as their hearts.

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July 29th - Pillow @prongsfoot-microfic

He can see the desire in Sirius’s eyes. He is pretty sure his eyes reflect the same feeling.

The same feeling, in his guts, since that night when he fell asleep on Sirius’s shoulder. When he woke up, he didn’t open his eyes or get off Sirius. He could tell that Sirius was awake from the way he was rubbing the skin over James’s hand with his fingers. He stayed like that enjoying the feeling of Sirius’s touch. It had been maybe a minute or ten when Sirius shifted his head and pressed a kiss on his temple. A gesture so innocent, it shouldn’t have made James’s heart skip, but it did. Suddenly, James was aware of everywhere they were touching, legs pressed together from thigh to hips only clothes in between them, James was pressed onto Sirius's side, with one arm wrapped from behind and holding his side, his hand was in Sirius’s hand on Sirius’s thigh. And his head was pillowed on his friend’s shoulder. James panicked and hid his face in Sirius’s collarbone. “You awake?” asked Sirius. He growled in return which Sirius took as his whining being woken up. But that was his panicking over realizing Sirius’s feelings for himself and beginning to realize his feelings in return.

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01: Understanding

For: @prongsfoot-microfic

Month: March 2023

AO3: Link

Notes: Forms a vague arc with the following prompts: 02, 04, 31, 29, 26, 15, 01.

Lily had known that James Potter and Sirius Black were inseparable, and by Fifth Year she'd decided that they were shagging: What other explanation could there be for their intimacies, the looks that communicated volumes, the physicality that most actual couples couldn't manage half so effortlessly? It explained the way that Sirius sneered at Lily behind his cool smile, and why he looked so pleased every time she shot James down.

Lily would never admit this to James, but the first time she let him chat her up was partly to see what Sirius would do. Lily had been watching for a response, so she saw those grey eyes freeze over just before Sirius had strolled up, cracking a joke with a cutting undertone while leading James away by the arm, all so smoothly that Lily doubted James realized what had happened. It... wasn't nothing, to be sure. But Lily had been pleasantly surprised by how tolerable James could be when he wasn't JamesandSirius, so one conversation had become two, and then a dozen, and each time Sirius seemed to dislike her just that little bit more.

When they were Sixth Years, Lily finally agreed to let James take her on a proper date; and because James, for all of his faults, was honest to his core, that was also the year Lily had her suspicions confirmed. James had been hurt by Lily's incredulous questions, and she had been contrite when James insisted that it wasn't as if he and Sirius just shagged, even if James couldn't quite explain what, exactly, they were. Lily couldn't believe that Sirius would let James date someone else, if that was the case, but then again, she couldn't imagine Sirius denying James, either. Still, before she agreed to a second date, Lily had gone to have it out with Sirius Black, before she got herself hexed by trying to kiss his boyfriend.

“It's fine,” Sirius had said, excessively casual, carefully poised. “He wants the house and the kids and the promenades on the green, and it's all a bit pastoral for me. If you can give him that, well-- Takes the pressure off my shoulders, doesn't it?”

James wanted Sirius, but he also wanted the life he'd been raised to expect. Sirius... wanted James to be happy.

Lily told James that he could still see Sirius, if they were discreet, and when Lily fell for James, she came to understand why Sirius let their arrangement stand. Certainly, there was that pinch of jealousy when she thought about it too long, when she saw them together, but it was worth it: James might have ended things with Sirius, if Lily insisted, but Sirius made James happy, and that meant a great deal. So when James brought up the idea of marriage, cautious hope in those hazel eyes--

Well, Sirius had been able to adapt, accepting Lily as part of James' life. Lily decided, for the sake of her future husband, she could do the same.

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15: Role

For: @prongsfoot-microfic

Month: March 2023

AO3: Link

Notes: Forms a vague arc with the following prompts: 02, 04, 31, 29, 26, 15, 01.

It's easy to see how James and Sirius came to be JamesandSirius, their similarities obvious and their differences complementary instead of clashing. James and Lily are something else entirely, and there would seem to be little natural rapport between the athletic, casually brilliant pureblood and the studious, hard-working Muggleborn. That James doesn't agree becomes obvious halfway through their fourth year, which is when James starts to show off for Lily specifically, as opposed to the more general way he did before. Most are not surprised when James doesn't make any headway for the rest of the term, only to be blindsided when they start dating two years later.

Some might think that James, his days now occupied with an actual girlfriend, would have less time to knock about with his best friend. These are people with no prior knowledge of James Potter, who with zero hesitation divides his attention between best friend and girlfriend, each of whom now inhabits very distinct positions in James Potter's life.

Being with Lily, James finds, is an exercise in humility: She has no problem deflating his ego, an unpleasant experience for James under the best of circumstances, which he endures because he's trying to be better, and because after such a touch-and-go pursuit, it'd be foolish to be deterred now. Still, it doesn't stop James from retreating to Sirius after a particularly scathing critique or an exasperated chiding too many, because of course James' best mate is all too happy to salve James' wounded ego.

Lily wants James to be a good person, a responsible one, which James reluctantly agrees is probably for the best; they won't be students forever, and with war on the horizon, he might as well start maturing now. This takes the form of fewer pranks and fewer fights and “setting a good example,” which Sirius sums up as “utterly dull” with only the barest hint of resentment in his voice. Lily frowns when she's disappointed, accompanied by a little twinge of guilt; but Sirius sulks and snaps and growls when he's neglected, and then James has to give in, relenting “just this once” and grinning at Sirius under the Cloak as they sneak out for cigarettes and firewhiskey and a little time alone.

Lily kisses James sweetly, chastely, not like a prude or an old maid (as Sirius would have it) but as a promise: Lily believes in forever, in always, and if James can prove himself worthy, they'll have their entire lives for Lily to give herself to him. When people see them in the corridors, James' arm around Lily, those early skeptics admit that they must have been made for each other, after all. Sirius kisses James with skull-rattling force, all teeth and tongue and bruised hips, in cupboards and empty classrooms and behind the curtains of their beds, in times and places that's theirs alone. Sirius kisses James as if he already knows they won't have forever, so the memories they make will have to do.

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01: Understanding

For: @prongsfoot-microfic

Month: March 2023

AO3: Link

Notes: Forms a vague arc with the following prompts: 02, 04, 31, 29, 26, 15, 01.

Lily had known that James Potter and Sirius Black were inseparable, and by Fifth Year she'd decided that they were shagging: What other explanation could there be for their intimacies, the looks that communicated volumes, the physicality that most actual couples couldn't manage half so effortlessly? It explained the way that Sirius sneered at Lily behind his cool smile, and why he looked so pleased every time she shot James down.

Lily would never admit this to James, but the first time she let him chat her up was partly to see what Sirius would do. Lily had been watching for a response, so she saw those grey eyes freeze over just before Sirius had strolled up, cracking a joke with a cutting undertone while leading James away by the arm, all so smoothly that Lily doubted James realized what had happened. It... wasn't nothing, to be sure. But Lily had been pleasantly surprised by how tolerable James could be when he wasn't JamesandSirius, so one conversation had become two, and then a dozen, and each time Sirius seemed to dislike her just that little bit more.

When they were Sixth Years, Lily finally agreed to let James take her on a proper date; and because James, for all of his faults, was honest to his core, that was also the year Lily had her suspicions confirmed. James had been hurt by Lily's incredulous questions, and she had been contrite when James insisted that it wasn't as if he and Sirius just shagged, even if James couldn't quite explain what, exactly, they were. Lily couldn't believe that Sirius would let James date someone else, if that was the case, but then again, she couldn't imagine Sirius denying James, either. Still, before she agreed to a second date, Lily had gone to have it out with Sirius Black, before she got herself hexed by trying to kiss his boyfriend.

“It's fine,” Sirius had said, excessively casual, carefully poised. “He wants the house and the kids and the promenades on the green, and it's all a bit pastoral for me. If you can give him that, well-- Takes the pressure off my shoulders, doesn't it?”

James wanted Sirius, but he also wanted the life he'd been raised to expect. Sirius... wanted James to be happy.

Lily told James that he could still see Sirius, if they were discreet, and when Lily fell for James, she came to understand why Sirius let their arrangement stand. Certainly, there was that pinch of jealousy when she thought about it too long, when she saw them together, but it was worth it: James might have ended things with Sirius, if Lily insisted, but Sirius made James happy, and that meant a great deal. So when James brought up the idea of marriage, cautious hope in those hazel eyes--

Well, Sirius had been able to adapt, accepting Lily as part of James' life. Lily decided, for the sake of her future husband, she could do the same.

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15: Role

For: @prongsfoot-microfic

Month: March 2023

AO3: Link

Notes: Forms a vague arc with the following prompts: 02, 04, 31, 29, 26, 15, 01.

It's easy to see how James and Sirius came to be JamesandSirius, their similarities obvious and their differences complementary instead of clashing. James and Lily are something else entirely, and there would seem to be little natural rapport between the athletic, casually brilliant pureblood and the studious, hard-working Muggleborn. That James doesn't agree becomes obvious halfway through their fourth year, which is when James starts to show off for Lily specifically, as opposed to the more general way he did before. Most are not surprised when James doesn't make any headway for the rest of the term, only to be blindsided when they start dating two years later.

Some might think that James, his days now occupied with an actual girlfriend, would have less time to knock about with his best friend. These are people with no prior knowledge of James Potter, who with zero hesitation divides his attention between best friend and girlfriend, each of whom now inhabits very distinct positions in James Potter's life.

Being with Lily, James finds, is an exercise in humility: She has no problem deflating his ego, an unpleasant experience for James under the best of circumstances, which he endures because he's trying to be better, and because after such a touch-and-go pursuit, it'd be foolish to be deterred now. Still, it doesn't stop James from retreating to Sirius after a particularly scathing critique or an exasperated chiding too many, because of course James' best mate is all too happy to salve James' wounded ego.

Lily wants James to be a good person, a responsible one, which James reluctantly agrees is probably for the best; they won't be students forever, and with war on the horizon, he might as well start maturing now. This takes the form of fewer pranks and fewer fights and “setting a good example,” which Sirius sums up as “utterly dull” with only the barest hint of resentment in his voice. Lily frowns when she's disappointed, accompanied by a little twinge of guilt; but Sirius sulks and snaps and growls when he's neglected, and then James has to give in, relenting “just this once” and grinning at Sirius under the Cloak as they sneak out for cigarettes and firewhiskey and a little time alone.

Lily kisses James sweetly, chastely, not like a prude or an old maid (as Sirius would have it) but as a promise: Lily believes in forever, in always, and if James can prove himself worthy, they'll have their entire lives for Lily to give herself to him. When people see them in the corridors, James' arm around Lily, those early skeptics admit that they must have been made for each other, after all. Sirius kisses James with skull-rattling force, all teeth and tongue and bruised hips, in cupboards and empty classrooms and behind the curtains of their beds, in times and places that's theirs alone. Sirius kisses James as if he already knows they won't have forever, so the memories they make will have to do.

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26: Contradiction

For: @prongsfoot-microfic

Month: March 2023

AO3: Link

Notes: Forms a vague arc with the following prompts: 02, 04, 31, 29, 26, 15, 01.

Sirius could be... difficult. This was evident to anyone who knew him, who even so much as glimpsed him in passing: He wore his complexity like an armor of thorns, a straightforward challenge – perhaps the only straightforward thing about him – to any who would dare approach him, lured in by his looks or his lineage or his reputation. Certainly, those were all there in spades; certainly, they'd be worth it, if you managed to keep up. No-one quite managed it, because Sirius wasn't interested in holding back or in pulling his punches or in paring himself down so that others would find him more palatable. There were many who were drawn to him, but only one who stayed.

That didn't mean that James found Sirius easy to deal with, of course: Even as children, even though they were best friends, Sirius was hard to predict at the best of times. It had been a process of trial and error, until James learned to guess at the reasoning behind Sirius' actions: He would say that he didn't care about his birthday, but he would sulk if it looked as though James had forgotten. He would say that Christmas was for babies, but he never let a year pass without leaving a gift in James' hands. He claimed, ludicrously, to have no interest whatsoever in Quidditch, but after James made the team, Sirius never missed a match.

Sirius grew more handsome and more complicated by the year, and even James was hard-pressed to understand some of the things that Sirius said or did. Sirius took the piss out of James with relentless glee each time Lily Evans shot James down, softening just enough to pull James close and murmur encouragement in his ear, only to turn snappish and moody if James made any headway. Sirius had no interest in seriously dating anyone, going through girls (and boys) with callous indifference, but he could promise James forever and mean it, his words an oath that left no room for doubt.

Sirius always said that he never wanted to risk their friendship, and yet Sirius was the one who kissed James first; he was the one who started it, who insisted that it remain in dusty broom closets and dark alleyways, but he seethed whenever someone assumed that James was single, or worse, with Lily. James had to grow accustomed to Sirius' absences, the nights when Sirius disappeared from their dorm and came back in the pale hours of dawn in a cloud of cheap drink and cheaper perfume, falling asleep with his arms locked around James as if James was the one who might disappear.

It was a purely temporary thing, the two of them, and one day it would end; James would find himself a pretty wife and a cozy home and all the things that Sirius couldn't give him, and Sirius would be fine, because it's not like Sirius wanted them anyway.

Sirius' eyes say differently, but James lets him lie.

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PM - 211 - September 27 - Tower

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It’s a tradition for seventh years to sneak to the top of the Astronomy Tower and kiss in the moonlight for good luck on their futures

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It’s a tradition for seventh years to sneak to the top of the Astronomy Tower and kiss in the moonlight for good luck on their futures.  Of course, some do more than kiss. 

James and Sirius, naturally, are one of those couples, and worse – at least to every other seventh year trying to get some good luck – they try and do it all the time. 

For most of the spring term, every time a seventh-year couple wanted to sneak up to the top of the tower, they’d fine the tower already occupied by James and Sirius.  It got to the point that the couple had been pranked so that they wouldn’t be able to go to the tower and have their wicked way with one another.

The couple found the entire thing hilarious, but that’s probably because the pair had the most good luck of any of them. 

And there’s nothing they can do about it. 

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26: Contradiction

For: @prongsfoot-microfic

Month: March 2023

AO3: Link

Notes: Forms a vague arc with the following prompts: 02, 04, 31, 29, 26, 15, 01.

Sirius could be... difficult. This was evident to anyone who knew him, who even so much as glimpsed him in passing: He wore his complexity like an armor of thorns, a straightforward challenge – perhaps the only straightforward thing about him – to any who would dare approach him, lured in by his looks or his lineage or his reputation. Certainly, those were all there in spades; certainly, they'd be worth it, if you managed to keep up. No-one quite managed it, because Sirius wasn't interested in holding back or in pulling his punches or in paring himself down so that others would find him more palatable. There were many who were drawn to him, but only one who stayed.

That didn't mean that James found Sirius easy to deal with, of course: Even as children, even though they were best friends, Sirius was hard to predict at the best of times. It had been a process of trial and error, until James learned to guess at the reasoning behind Sirius' actions: He would say that he didn't care about his birthday, but he would sulk if it looked as though James had forgotten. He would say that Christmas was for babies, but he never let a year pass without leaving a gift in James' hands. He claimed, ludicrously, to have no interest whatsoever in Quidditch, but after James made the team, Sirius never missed a match.

Sirius grew more handsome and more complicated by the year, and even James was hard-pressed to understand some of the things that Sirius said or did. Sirius took the piss out of James with relentless glee each time Lily Evans shot James down, softening just enough to pull James close and murmur encouragement in his ear, only to turn snappish and moody if James made any headway. Sirius had no interest in seriously dating anyone, going through girls (and boys) with callous indifference, but he could promise James forever and mean it, his words an oath that left no room for doubt.

Sirius always said that he never wanted to risk their friendship, and yet Sirius was the one who kissed James first; he was the one who started it, who insisted that it remain in dusty broom closets and dark alleyways, but he seethed whenever someone assumed that James was single, or worse, with Lily. James had to grow accustomed to Sirius' absences, the nights when Sirius disappeared from their dorm and came back in the pale hours of dawn in a cloud of cheap drink and cheaper perfume, falling asleep with his arms locked around James as if James was the one who might disappear.

It was a purely temporary thing, the two of them, and one day it would end; James would find himself a pretty wife and a cozy home and all the things that Sirius couldn't give him, and Sirius would be fine, because it's not like Sirius wanted them anyway.

Sirius' eyes say differently, but James lets him lie.