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myprongsfootera · 3 days
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Prongsfoot Microfic: Kindred
@prongsfoot-microfic - 2/28 - 237 words
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“That’s not fair, they can read each other’s minds!” Peter complained when Sirius figured out James’ pictionary clue from nothing more than a circle with an arrow pointing into it. “They shouldn’t be allowed to be on a team together. How could anyone get ‘Captain’ from that?”
“I can’t read his mind, I’m just better than you are at this game” Sirius said, cocky from their seventh consecutive victory.
“We are simply kindred spirits,” James agreed, a wide grin across his face, “who know each other very well.”
“Bloody cheaters is what you are,” Peter muttered, still sounding irritated. Remus, his partner, was just sitting next to him on the couch looking entertained. He, at least, had gotten used to losing ages ago. From the first evenings they’d started playing, really. 
“We simply work well together,” James said. He didn’t sound like he was taunting - his tone was friendly - but Peter still took offense to it.
“Then partner with me next time and Padfoot can go with Moony. It’ll be a more even match up.”
Remus laughed, which brought all of their attention to him.
“Oh come on, Pete, that’s never going to happen,” Remus said, “They’re going to be a team in every game we play them. You simply have to get used to it.”
James and Sirius grinned at each other madly because Remus was right. They were a team until the end of time.
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jamesunderwater · 5 months
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james' fingers knew the softness of lily's hair sliding between them. they knew how lightly to swipe a tear from harry's round face. they knew where to squeeze around sirius' middle so as not to fall off the back of the motorbike. james potter had long, dancing fingers, deft at toying with snitches and grasping large quaffles and creating the biggest snowballs.
when he yelled, 'lily, take harry and go! it's him! go! run! i'll hold him off!' james' fingers twitched for the wand across the room, too far away to matter. in another world, he held it with skill as he dueled voldemort, not for the first time. in another world the three potters made it to november 1st.
and baby harry got to grasp his father's slender fingers, gnaw on them through his teething phase. and james got to trace his thumb across lily's jaw before kissing her. and sirius slipped his fingers between james' and held their hands against his chest, muttering about how this was too close of a call. and james huddled on his couch with these three people who made up the whole of himself and he gripped them close with his fingers until they ached and burned and hardened with his desperation to keep them all safe.
if that wand had just been within reach.
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forestdeath1 · 1 month
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Sour
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James is sitting on the sofa opposite Remus, completely engrossed in a book. Sirius is propped against his shoulder, idly twirling a lock of his hair and fidgeting with his right foot. Remus is doing his best not to glance at Sirius. It's challenging because Sirius always seems to be the centre of attention in this bloody castle. And that's normal. Perfectly normal.
"Enough with the reading, is there anything you don't already know?" Sirius's tired voice reaches Remus, directed at James.
"I'm trying to find a way to...," James abruptly stops, catching sight of Marlene sitting next to Remus. He clears his throat and continues, "Figure out how to ace the Transfiguration test better than anyone."
"Oh, spare us," Marlene mutters, not bothering to remove the quill from her mouth or look up. "Everyone knows if you lot are hitting the books, it's only to concoct some scheme," she then turns to Remus. "Remus, have you finished? Could you take a look at mine?"
Remus takes her parchment with the Transfiguration essay on it and hands her his. They've got into the habit of helping each other with their essays this year, since Sirius and James have been too wrapped up in their own brilliance and often disregarded his requests.
"What's got you so engrossed?" Sirius leans over to James, flipping the book cover. "Ah. Well, carry on then," he says with a slight smile and lets go of the book, then gives James an approving pat on the chest and suddenly halts, scrutinizing James as if he's a dog that's caught a scent.
Remus looks away, trying to focus on Marlene's essay.
"Where were you today?" Sirius inquires.
Even Marlene looks up at that question.
"What?" James appears puzzled as he looks at Sirius.
"You smell like something sour, lemony. As if you've been swimming in lemons."
"Lemons? What lemons?" James is clearly bewildered.
Ever since he became an animagus, Sirius has had an acute sense of smell. Suddenly, he can detect the scent of perfume of someone who was in the room ten minutes ago, or identify what Peter has brought back to the dorm from the kitchen before even opening it.
"Sour ones, obviously," Sirius leans in closer to James's cheek, sniffing. Then he quickly licks it from bottom to top and immediately claims, "Lemons. Your cheek tastes of lemons. Have you been out with Katie, you muppet?"
Remus blinks in surprise. James laughs, throwing his head back.
"Why Katie?" he asks amidst his laughter, with Sirius still intently looking at him for an answer.
"She's got that lemon-flavoured lip balm."
"What a nightmare."
"Indeed," Sirius concurs.
"Probably just the potion fumes. Lime juice was in today's brew," James shrugs.
"Okay," Sirius immediately loses interest and turns away. James puts the book aside and grabs Sirius by the neck, pulling him close while he tries to squirm free.
"Not a fan of lemons then?" James teases, pulling Sirius's head towards him and leaning in, attempting to press his cheek against Sirius's lips and nose.
"Get off, James, have a wash first," Sirius breaks free, trying to push James's face away with his left hand while attempting to escape his grip with his right. "You smell like Dumbledore."
"That didn't stop you from licking me," James chuckles, keeping a firm hold on Sirius.
"It was a scientific experiment, you idiot! You're going to strangle me!"
Marlene looks at Remus, raising an eyebrow, and whispers:
"What's with them?"
Remus just shrugs and says, "It's normal."
Lately, this has become the new normal, and it looks like the whole school will have to get used to James and Sirius showing affection in new ways, including Sirius casually licking James's cheek as part of a "scientific experiment".
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mycupofrum · 2 months
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"Cubitum Eamus?"
Theme prompt moodboard for @prongsfoot-microfic (February 2024)
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in-flvx · 3 months
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Warming my hands on the bridges I've burned
My first entry into these new @prongsfoot-microfic prompts, with a little moodboard. I took all pictures from Pinterest (Sirius' board and James' board).
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dakogutin · 10 months
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Choosing a seat at the very back of the class wasn't new for James. What was a bit unusual was the absence of Sirius next to such a strategic location, perfect for scheming and surveying opportunities for mischief.
Because the thing is, Sirius is here, and mischief is happening... 
Under James' invisibility cloak...
Between James' legs.
"How rare a sight it is for you to be without Black," the DADA Professor says, startling James into the present.
Sirius, upon hearing his name, had paused his movements.
"Oh, yeah, he's… er... feeling unwell at the moment, Professor. Stayed... in bed." James hopes he hadn't sounded too breathless just now.
Their Professor considers this briefly. "Alright. But just because it's the final classes before your graduation, that doesn't mean these lessons aren't important."
He feels Sirius chuckle, and it sends shivers all over. "Yes, sir." A tongue swirls around the cockhead and James squirms on his seat. "I'll let him know." And thank Merlin he rushed to finish that sentence because from the way Sirius closed his mouth over James' cock, the bastard may have planned to disrupt James talking.
The remainder of the class passes by in a blur with James putting all his focus into controlling his breathing and staying still. All while the invisible force under his desk continues to run his sinful tongue up and down the shaft, dipping into the slit, and swirling around James' balls.
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roalinda · 4 months
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another very late entry for @prongsfoot-microfic 💀 but it's better late than never. 😭
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March 14 + May 27
Study + Hedonism
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"Tell her that your lap is mine." 
Sirius looked up from his Herbology book as a childish whine echoed through the common room. Accompanied with the saddest doe eyes, James sounded like either Sirius had just committed some absurd crime against humanity or had murdered all the strays in the neighbourhood. Either way, this fake pity fest of his was not going to work because James' acting skills were as poor as his eyesight. Right now, he was just jealous, not sad.
"My lap is his," said Sirius with such a poker face that could have put the most professional gamblers into eternal shame to Lily who was unabashedly lounging on the said lap and went back to reading or at least tried to.
"Tell him that sharing is caring," hummed Lily lazily before rolling her eyes, because in all honesty dating James meant dating Sirius as well. Obviously, James disagreed, unamused by her playful approaches towards his best friend.
"Sharing is caring," said Sirius monotonously, already resigned to his fate of being two overgrown children's favourite toy and being fought over and put his book aside. Not that he could read with those two bickering anyway.
"Tell her that I don't care! Your lap is off limits." James stomped his feet and Sirius snickered. "How old are you again?" 
His reply was a cushion in the face which only made Sirius laugh harder as he turned to Lily.
"He doesn't care, my lap is off limits," he parroted.
"Tell him not any more."
"Not any more," this time Sirius' eye twitched as he repeated Lily's words. 
"Tell her…"
"Can you guys just bloody admit that you want to shag Sirius and be done with it? Some of us here want to study." A frustrated voice cut in and everyone gasped.
'Great job Lupin.' 
Sirius thought sarcastically as he glared at Remus who had just presented Lily and James with unnecessary sexual fantasies as if he was shoving a handful of candies down a pair of annoying kids' throats to shut them up. 
James gaped like a fish out of water and Lily's eyes went wide. Well, at least they both had the decency to blush and while Sirius found it amusing he couldn't help but to plan Remus' penile amputation. 
"You want to shag Sirius?" James asked carefully, staring at Lily with wide hazel eyes.
"Who doesn't?" answered Lily casually, voice steady despite her flaming cheeks.
The radio silence would have been funny to Sirius if he was not the main subject of this preposterous erotica.  
"Don't tell me you have not shagged him because I won't believe it, James." 
It went without saying that Sirius was already developing a migraine.
"Actually Sirius shags James. James prefers to bottom," said Remus - the ever helpful - Lupin and James turned the same shade as Lily's hair, hiding his face into his hands. 
'Wanker.'
"Shut up. How do you even know that?" snapped Sirius.
"You guys usually forget the silencing charm and James is loud," Remus raised an eyebrow as if he was talking about tomorrow's weather.
James looked pathetically embarrassed at this point and Lily's amused gaze was making it worse. Sirius sighed in defeat at last. He should have stayed in the library today.
"I'm going to the dorm to cast silencing charms. You two come up whenever James is done with strangling Remus," he told Lily and smirked in satisfaction as James cursed Remus with a stinging hex. 
"Will the show be hot enough to compensate for my boyfriend cheating on me with his handsome best friend?" asked Lily shrewdly, green eyes shining with mischief.
"You have no idea how hot your boyfriend is when he is prettily begging for it. People would pay Galleons to see," Sirius winked cheekily.
"Black, you slut," smirked Lily suggestively. 
"So is your boyfriend. Now, go grab him. My N.E.W.T.s schedule is tight and there are two of you," Sirius laughed merrily in response, persuasive and warm.
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jollyrolls · 11 months
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@prongsfoot-microfic day 3 - Piano
This took me forever to finish!! I wanted to draw Sirius playing the piano like the Iconic scene from Queen where Freddie plays it upside down. Sirius learned classical Piano and violin from a young age as it was the "proper" music in his household. He saw James performing with his mandolin and singing his heart out. And he broke all the "rules" of music and it was chaotic and beautiful and melodious and Sirius fell in love.
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prongsfoot-microfic · 2 months
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strwbi-laces · 3 months
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Prompt: pretend - @prongsfoot-microfic
Look what i found in the drafts
“James?”
“What’s up, Pads?”
“Mind hiding my wand from me?” Sirius holds it out in one shaking palm. “And uh- broom too. It’s just, I can’t go back there without them so…”
James grabs the wand before Sirius has a chance to pull away, his arms dropping like a stone when it is taken.
“Course, yeah.” He pockets it to hide it in his parents’ bedroom later. “Do you want me to sleep in your room tonight?”
“No,” he hums, exhausted. “I’ll probably sneak into yours to find them.”
“Ah, right. But uh-” James breaks off awkwardly. There’s not a lot he could say that Sirius would actually hear right now and the longer he waits, the more suffocating the silence gets. “-You’re doing good, Pads. I’m proud of you.”
The smile that pulls across his face is enough to break James’ heart, like a joke he’s playing along with.
“Yeah, I know Prongs. This is for the best.”
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eastwindmlk · 4 months
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Written for prompt 4: Equipment (433 words) - @prongsfoot-microfic
“She likes you.”
Peter commented when Sirius fell back onto the couch next to the fire. His eyes were glancing at the brunette. Third year. The moment his eyes lifted in her direction, she looked away, caught. He had not even noticed her looking at him.
“Right.” 
He sighed, giving his head a little disappointed shake. So, that was why she had asked him to help with her Charms’ homework then. Clearly, his friend did not catch onto his mood and grinned in his direction.
“Maybe you should ask her out. Get a little action. It’s been ages since you snogged a bird.
The comment irked Sirius for several reasons, but it was simply easier to shut him down with a quick quip back.
“I could say the same for you.”
Everyone laughed, and Peter clutched a hand to his chest in a dramatic display of mock hurt.
“Wow, thank you for the reminder.”
The blonde muttered, stifling a chuckle as he reached for his flask. Chugging the hot chocolate they’d sneaked from the kitchen earlier that evening.
There was a moment of silence before James leaned forward and looked curiously at him, his golden eyes sparkling in the firelight.
“Pete makes a point, though. Why aren’t you going for it? She’s pretty.”
There was an extended silence where Sirius considered not saying anything, blowing off the question, and waiting for a better time. But James was looking at him with that look, and he could not resist. The look had got them into trouble multiple times.
“Not the right equipment, I 'spose.”
He looked around, a little apprehensive. The remark would likely go over Peter’s head, but both Remus and James were sharp enough to catch his drift. It was not the way he intended to come out to his friends. Not that he had something better planned.
“So, why aren’t you snogging some bloke, then?”
James asked casually, completely unbothered by the revelation. A confession he had dreaded for days. Spending countless hours of his sleep wondering what his friends might think. What James might think, only for him to accept it so readily.
Sirius felt his heart swell with hope, his lips spreading into a genuine smile, and his eyes pricked with tears of joy. But he was Sirius Black, and he was going to do what he did best.
“Are you offering?”
His tone was joking, wriggling his eyebrows at them, and he nearly doubled over in laughter, watching Peter cringe. The sound ended abruptly when James replied with shock. A one-two combo of surprises.
“Sure, pucker up, buttercup.”
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myprongsfootera · 2 days
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Prongsfoot Microfic: Hold
@prongsfoot-microfic - 2/29 - 537 words
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“Hold on,” James said, staring at the chalkboard where Sirius was writing out an elaborate schedule for the Marauders’ next prank. In order to avoid getting caught turning everything in the Slytherin dorms to jelly, they had to make sure that they were very precise with their movements, so the plans were detailed. “There is no 29th of February. You got that one wrong, mate.”
All three of his friends stared at him. Remus and Peter looked like they couldn’t believe that he’d just said that, but Sirius could. He absolutely could. James might have been Sirius’ boyfriend and the person he’d loved the most for years even before they’d started dating, but Sirius knew everything about him - including his every flaw. And he was prepared to mock him mercifully for this one.
“How do you have the highest marks in half of our classes?” Peter asked, sounding like James’ words had rendered him temporarily dumb. “Have you never heard of leap years?”
“Don’t be mean, Wormtail,” Sirius said, a taunting smile teasing his features, “it’s not like they happen often, he’s probably forgotten since it’s been four years and his brain doesn’t go back that far.”
“Oh shut it, both of you,” Remus said as they all watched their friend turning a delicious shade of tomato red. It thrilled Sirius that he’d been embarrassed like that. He loved James to the end of the Earth, but sometimes he loved teasing him even more. 
“Et tu, Padfoot?” James asked, “Aren’t you supposed to be on my side? My ride or die? Shouldn’t you be loyal enough to defend my honor?”
Sirius snorted at that. That was hardly how they worked. 
“Against Snape? I’d fight to the death for your honor. Against your own stupidity? You are on your own, and I will enjoy it the most out of everyone.”
“Padfoot?” Remus asked as they watched James’ features go from embarrassed to challenging.
“Yeah?” Sirius asked. He still hadn’t taken his eyes off James, but he had the sense that Remus was going to say something smart and that he should listen.
“Run.”
Sirius cackled and sprinted just in time to avoid James’ arms reaching out to tackle him to the ground. 
Sirius vaulted over two chairs at the back of the room and that was his downfall; his foot caught on the back of one of the chairs and he went crashing down onto the floor. James kept his footing around the chairs and pinned Sirius down.
“Just for that-” he said roughly, “I’m going to make you stop talking.”
But his version of shutting Sirius up was nothing like what he would have done to anyone else. He used the advantage that he knew he had over Sirius: Sirius’ ticklish sides. 
He had Sirius howling with laughter in seconds. 
“Can we get back to the prank?” Peter asked when James stopped and Sirius finally managed to stop laughing. “I’m not missing out on the chance to pull this off just because you two can’t keep your hands off each other.”
Neither Sirius nor James could argue with that, and they were back on topic - with tasks scheduled for the 29th of February - a few minutes later.
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solitaire-sol · 8 months
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02: Number
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Month: August 2023
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By Third Year, James and Sirius had a certain... reputation. They had no problem scoring higher-than-average marks, of course, but holding the attention of either boy was another thing entirely, particularly with the distraction of each other's company. Only Professor McGonagall had any success in keeping Black and Potter's attention on the task at hand, and even then it was accompanied by a sinking feeling that their focus synced directly with its less-than-school-approved uses. No-one in their Transfiguration class would forget the day they covered the Draconifors spell: While most struggled to do more than give their matchbox or pincushion a scale-pattern, James and Sirius had Transfigured an entire flock from wooden spools and discarded Every Flavor Beans boxes and forks nicked from that morning's breakfast table, the palm-sized dragons gem-like and metallic and an eye-searing orange that had once been Peter's prized Chudley Cannons trading-cards. The classroom had been thrown into chaos, students gaping in awe and fending off the tiny reptiles when they began snatching quills and nesting in peoples' hair. McGonagall, in the midst of restoring order, had leveled a stern look at Sirius and James, who were too busy collapsing in laughter at their own cleverness to care.
Privately, Minerva would admit to being at impressed, though that didn't stop her from assigning the proper amount of detention.
When both James and Sirius signed up for Arithmancy, the decision was met by confusion from most and by satisfaction from a few, who anticipated their humbling by the notoriously difficult subject. Those who'd been hoping to see them fail were disappointed: James and Sirius spoke numbers as easily as they did spells, and Ravenclaws who had the misfortune to share a class with them snapped more than one quill over the course of the term, their pride wounded when they spent all night laboring over numerology tomes to produce what James could rattle off while doodling snitches, what Sirius could correlate and defend while devoting a greater amount of concentration to balancing his chair on two hind legs. The careless way they conducted themselves drove Professor Vector mad, but she was fair: Their homework was timely, their classwork faultless, and she spent enough time grilling them to prove that they weren't copying off each other.
Unlike most students, neither James nor Sirius had any interest in knowing their futures; determined, perhaps, to shape them themselves, or convinced that only bright times lay ahead. What piqued their interest was Arithmancy in spell creation, how it could change or alter a spell, which both boys gravitated towards as if the idea itself was a puzzle to be solved.
Such spellwork, of course, lay far beyond their current abilities, as Professor Vector didn't hesitate to say: Even students as talented as themselves could hardly hope to produce proper results with such limited experience.
“Yes, Professor,” they'd chorused, exchanging glances as soon as her back was turned. As always, what was meant as a proscription had been taken as a challenge.
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forestdeath1 · 1 month
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Disuse
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”Oh, come on, is he completely thick?" James grumbles, a bit louder than he probably should. "You could answer that just by using logic."
They have a Transfiguration class with Slytherin, and McGonagall has asked Mulciber one of the exam questions. He's been staring into space in front of him for a minute now, continually coming up with more and more unbelievable answers. McGonagall is waiting — Mulciber promised her that if she takes him for NEWT level, he'll become the top of the class.
"His brain's just gone from disuse" says Sirius, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. "Oi, Mulciber!" he continues in a whisper. "Would you donate your head for a Quidditch match? You're not using it anyway."
Laughter spreads from the Gryffindor side, and McGonagall turns her head towards Sirius. Mulciber is about to say something, but the professor stops him with a look:
"Mr. Mulciber, think twice before you start a quarrel."
"As a class, we've pretty much figured out he's got nothing to think with ," Sirius adds quietly, yet loud enough for everyone to hear.
From behind, a weary voice of Remus goes, "Here we go…"
"Mr. Black," the professor's eyebrow menacingly raises. "Do you consider yourself the smartest?"
"Me?" Sirius feigns surprise. "Not me. James," he nods in his direction. "And you, Professor."
James laughs, but McGonagall, apparently, is not amused by this statement.
"Sometimes I think you've reached the limits of your insolence, but you outdo yourself every time, Mr. Black."
"Actually, that's a compliment to you, Professor," James chimes in. "We even composed a song for you yesterday."
"Would you like us to sing, Professor?" Sirius picks up.
Before McGonagall can react, the boys start singing in unison:
"The best professor in the world is Professor McGonaga…"
In the next second, both are pulled out of the room by a spell, and the door slams shut loudly behind them.
"Seems she's not in the mood today," James says through laughter, as Sirius has fallen on top of him. He laughs, burying his face in James's neck, trying to muffle the loudness of his voice.
"Well," Sirius looks up at James with an intense gaze. "Since we've got some free time, what shall we do?"
"The dorm's free," replies James, with a slight smile.
"Reading my mind, Prongs."
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mycupofrum · 3 months
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Written for @prongsfoot-microfic for 5 Jan 2024 (darkness). Rating: T. Angst, first wizarding war. James battles with his dark side. Read here or on AO3.
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Darkness 
He was shaking violently, unable to process what had happened. 
"James!" someone cried out. "Prongs." 
James blinked, looking up. When had he sat down on the floor? His hands were curled into tight fists, and his wand was somewhere out of sight. 
"James, you're in shock. Come on, we need to go." 
When nothing made sense, his voice was the only thing that made him move. 
James stood up, barely noticing hands supporting him, pulling him up. 
"You're alive?" 
"Of course I'm alive, you great berk," Sirius huffed in exasperation. "Come on, we need to leave now." 
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James Potter despised the Dark Arts, he had for his whole life. The practice of something so vile was nothing but a mad attempt to taint what should be kept pure, light, good. Energy existed in everyone and everything, but only some possessed it in such quantities that it manifested as magic. 
The war was ruthless, affecting everyone's lives. Who could tell what was good anymore? What was the point, when it could be taken away? 
The thoughts raced through his mind as he pointed his wand at the woman.  
"I'll kill you for what you did to him." 
She lay defenceless on the floor, thanks to a well-aimed Jelly-Legs Curse, leering at him, her dark eyes blazing. "You don't have it in you, itty-bitty Potter." 
James's wand shook, but having witnessed his best friend lying behind him, broken and lifeless, made him tighten his grip on his wand. 
Darkness welled up inside him, engulfing him, and where he would normally push it aside, he did the unthinkable.  
He welcomed it. 
"Crucio." 
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James was nestled up on the sofa against the warm, alive body. 
He felt wrong. Stained. Ruined. 
"Fuck, Pads, I…" His words trailed off. 
All he knew were those hands gripping him tightly, hands that had held on to him during a side-along Apparition, guided him to one of the Order's safehouses. Hands that had healed his cuts, wiped away the excess blood. 
"You're here. You're not dead. You're really –" James rasped. 
"I'm here, Prongs. You think it's that easy to get rid of me?" Sirius's voice vibrated in his chest beneath James's fingertips. 
James looked up from the warmth of Sirius's neck. The grey eyes met his, understanding, a storm raging beneath the calm exterior. 
"It was a trick. I was never hurt." 
"I…" James heaved a breath, disgusted with himself. "I used the Crucio on her. Bellatrix." 
"She deserved it." Sirius's voice was devoid of regret. 
"D'you think I –" 
"Killed her? I don't know, didn't exactly stick around to find out. More likely you hurt her so thoroughly she'll think twice about messing with anyone's mind again. " 
James tried not to think about the revolting image of Bellatrix lying on the floor with her eyes open, bleeding from her nose and ears. She'd looked on the brink of death, and James hadn't halted the curse until his hand shook so badly that he dropped his wand. 
He'd thought Sirius was dead, that the centre of his universe, the only thing that made sense to him in the world, was gone. She'd made it happen, using Legilimency, persuading James to come out of hiding to save Sirius in a shack where he was supposed to be held for torture. 
James had gotten there, seen a body he thought was Sirius, dead on the floor. Before he'd had time to process what he saw, he'd been greeted by her. The cousin. 
Their duel had almost destroyed the building, but she'd underestimated him, arrogant enough to believe James was easy to beat after thinking he'd suffered a great loss. 
She hadn't realised that James refused to accept living in a world where Sirius didn't exist. 
"I know a lot of ways to hurt the enemy, and I don't mind doing it to Death Eaters. But I performed an Unforgivable. That only works when…" James closed his eyes. "When you mean it." 
Sirius's hand moved to his hair, stroking it gently. "I'm sorry you were put in that position, James."  
They hadn't been able to communicate as much as usual. Lily was pregnant, and it hadn't been without its complications, so James needed to take care of her. Neither of them had envisioned having a baby in the middle of the war, but it had forced them to try to make the shambles of their relationship work. 
James drew a long breath, his trembling body eventually settling against Sirius's warmth. 
"This war fucks with all of us," Sirius added. "We all resolve to do things we wouldn't normally do." 
"The thing is," James said, shame weighing heavy on him, "I don't really find it in myself to regret it." 
He locked his eyes with Sirius, whose gaze betrayed no hint of judgement. 
"I'd do it again. For you." 
Sirius's eyes flashed with something unspoken as he wrapped his arms around James even tighter.  
After a few minutes, James fell asleep with a feeling of warm lips pressing a light kiss on his temple and barely a whisper saying something he would forget when he woke up in a few hours. 
"I'd do far worse for you, Prongs."
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in-flvx · 9 months
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James is aware that he is making a spectacle of himself. He had opted for both short shorts and a crop top today. His left football sock is sitting firmly on his knee, but the right one has artfully slid down. His brand new aviators aren't all that thick, even with his dioptres, and he is very sure that the cherry flavored lollipop is staining his lips. In front of his teammates he was able to play off the love bite on his inner thigh as a bruise from training, but Sirius should be well aware what really caused it.
James shoulders his trainings bag and bids his teammates goodbye, fully aware that sirius will be already waiting for him outside the training center. James bounds outside, the training not nearly enough to tire him out. If anything it had given him more energy.
The sun bites into his eyes, despite his shades, but it's nothing to the sight of Sirius. Leant against his sleek Bentley, smoking, in black clothes that could be painted onto him. He is a piece of art, the strands of his hair that have fallen out of his bun manage to somehow still move with wind that is not existent for the rest of the world. His full lips form into a flawless o-shape for smoke rings, even as he eyes James. His eyes rest on the bruised thigh for a moment, before they find James' eyes, and Sirius' expression melts into this world-ending, blinding smile of his. Small, cherry flavoured shards scatter in James' mouth - he must have bitten down on his lollipop.
Sirius, the very reason James wants to make a spectacle of himself. He loves to work him up. Sirius, whose expression typically ranges from haughty to bored unless he finds something to truly engage him. With his grandiose ideas, sharp mind, and the most biteable arse the World has ever seen... James bounds up to him and they share a very heterosexual, very manly hug. James has a hard time not to bite into the free shoulder Sirius presents to him like it's nothing, and then has to scramble quickly into the passanger seat, just to hide his hard on from what Sirius whispered into his ear: "that bruise on your thigh looks lonely. I'll make sure there will be more to keep it company"
Whatever sweat James had broken into in training, it's nothing against the drive back to their flat, with Sirius' hand on his thigh, absentmindedly stroking and petting it while driving. Driving the car, and James mad in the meantime.
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