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List of Prompt Words for February 2024 Microfics

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Prongsfoot Microfics is a no-pressure, zero-commitment, daily challenge for short drabbles and ficlets featuring James and Sirius. Choose a word that inspires you, write a micro-fic about it, and tag us in it.

Introducing a new monthly category: 5 Bonus Theme Prompts!

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[mycupofrum]

"Cubitum Eamus?"

Theme prompt moodboard for @prongsfoot-microfic (February 2024)

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[dakogutin]

invisible

nsfw warning

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.

@prongsfoot-microfic

[jaylienpotter]

October 6th @prongsfoot-microfic prompt "blow" (I'm v late ik, I'm sorry)

Birthday

James sat at his desk studying - or trying to. He was in his last year at Loughborough University, studying sport science. Besides wanting be a professional athlete, he also decided on helping those in that area. He could be a sports psychologist, since he always had a passion for helping, or a coach. He had options and time. He just needed to focus.

His phone rang. 'Sirius' - scratch that plan.

They exchanged numbers after Black finished the commission of drawing Potter's dog, Padfoot. It was on the owner's phone screen. To his delight, Pads was also inspiration for a small ceramic sculpture, 'consider this extra as a thank you for your family's pottery lessons', Sirius had said.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Sirius."

"I know, I have your contact saved. And there aren't many Siriuses, I reckon." His smile was probably audible. The other boy had the same type of humour, which was comforting.

"I'm special like that. So uhm... My birthday's next week's Friday. I don't normally celebrate it but my friend Marlene insisted on doing something since we don't see each other much ever since I moved here. We're going to a bar, just us, her girlfriend and my ex."

"Your ex?" Perhaps he still had feelings for them? I mean, wasn't it awkward to be around an ex?

"Yeah, he's my best friend. Even after the breakup." He. If it hadn't been clear already, this was the confirmation that the hottest man James had ever met was, in fact, not straight.

"Oh, that's nice."

"So... Would you like to come? You don't have to, I understand that we haven't met long ago and you don't know my friends..."

"I'd love to!" Maybe he answered a tad too fast. But Black didn't seem to mind.

"Wicked! It's at The Bell Foundry. How does 8 PM sound?"

"Perfect!"

"Brill. A'ight, see ya then, mate. Oh, and don't get me anything." He definitely would.

"Bye, cheers."

Potter got there 15 minutes earlier. He was used to arriving first. When the birthday boy arrived, the tanned one blushed, heart skipping a beat. Fuck, he's bloody hot.

Glittery sheer crop top, his pierced nipples and chest tattoo visible, ripped black jeans with fishnets underneath, a buckled belt and chains, high heeled platform black boots, a choker that James wanted to pull, several silver necklaces and rings, and a glittery black smokey eye makeup with star rhinestones on the inner corners. His sharp features were even more noticeable with his hair in a messy bun.

"Like what you see?"

"Uh- I-" He composed himself and cleared his throat "Happy birthday!" The other man snorted but didn't press on the matter.

"Thank you. And thanks for coming."

"Thanks for the invitation. I know you told me not to but... I was never good with following orders." It was half true. He obeyed those he looked up to, like his parents and coach. Other than that? Mischief maker that looked too innocent for his own good.

He extended a black tote bag with a ribbon. "You really didn't need to-"

"I wanted to. Go on, open." Pale hands opened the bag, a bit confused. "It's empty?" To further confuse him, Jamie grinned.

"Oh silly me! It's backwards!" He exclaimed theatrically, took the bag and turned it inside out, revealing a Guns 'N' Roses logo. "There you go!"

"Bloody hell, this is great! You like them too??"

"Haven't heard much, to be honest. But you were wearing a graphic shirt the day we met and you have a quote of them on your Instagram so I figured you were a fan."

"That's actually so thoughtful, thanks." Good, he doesn't see it as creepy. You can relax now.

They hugged and pulled away after a whistle caught Sirius's attention.

"Happy birthday Starlight!"

"Moony!" He ran and hugged who Potter presumed was the ex. He was a tad intimidating. Very tall, neutral expression that could hide so much emotion, some few scars that indicated fights... Yet he was strangely attractive. He could see the appeal.

The brown haired lad hugged back, patting his friend's head. Potter couldn't help but feel jealous.

"Meet my new friend James! James, this is Remus."

"Hi, nice to meet you." Was the waving awkward?

"Likewise. Yer here early. I usually have to wait for ye." He had turned to his ex and swiftly put a cigarette between his chapped lips.

"Yeah, wanted to be with James before anyone else got here so he wouldn't be alone." Potter wasn't blushing. He wasn't. He was.

"Oh, thanks. That's nice of you."

"I'm always nice." The snicker coming from the tallest lad indicated otherwise. And from the little James already knew about Black, he was definitely very cheeky. "We should probably head inside. We'll catch a cold if we wait for Marlene."

"I dunno how ye two manage to be late everywhere. If ya weren't both gay, ya'd be a perfect match. Ye two go ahead, imma finish my smoke."

It had taken another half an hour before the last two members of the party arrived together. The mentioned Marlene was a short bubbly non-binary Filipino who was unapologetically loud. Their girlfriend Dorcas was more collected yet sociable. Her very dark skin looked amazing with the bright colours of her outfit.

Potter's nervousness eased after a while. They hit it all off well, albeit being ever so slightly jealous of 'Moony'.

"So what's the deal between ye two?" They both looked over to where the birthday boy was moving his hips to the music, next to a box dyed blonde head.

"Oh, we're just friends." Sadly. The tallest probably read his mind, giving him an unreadable look.

"I reckon he fancies ye. I recognise those eyes. Don't know ye but I'd say y'also do."

Saved by the bell, or rather, by the cake. "Happy birthday to you..." Dorcas had a cake in her hands, placing it next to James. Marlene was pulling their friend through the crowd.

"Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday dear Sirius..." All four were singing, some clubbers and bartenders joined, others didn't bother. Black seemed to love the attention he was getting.

"Happy birthday to you!" The grin. The eye twinkle that matched the top. He ought to celebrate his anniversary from now on.

"Make a wish!" Silver eyes shut as if concentrating very hard and the candles were blown. People cheered and went back to their lives.

"Thank you all for this. Really. Did you make it, Dorcas?"

"Yes I did. My famous chocolate fudge."

"You're amazing. A'ight, let's cut it before Moony starts drooling." They all laughed.

The cake was top tier. The music had been great. The environment was friendly and so were the people. All in all it was a very fun night, one like James hadn't had in a long time.

[gracelesslady23]

Visual - July 13

@prongsfoot-microfic

Alone in the dorm at last, James jumps onto his bed, bouncing slightly as his mattress undulates beneath him. He draws his slightly scratched and well used laptop to his lap eagerly.

Sirius said he’d be out their shared dorm most of the evening, but on-campus, university student, something unexpected could always crop up. A fire drill, a lost freshman knocking for directions, Pete calling his mobile incessantly asking for help on his maths assignment. So even with Sirius out, there really was no telling how much time he would get alone, and James planned not to waste a single second of the time he was given.

Hands flew across the keyboard, the password screen disappearing to reveal a half-written ethics essay. James made a face and quickly minimised the window before it could kill the vibe entirely.

Within a couple of clicks, James had banished the rest of the open windows and opened OnlyFans in fresh incognito tab.

His cursor blinked at him from the search bar. But his fingers, posed over the keyboard, hesitated to type his usual line of text… redhead woman, tit play…

His stomach squirmed as his mind’s eye brought forward a very different visual from that morning. Shoulder-length, dark hair, still dripping from the shower. Droplets running rivets down firm pectorals and a flat stomach, only to be absorbed by a white fluffy towel that was tied tantalizingly low on slender hips. Blood rushed to James’s groin and his pants tightened. Before he could second guess himself James was typing something entirely new into the search bar.

He palmed himself absentmindedly through his pants as he flicked through the first couple of search results. Even though he clicked through to one or two profiles, it wasn’t until he was halfway through the second page of results, he found something that fully captured his interested.

James swallowed, mouth dry. The profile pic… it looked just like him.

A stab of guilt penetrated through the haze of lust. James glanced at the door to the hallway beyond. It was closed and silent, the lock still turned. Sirius wouldn’t be back for hours, he reminded himself, and besides, hopelessly pining over his best friend wasn’t getting him anywhere. Maybe this was the only way to get it out of his system. It was worth a try at least.

James clicked through to the profile and then to the most recent of the free content teasers. The video had a shirtless man, face half hidden by a long dark fringe in the thumbnail. James’s hand slipped underneath the waistband of his pants, his heart thumping in anticipation.

He clicked play.

The man on the screen flicked his fringe out of his eyes, a devilish smirk on his lips.

“Hello, gorgeous –”

The deep sensual voice, travelling through James’s tinny speakers was abruptly silenced as James slammed down on the space bar. His eyes widened in disbelief. His hard on, which should have softened at the rude surprise that had found him, only throbbed, hardening further.  

Because the man on the video, didn’t just look like Sirius –

It was Sirius.

[padfootastic]

Day 25 - Braid

written for @prongsfoot-microfic!

The minute Remus saw the braids in Sirius’ hair, he knew it would be a bad day.

If it was just one, or even two, then there wouldn’t be a need to resort to such dramatics but that there were…three, four, five—sheesh who hurt him—six, seven braids in total meant that, well. Either someone was about to die or James was about to combust. Sirius would be doing the killing, of course, because how dare anyone push James to such an edge but that didn’t make any it any better. If anything, it was worse. Remus resigned himself to clean-up duty and damage control for the rest of the week.

Sirius’ hair was like a Richter scale determining the seismic intensity of James’ emotions. Oh, two-three braids? Not that bad, could just be a regular day. Five? Yellow flag. Houston, we have a problem.

A six-seven pointer? Steer clear for there’s either thunderclouds brewing or dangerous levels of brooding going on.

But, anything eight or above? Immediate evacuation. The entire surrounding area is at risk of total annihilation. All of Sirius’ considerable capabilities would be geared towards managing James, leaving everyone else vulnerable.

So when Remus sees the seven braids, tied into an intricate updo, he immediately gathered his things and got up. Better to make his escape now.

But it’s the look on Sirius’ face that made his brisk walk turn into a near run as he tried to get away from the blast radius as quickly as possible.

He sighed in relief as a large explosion rocked the ground beneath his feet the moment he cleared the corner. Thank Merlin.

[benjamin-ovich]

i take off my hands and i give them to you.

(send me a richard siken line and i'll write a mini-fic inspired by it)

A wintery morning, the world a blur of white. Soft light on James’ shoulders, his honey skin, eyes the colour of a tender dawn – he’s using a wet cloth to gently sponge the drying, rust-red blood off Sirius’ face, all the movements cautious and delicate. “What happened this time?”

“What always happens,” Sirius replies, in a dull, empty voice.  

James sighs, slides the cloth over the constellation of fresh bruises on Sirius’ chest. “One of these days you’re going to pick a fight with the wrong person, and get yourself killed.”

Sirius doesn’t say anything, just sits there and watches James wring the towel dry into a nearby bucket. Memories of the previous night return to him, fuzzy around the edges – the blood in his mouth, sweat-slicked robes clinging to his skin, shattered glass flying into the air. Laughing madly as he took blow after devastating blow from the enormous stranger at the bar. 

“Sometimes I think you like getting beat up,” James tells him, with a slight undercurrent of bitterness in his tone. “That you go out and ask for it on purpose.”

Sirius shrugs. He doesn’t want to admit it, that it’s easier to bleed from his body than his heart – that one kind of pain is capable of drowning out the other. It’s not James’ fault he wouldn’t understand; his soul is still clean, unscarred, and Sirius adores him for it.   

So he just slips his fingers between James’ instead, intertwining them. Even James’ hands are beautiful; every layer, every crease of skin, every outline of bone. Hands that love collecting the scattered fragments of Sirius and making them whole again. Hands that have rubbed steady, grounding circles into Sirius’ back on the nights he couldn’t stop crying, hands that painstakingly piece him back together each time Sirius comes home covered in bruises. Hands that heal and hold and help. Hands that never tire of saving him.

James’ expression looks troubled. “Tell me what you’re thinking, Pads.”

There’s a terrible, incessant ache in Sirius' chest where he’s buried all the words he can’t quite make himself say: I love you. I wish I knew how to be better. Sorry that you’re always cleaning up my messes.

“I’m thinking that you have lovely hands."

“You know,” James’ gaze meets Sirius’, jewel-bright and vivid against the pale backdrop of morning, “I’d take them off and give them to you, if it would make you any less self-destructive.”

"I know," Sirius says, and he does know.

[struttingstag]

growing old

prompt for april 16th, 2024

Stag Microfic: A James Potter Series [Info & Rules | AO3 Collection | Discord]

[lemongrass77777]

Prompt: February 29th - Hold

For @prongsfoot-microfic

Wordcount: 384

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Sirius tiptoed across the freezing dormitory toward James’ bed. He’d had nightmare that had felt horridly real. He felt as if he’d bore through a grim, dark, never ending winter.

"James, are you awake?"

"Yeah, Come on in here," James mumbled, opening the curtains of his four-poster. He was lying on his stomach. Sirius shoved him aside to he could get in. They curled up together, James’ well built arms holding Sirius’ frigid body. Flowers flowered in his chest, as if spring had finally come, and his florets were free to bloom, after that harsh, hibernal season.

"Sirius?"

"Yeah, James?"

"There a reason you’re here tonight, or?"

"I just…had a bad dream."

"Do you wanna tell me what it was about?"

Sirius thought about it for a moment.

"I dreamt that I was forced to go back to Grimmauld place…To my mother. She kept calling me awful names. I think you were there too? It had to have been you, but you looked a bit different, you had a nasty scar on your face and your eyes were a different color. You seemed worried. 

I wasn’t allowed to leave the house, it was like I was in a prison, and the walls were closing in one me. I think part of me died there. But then I was in a dark room? Bellatrix was dueling me, I fell backwards and I couldn’t see anything and it was cold. I heard someone screaming my name. It was horrible scream, the kind you make when you’re in deep sorrow.”

James stood silent.

“It’s fine, it was just a dream, you know I get nightmares all the time,” Sirius added.

“I do know, I just hate that this happens to you so often—Maybe we could brew a vat of dreamless potion for you.”

“Good idea, Prongs.”

James moved his hand to twirl Sirius’ hair.

“I’d never let that happen to you, not even if I was cold, and dead, and gone. You’re never going back to Grimmauld Place.”

As James peppered soft kisses on his neck, Sirius decided to let himself believe that, at least for the moment; even if he knew it couldn’t be true, even if he knew in his heart of hearts he didn’t dream ordinary dreams, he had to believe.

[siriuslystarbucks]

Cat Mistake

Written for @prongsfoot-microfic prompt April 1, 2023: Magical

James likes being able to pick Sirius up like this. It's fun, getting to scoop him up and hold him against his chest as he walks from class to class. 

Sirius finds it less amusing, but maybe that has less to do with James picking him up all the time and more to do with him being a cat. He doesn't need to be able to talk to communicate that he doesn't like this whole 'cat' business. He's a dog, thru and thru.

"You've still got black fur," James tells him. "That's got to count for something."

Sirius looks up at him and blinks slowly.

"Oh, enough of that." He kisses the top of his head. Merlin, his fur is so bloody soft like this. He kisses him again. "You'll be back to normal soon-- so big you can knock me over without trying." James starts to pull away, but Sirius stretches up and bops his head against James's chin. 

James pauses in moving away and looks at him.

Sirius looks right at him and meows pointedly.

James scratches at his ears-- much lighter than he does to Padfoot as a dog. He starts purring and James coos, uncaring of the way some other students look at him as they pass by. Hell, Sirius is so damn cute like this that he barely sees them. "You are the cutest thing ever," he squeals. 

Sirius snuggles closer, curling into James and purring louder.

[in-flvx]

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).

[prongsfoot-microfic]

List of Prompt Words for January 2024 Microfics

Mar 23 prompts, Apr 23 prompts, May 23 prompts, June 23 prompts, July 23 prompts, Aug 23 prompts, Sep & Oct 23 prompts, Nov 23 prompts, Dec 24 prompts

Prongsfoot Microfics is a no-pressure, zero-commitment, daily challenge for short drabbles and ficlets featuring James and Sirius. Choose a word that inspires you, write a micro-fic about it, and tag us in it.

Introducing a new monthly category: 5 Bonus Theme Prompts!

You can use any of the theme prompts to create different types of media - pick a line or theme that inspires you, and create a playlist, moodboard, collage, edit or anything else prongsfoot-related and share it with us!"

We are excited to see your works for this month!

See the FAQ for more info or shoot us an ask

[strwbi-laces]

@prongsfoot-microfic

Prompt: tool

“Hey, man.”

“Hi, James,” Sirius holds the phone up with his ear as he fiddles with his heels, finally feeling the aftershocks of the party. “How did it go with Lily?”

James groans across the line. “The usual. She told me to fuck off.”

“Shame.”

“Yeah. Anyways,” he laughs, heat flaring into his voice. “You wanna come over?”

He’s such a dickhead. Absolute tool.

“Okay,” Sirius breathes. “Fifteen minutes, yeah?”

“Cool. And uh— wear that one lipstick, won’t you? Aight, see you bro.”

Sirius glances at the MAC lipstick Lily lent him a month ago.

“See ya.”

[dakogutin]

for @prongsfoot-microfic prompt: miracle [387 words] smutmas day so cw: nsfw

Sirius can safely say it’s a miracle that he hasn’t come yet– but really, that’s just because he’s in control of their pace. 

He slowly pushes his cock inside James’ scorching wet mouth. It feels like ages that they’ve been at this, but it’s absolute bliss. They agreed to take it slow, and they most definitely did. Sirius keeps James’ head in place, relishing in the feeling of James’ throat constricting around him, that James is currently fighting his reflexes, barely breathing, just to suck Sirius’ cock. It’s maddening.

When Sirius decides to finally let him off for air, he feels a palm on his arse, pressing, urging him to go deeper.

Sirius rasps out a moan in between laboured breaths. 

And then, just to seal everything, James flutters his eyes up to meet Sirius’ downturned gaze.

“Fuck,” is all Sirius manages to say, coming out in a whisper. He shuts his eyes tight and grounds himself in his tight grip on James’ hair, but the image of James’ tear-stricken face and adoring round eyes is engraved in his mind. 

He doesn’t know how long he stood there, trying to come down from his edge, with his cock nestled in James’ throat. He’d feel James lose his composure, gagging, but he’d also feel when James recovered, and sucked. It’s too much. He’s too close.

Sirius pulls off.

The wet sound of James’ lips sliding off is followed by his guttural gasp for air, then a hoarse chuckle.

“I felt you were close.”

“Shut up,” Sirius growls, immediately leaning down to capture those swollen lips in a hungry and sloppy kiss. “You can’t look at me like that. It’s just cheating.”

James grins, wide and smug and devious. “Like what?” 

But before Sirius can even roll his eyes at that, James’ fingers are closing around his cock, and stroking.

Sirius’ knees almost give out from the unexpectedness. “James,” he breathes out, “I can’t… fuck… I’m…”

“It’s alright,” James whispers, “You can let go. You’ve been such a good boy.” 

James’ hand speeds up and Sirius can no longer control the sounds coming out of his mouth.

 “Look at me.”

Sirius has no room for his own thoughts anymore. He can only obey, and he’s staring back at James’ round chocolate eyes, hard and steady.

“Come.”

And Sirius does.

[eastwindmlk]

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.”

[microficmay]

Microfic Challenges!

Here are some microfic challenges that you are welcome to combine with the 2024 prompts for @microficmay 🥰

Ongoing:

@drarrymicrofic - Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy

@hinnymicrofic - Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley

@snarrymicrofics - Harry Potter/Severus Snape

@remadoramicrofics - Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks

@wolfstarmicrofic - Remus Lupin/Sirius Black

@prongsfoot-microfic - James Potter/Sirius Black

@jegulus-microfic - James Potter/Regulus Black

@jilymicrofics - Lily Evans Potter/James Potter

@pandalilymicrofics - Lily Evans Potter/Pandora Lovegood

@struttingstag - James Potter

@sapphicmicrofics - HP femslash

@marauders-rarepair-fics - Marauders rare pairs

@microcest - incest (multi-fandom)

On Hiatus:

@sapphicmarauding - Marauders femslash

@hpmicrofic - all HP ships or gen