#prongsfoot angst

[resident-gay-bitch]

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mischievovstar]

james "i love you" potter and sirius "it'll pass" black

[jamesunderwater]

🔀 Prongsfoot

(doing that thing where i go back to old great asks / prompt requests because i had a bad day lol, and this one was so gooooooood) the meme was: give me a pairing and i'll shuffle my playlist and make up an AU based on the song

"here comes a thought" - from steven universe, feat. Estelle and AJ Michalka

(linking to the youtube video bc i listened to it recently when my therapist told me to and i may or may not have sobbed. highly recommend taking the 3 min to watch❤)

and damn, this shit does NOT need to be AU to work for prongsfoot, but okay, since AU is what the prompt asks for:

Everyone knows Sirius Black is one of those kids -- nothing but trouble, always trying to make life harder for his parents, does all this acting out just to get attention. He runs away and no one asks why, they just take him by the collar and throw him back through the threshold. He does drugs and no one asks why, they just give him endless detentions and suspensions. He tries to end it all and no one asks why, they just lock him up where, finally, he can be someone else's problem. Sirius knows as soon as he sees James Potter that the other boy doesn't belong there. But Sirius is selfish, everyone has always said it, and James is funny. The walls aren't as gray when he's in the room. His last roommate didn't speak, and Sirius got put in isolation for three days when the one before that spit in his face and called him a faggot. (It isn't nice to strangle people when they call you a faggot.) James talks to him, doesn't call him a faggot, asks if Sirius knows a way to get into the front desk staff's candy stash. So even though this place is evil, Sirius is glad James is here. The doctors don't really care that Sirius wakes up every night between 3 and 4am and can't breathe. They give him a round blue pill, then a small yellow pill, finally a long pink one, and then they tell him it's all in his head. Tell him to breathe. Tell him to call the night staff if he needs someone. But the night staff just sticks a needle in you so you miss breakfast and the outside hour and feel like shit when you finally get up at 1 in the afternoon. So Sirius climbs out of bed mechanically every night, takes his pillow and bedsheet, and huddles in the nearby corner. He holds the pillow and begs his body to breathe, tries to remember that it hasn't killed him any other night; it's just in his head, it's all in his head. It doesn't matter, though. Every night he's terrified his breath won't come back. Every morning he's embarrassed he got so fucking upset about it again. He is so thankful to find that James is a deep sleeper. He's so thankful, until he isn't. Until he and James fall into each other laughing on the sofa during recreation time every day, their hands and arms entangled. Until they sneak back inside during outside hour and steal three girl scout cookies each from the box left open at reception. Until they stay up past light's out and whisper about their favorite things, their plans, asking each other all the questions except the obvious ones. Then, he starts to wish James weren't so heavy a sleeper. James finds out one night when he gets up to pee at 3:43. He doesn't make a big deal of it. He sits down next to Sirius and looks him in his panicked eyes and says, "It's okay, it's okay. I'm here, I'm here, I'm here." James takes Sirius's hand and Sirius is a little less scared, finds a little more room in his chest to breathe. The two boys hold each other with a firm grip until the twisting shadows in their minds start to retreat, and tomorrow feels more possible.

dedicated to everyone who reads this and knows what the gray walls look like, or fears meeting them. it's okay, it's okay, it's okay. <3

[peristeronic665]

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

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

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

-🌹

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

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

[goodomensandbadpress]

11 year old James Potter was very confident and self assured for his age because he grew up with parents who loved and supported him no matter what.

11 year old Sirius Black was very confident and self assured for his age because if he wasn't he'd be dead.

[in-flvx]

Sirius 🤝 snape

Still grieving about their first and only love who married someone else and became Harry's parent

[roalinda]

Small prongsfoot halloween angst in an AU which Sirius didn't die in 5th book.

Every Halloween, Harry pretends he doesn't have a two-way mirror, locking it away in his nightstand neatly wrapped in one of his spare Gryffindor ties. 

The mirror does not belong to him on Halloween nights. Once a year on this day, it belongs to it's original owner, to it's creator. It belongs to his father, James Potter and Harry respectfully puts it away as if it doesn't exist for it's what the mirror's other creator needs. 

Sirius is not aware but Harry knows how his godfather shuts himself off every Halloween, hiding in the darkness of his room as padfoot, holding the mirror between his paws like a sacred treasure. He knows how his godfather keeps talking to the mirror which only shows his own reflection as if he is talking to his father. 

Harry has heard his godfather's sobs as he apologises over and over to an absent someone, the name James falling from his lips like a broken mantra. 

Sirius keeps talking to a dead lover every Halloween, seeking a salvation that only death can bring and Harry is helpless.

Everyone is helpless minus a man with untidy hair and sad hazel eyes behind square glasses whose soul lingers on, invisible yet painfully patient, ready to receive his beloved with open arms when the time comes.

[yourgalgremlin]

Not the Black family trauma 🫠

[wolvesandshine]

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

[starrylayle]

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

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

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

[bepop-moon]

Sirius loved all of the marauders. Including Peter.

At age 15, the marauders had made their reputation in Hogwarts. They were the pranksters; the cool, easy ones; popular, with the big friend group. They were Sirius and James, Remus and… the other one.

Sirius had a soft spot for Peter. At age 11, James had introduced Pete as his ‘best friend’, and so, being the selfish prick he often is, Sirius was skeptical. Jealous.

Now, he could see past that. In loving James, Sirius learnt to see people differently. James loved Peter - so would he.

He felt protective over the boy, because as he saw it, they were the same. Peter could relate to him how the others couldn’t - the outcast in their ‘clique’. The black sheep. Peter was never treated equally to the others, and in this he saw himself, so naturally, Sirius swore he would do something about it. Though they never talked about deep things - family things, feelings things - there was an understanding between them. An unspoken solidarity that they shared, and craved, apparently, and as they found themselves spending more time together, their like-mindedness only amplified this into a friendship that you don’t find just anywhere.

So at age 15, the marauders had made their reputation. But it wasn’t unchangeable. Sirius hated people’s assumptions and made Peter’s importance known. James and Sirius, the dynamic duo. Remus, the brains. And Peter, the heart. Peter, the most down-to-earth, loyal person he knew. The trustworthy, gentle boy he’d learnt to love, would not go forgotten. Not if he had a say in things.

James was his brother, Remus was.. different, but Pete? Pete was his best friend. And he was determined to make this known. To everyone else, but mostly to Peter. Because Peter was also a black sheep, and Sirius knew how it felt to feel lonely among your own people. As long as they were friends, neither of them would have to be.

[hoarfrostheart]

Sirius's and James's first meeting (aka the start of a tragedy)

He's sitting in front of you with a grin way too wide for his face, his mouth dirty with chocolate, eyes brimming with childlike wonder and you know: You are going to love this boy with all your heart.

And you do. You love him through endless heartbreaks, through war times, through fire and prison, in life and in death.

You love him even as you stand above his lifeless body, even as you lie in an endless darkness slowly forgetting his voice, even as you stare into a face that both is and isn't his; because loving him is all you are, all you have, the only form of love you've ever known.

[mischievovstar]

heavy the head (who wears the crown)

19.3k words, mature content, prongsfoot and dorlily

royal! au

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

**

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

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

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

[isabel-lillah]

Ever since July 1976, James and Sirius have always disappeared for the entirety of the second weekend in July.

Every year, without fail, they pack their stuff in the morning of the second Friday of July and they don't come back until Monday morning.

No one knows what they do or where they are during this time. They refuse to talk about it.

What no one knows is that James and Sirius lied about Sirius's escape from home. They told everyone Sirius ran away in late August and got to the Potters without much harm.

The truth is, however, that Sirius got kicked out with several hexes being done on him the second week of July. Even though he tried, he didn't make it to the Potters. He collapsed on the edge of a forest, several kilometres away from their house. It was a mere coincidence (or fate) James chose to change his usual running route that day and found Sirius just an hour later.

Ever since July 1976, James and Sirius use the second weekend of the month to go camping and get drunk in a certain forest.

[a-great-tragedy]

“Nice one James!”

Sirius always congratulated James on everything he did, and James always did the same to Sirius. It was one of the many things that made their friendship so special. They were always happy for each other, no matter what. So, when his best friend casts the spell expelliarmus, Sirius obviously praises him.

Except this time he didn’t say it to James.

[resident-gay-bitch]

Sirius Black has been in a whopping total of one relationship. In fourth year, he had a very lovely girlfriend by the name of Mary McDonald. He and Mary are still good friends and he adores her wholeheartedly, and their relationship was really just a bit of good fun.

Sirius Black has kissed a whopping total of sixteen people. All, except Mary, have meant nothing more than a fleeting kiss and a bit of fun. Fourteen of them have been girls, and two very secret ones have been blokes.

Usually, when Sirius gets kissed by whatever fling he’s having at that time, it’s because they want him to shut up. Sirius has a tendency to ramble. He goes on these long, extravagant rants about things that excite him or boil his blood. He gossips and rambles and chatters until his mouth is dry and his jaw hurts too much to say anything else.

He annoys people. He knows that. He’s working on it, slowly. He’s not getting very far, in all these years of trying. He knows this because when he talks for more than three minuets straight, his current make out buddy will just pull him into a kiss and shut him up for a while. And then, if he starts talking again afterwards, they’ll huff and roll their eyes and that’s when Sirius finally stops. He sinks in on himself and hides away and won’t say much about anything for hours.

Sirius only really gets spontaneously kissed when he’s being annoying. He knows this now. And he hates it.

He’s really trying, but he struggles. He struggles so much, it’s just so hard to shut up sometimes when you have such strong emotions like he does.

But he never expected to be too much for James.

He’s rambling, he knows he is. But James never seems to huff or roll his eyes. Sometimes it seems like he zones out and doesn’t listen, but Sirius honestly doesn’t even mind, because James is still there. He might be in his own head, but he’s always still there, and eventually he’ll tune back in and nod along and even ask questions which prompts Sirius to talk even more.

So when Sirius has been rambling for the better part of ten minuets, and James suddenly grabs him and drags him into a quick kiss, Sirius shuts down.

His best friend in the whole world just made him shut up. He’s even gotten insufferable to James. And he knows he’s going on and gossiping about things James doesn’t care about, but if he really doesn’t want to listen he could have just asked.

He didn’t need to make Sirius feel like shit about it.

And it doesn’t help that Sirius has been dreaming about kissing James for years now.

He shuts off, stops talking, and brings his knees up to his chest, “Sorry.” Sirius mutters, and closes his eyes for a moment.

He wants to cry, but he refuses to be so annoying in front of James.

“Sorry?” James asked, sounding confused and kind of offended, “Sorry.” James repeated, and he sounded kind of gutted.

He knows. The worst part is that he knows. He figured it out. He must have. He knows, just from one simple kiss that Sirius is madly in love with him, and that he too hates himself for talking too much. He’s just ruined everything with his inability to shut his fucking mouth.

James has probably been waiting for Sirius to shut up since he got into the dorm, and the only way he could figure out to do it was to kiss his mouth shut.

Sirius is going to cry. He can’t bring himself to say anything before he crawls out of James’ bed curtains and climbs into his own. He draws them shut and curls up under the covers, casting a silencing charm around him before crying himself a headache.

James pokes his head into the curtain after a while. And Sirius really tries his best to not cry more but he can’t help it, he’s so annoying that his cries outweigh the fucking charm.

Just like his mother said. Insufferable chatterbox. He should have let her sew his mouth shut.

“I’m sorry.” James said, sitting at the very end of Sirius’ bed, knees curled to his chest and cheeks stained with sticky tears.

Sirius couldn’t bring himself to say anything, too afraid it would annoy James more. He hates annoying his friends, especially James. Oh, James.

“I shouldn’t have-“ James cleared his throat, “I know we’re best friends, but… well, I suppose we’re not now. But you’re- you’re the one person I’ve always trusted, and you already know, so I’m just gonna say it, okay? I’m… I’m queer.”

Sirius tensed and looked at James, “What?”

“I’m queer.” James confirmed, “And I- I’m sorry I just… I thought maybe you- maybe you felt the same. Sometimes I wonder… when you… you look at me like- like I’m… I don’t know. It’s stupid. It’s all so- I’m so fucking stupid.” James sniffled, rubbing the back of his palm on his nose, “I don’t want to lose you over some stupid feelings, and I know you hate me. I’m sorry your stupid best friend is a queer, I know it’s- I’m… I’m sorry, okay. But I need you to know- I’ve always wanted you to know.”

“You’re…” Sirius sat up, pulling the blankets to his chest, “You’re queer?”

James nodded, “Please don’t tell anyone.” He looked at Sirius through glassy eyes, “Please don’t hate me.”

“James I-“ Sirius launched himself forward, placing his hand over James’ and squeezing it tight, “I’d never hate you. Never. Why would you- Jamie… I’m… me too, okay. I’m… I’m queer too.”

“What?” James sniffled, “You are?”

Sirius nodded, “But I don’t understand what this has to do with me… with me needing to shut up.”

“It has nothing to do with- Sirius…” James pleaded, dipping his head to search Sirius’ eyes, “Where did you get the impression I wanted you to shut up.”

“You kissed me, James!” Sirius defended, “People only ever kiss me like that when I’m being annoying- need to shut up. I… you found my stupid rambling so annoying that you needed to shut me-“

“I don’t find your rambling annoying or stupid, Pads- I’m… don’t you… wait- people do that? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I’m ashamed, obviously, James.” Sirius sobbed, bringing his hands to his eyes, “You’re stuck with a best friend who can’t shut his mouth. Why would I annoy you more by rambling about my petty problems that are entirely my own fault.”

“Because you’re my best friend.” James muttered, pulling Sirius’ hands away from his face, “And you’re meant to tell me these things so I can protect you from them… oh, Sirius, love, I’m so sorry.” James frowned and wiped some of Sirius’ tears away with the calloused pads of his thumbs, “I’m so sorry people treat you that way. I don’t feel like that, love. You know I enjoy your rambling, I love the sound of your voice. It brings me so much comfort.”

Sirius sniffled, “So why would you shut me up like that?”

“Sirius…” James tipped his head with coy smile, “I didn’t shut you up, love. I kissed you.”

“I don’t understand.” Sirius whispered.

“Sirius…” James pressed, “I kissed you.”

Sirius could only blink at him, the dots unable to connect themselves in his head.

James smiled, huffed a soft breath through his nose that Sirius took as an amused sort of laugh. They looked at eachother for a moment, and only a short moment before James was cupping Sirius’ cheeks and pulling him in close to kiss.

This time when James kissed him, it wasn’t to quiet Sirius. It was simply to kiss him. And James kissed him deeply, breathing a heavy sigh through his nose at first contact. His fingers dug deeper into the plush of Sirius’ cheeks and he opened his mouth, slipped in his tongue, and moaned a contented sigh. James kissed Sirius because he wants to kiss Sirius.

Because James seems to feel the same way.

“Oh.” Sirius muttered when the kiss broke, both desperate for air, “You fancy me.”

“Bingo, love.” James murmured, smiling dreamily up at him. His cheeks were flushed, his lips all wet and swollen, his eyes all glassy and soft. He looked positively chaffed to have just done that, and Sirius found his heart leaping out of his chest at the sight.

“You weren’t kissing me to shut me up?”

James shook his head, “I kissed you because every time you go one one of those rants I fight the urge to kiss you all over. Sometimes I even zone out completely and come up with a whole scenario in my head where I kiss you, and you kiss me back, and sometimes we shag and sometimes we don’t, and we lay in bed together, and I get to lay on your chest and listen to it vibrate as you ramble some more. Sometimes I imagine falling asleep to it, to you, because I love you, you make me feel safe. The sound of your voice makes me feel safe, Sirius.”

“Oh.” Came a shattered sob out of Sirius’ mouth, and he melted. James laughed at him softly, wiping the tears in Sirius’ eyes and pulling him in tight for a hug. He even went so far as to scatter kisses all over Sirius’ head.

“I promise I only interrupted you because I found you so unbelievably beautiful in every way that I simply couldn’t resist anymore. I’m so sick of holding back and waiting.” James leant down to kiss his brow, “I don’t want to wait anymore. I want you now.”

“I want you now, too.” Sirius muttered, curling into James, “You make me feel safe too, Jamie.”

“I know, love.” James chuckled, “You tell me all the time.”

Sirius blushed and wrapped himself tighter around James, “Can I kiss you again?”

“Yeah.” James muttered, and couldn’t stop smiling about it.

“I love you.” Sirius whispered as his lips brushed against James’. He pressed a singular, soft little kiss there before whispering more, “I’m sorry if I annoy you with-“

“You don’t. You can’t.” James promised, kissing him again, “Sometimes I wish I was the only person you’d ramble to, so I might get to be special.”

“You are.” Sirius smiled, “You’re the only person who doesn’t find it insufferable.”

“You’re the only person I’d never find insufferable.” James grinned and kissed him hard and deep again. It lingered for a while, the kiss, until their lips were swollen and they were panting for air. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” Sirius promised, “The person I save my most special rambles for.”

James giggled, “And I’m yours. The person who could listen you nonstop talk for the rest of his life and never grow tired of you.”

“You’re mine.” Sirius agreed.

“Lay with me?” James asked, almost desperate sounding, “Let me lay on your chest whilst you finish telling me everything you wanted to say before?”

Sirius smiled and nodded his head, “And once I’ve finished that, I’ll ramble on about all the ways and reasons I love James Fleaumont Potter, because I’ve been dying to talk about that one for years.”

James kissed him through a smile, and they did exactly that.

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OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. SIRIUS DESERVES BETTER AND NOW JAMES IS GOING TO GIVE HIM EVERYTHING HE DESERVES AND MORE!!! THEYRE SO IN LOVE I CANT 😭😭😭

Someone find me a James to spontaneously be kissed by please and thank you

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Just tagging a few people who expressed interest in this little drabble, all my prongsfoot shippers have got to stick together in these sparse conditions I swear: @vintagetee13 @fiendishfyre @snarky-magpie @groundzero-v @lapassemirroir @siriuslycomplex