#prongsfoot drabble

[siriusblack-the-third]

Haven't written anything in a little while so here's a short prongsfoot drabble :))

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Sirius can't find James.

Ergo, he does the most logical thing that can be done in this situation— goes to the Marauders' hidden library.

It wasn't originally a library. Sirius isn't sure it can be called one now either, but it's theirs, and the boys are proud of it. They found a hidden room behind the tapestry of Wilhelm the Weird in their second year, and Remus and James— the bookworms that they were— immediately pounced on the idea of setting up their own little library/ experimentation nook. It took them most of third year to set it up, what with dragging furniture to the fourth floor and smuggling in curtains and a chandelier and carpets and other stuff. Now, in their seventh year, it's the Marauders' favourite place.

Sirius slips behind the tapestry and places a palm on a particular stone. "I solemnly swear," he murmurs, lips twitching at the password they had set at the beginning of fourth year, "that I am up to no good. Marauder's honour."

Immediately, a door materialises next to the stone, and he turns the handle and swings it open silently. The walls are covered in shelves upon shelves of books ranging from magical theory to textbooks for Mastery to research papers to old myths and ancient histories to stories and novels and fiction and nonfiction— you name it. The candles and chandelier are lit, and the circular hearth in the centre of the room sports a magical smoke-free fire in a soft green. Sirius smiles. Green is James' favourite colour.

As expected, James is curled up in his favourite cozy green armchair, knees tucked close to his chest and glasses at the tip of his nose. His head is buried in that giant book Mr Potter sent him an hour ago, Arithmantic Advancements in The 18th Century, and it is no surprise to Sirius that he is almost a quarter of the way through it. James has a phenomenal reading speed, and is obsessed with Arithmancy.

Nerd, Sirius thinks fondly as he leans against the doorframe with his hands in his pockets, knowing full well that the term applies to him as well. All the Marauders are giant nerds and they know it, they own it; they make being a nerd cool.

Quiet as death, he pushes off the doorframe and moves forward till he is standing behind James, then leans down to murmur in his ear.

"Boo."

"AAI ZAVLI!"

James near about jumps out of his skin, and Sirius dodges the reflexive curse with a loud roar with laughter that echoes off the walls of the room. James reaches out to smack him upside the head, and Sirius lets him, too busy with doubling over and clutching his stomach to mind it much.

“Ton visage,” he gasps breathlessly, shoulders shaking with mirth, “ah putain, ton visage—”

He breaks off once again into helpless laughter, and James huffs indignantly.

“I could have hurt you, murkha!” he exclaims, and Sirius laughs even harder even though he knows just how dangerous that curse was. It would have made him cough up his lungs— certainly a most painful way to die.

“We both know the counterspell, mon amour,” he breathes, still chuckling. “I'd have been fine.”

James huffs again and crosses his arms over his chest, glaring up at Sirius. Times like these, Sirius relishes the few inches he has on James; he smirks and leans down to press a kiss to his forehead, raising a hand to tangle his index finger in a strand of pitch black hair and tug gently as a silent apology.

James cocks an eyebrow, and Sirius simply grins back, making him sigh in exasperation.

“Fine, fine, I forgive you,” he grumbles, and Sirius beams, wrapping an arm around him and tugging him forward into a soft, chaste kiss. James melts into the contact, reaching up to cup Sirius' cheeks and tilting his head down for a better angle.

“What did you want?”

Sirius shrugs. “I couldn't find you.”

He does not really have another answer, and they both know he does not need one. James gríns, that one expression that always promised chaos. “Then, help me get back at Moony, for giving me shit about that essay on reactive properties of powdered dragon scale.”

Sirius grins back, silver eyes sparking with mischief.

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Translations

Aai zhavli: Marathi, literally "mother is fucked"

Murkha: Marathi, "idiot"

Ton visage: French, "your face"

Ah, putain: French, "oh fuck"

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@roalinda @gracelesslady23 @strwbi-laces @prongsfoot-wolfstar

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[the-chaosbringer]

Here I am, after weeks of radio silence, with a little prongsfoot. Enjoy!

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"Mmh... uh- ah—"

"Putain—"

"Harder!"

"I got you- shit—"

"Right there! There— hah- please, faste— ah, uh, mmph fuck- ah!"

"Bordel Jamie– merde, so fucking tight– ngh!"

Peter exchanged wide eyed stares with Remus, a furious blush covering his entire face. Remus, on the other hand, was desperately trying to stuff his entire fist into his own mouth to stop himself from bursting into laughter. Sirius' bed slammed against the wall again and again in time with James' continuous uh-uh-uh's, hard enough to make the posts shake and creak, but the boys didn't seem to care.

"Fuck- Sirius!"

Oh Merlin, so this was why the door to the dormitory had been warded. Fuck, Peter should never have asked Remus to open it.

An honest to Morgana high pitched wail echoed around the room, and Peter immediately grabbed a near-catatonic Remus by the bicep and dragged him out. He slowly shut the door behind him, and the sounds cut off abruptly.

Remus pulled his fist out of his mouth and cackled.

"Your face," he wheezed, doubling over and clutching his stomach, "oh, Merlin, your face!"

Peter simply stood there with his eyes wide, silently vowing to himself that if the door was ever warded, he was not getting Remus to open it ever again.

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[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

If you want to read more of my work you can find it all here :)))

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

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[fiendishfyre]

Okay, it starts off with Sirius taking James to the astronomy tower to show him the stars and constellations, etc. It's their thing, Sirius quizzes James on it, Sirius tells him the stories associated with it.

They do when need a break from life and stress.

Years pass and James goes into hiding with Lily and Lil Harry. James wants Sirius there, he needs him to keep him sane.

"I can't look up at the night sky and find comfort if you're not there."

Sirius gives him a pained look. Sirius can't look to his side and find James missing from it.

They are each other's safe place. But things are the way they are. But it doesn't mean he can't give something to James. He gets a clear quartz crystal pendant and carved a star in it and imbues it with just enough of his magic for james to sense it.

"You carry a part of me, always, Jamie, but here's something to physically hold to when you're losing yourself in the starry night, I'll be there, trust me. Watching, holding on to everything you've given me." They kiss. Lily smiles at them, holding a small Harry.

That awful night happens and Sirius doesn't even have time to properly mourn his love before he's spirited away to Azkaban. Years pass, he escapes and he goes to the abandoned, dustry home, knowing he'd find little to nothing there.

Except the crystal pendant. His magic gone, instead replaced with James'. Though barely there, it's still humming to Sirius.

The night sky becomes slightly more bearable to look up at once again.

#sirius black #james potter #prongsfoot #bambibelle #hp starbucks #starbucks #starchaser #canisstag #i just made that up #new ship tag? #no ignore me #XD #sirius x james #james x sirius #fyre drabble #fyredrabble #fyre nonsense #fyrenonsense #sir they are in love

[yourfavouriteflowers]

Hey, I’m not too inspired to write anything right this minute so please help me out.

I will write something by Saturday for you. May post some headcanons or ideas as well as drabbles.🩷

#marauders #writer #dead gay wizards #drabbles #marauders era #moonysdrabbles #one shot #remus lupin #james potter #james x remus #prongsfoot #jily #sirius black #lily evans

[sunkenstar]

Sirius and James having a bet on who can seduce the new hot professor at their uni.

#the professor is Remus (duh) #marauders fanfiction #muggle au #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #wolfstar #prongsfoot #wolfstarbucks #wolfbucks #drabbles #marauders

[mycupofrum]

Sirius and Hermione for the prompt academics please!

Thanks for the ask! 💖 I decided to forget about the 100 word limit because the story just wrote itself. So, here it is! Set during OotP.

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He walks up the stairs two steps at a time, anxious to get away from everyone else. The boggart triggered a memory he usually drowns with whisky.

Molly sobbing against Remus, an illusion of Harry dead on the floor. Like James. His eyes were still open when Sirius found his body in the ruins, nothing but a shell left, his spirit gone forever. The wave of pain is as fresh as it was back then.

Sirius enters his mother's room and halts as a girl flinches and drops a book. Buckbeak rests on the floor, merely raising his head as a hello. 

"Sirius, I'm so sorry." Hermione Granger's wide brown eyes stare at him guiltily. "I came to find you. I think Harry would like to spend some alone time with you before we leave for Hogwarts." 

His old diary lies on the floor between them. Sirius sighs and picks it up. "You found something to read in the meanwhile, I see." 

"I didn't mean to pry. It was open and I got curious..." Hermione looks down, embarrassed. A silence follows as Sirius glances at the diary entry he wrote so many years ago. It's about James. Of course it is; no one else could ever capture his mind and heart so thoroughly. 

"Mrs Weasley thinks you can't tell Harry from James."  

Sirius has to admire the girl's bravery; no one has dared to bring the subject up after he and Molly had words.

"And what do you think?"  

"I don't know," Hermione admits. "I think you must miss him an awful lot." 

"Hermione." Sirius looks her in the eyes, his shoulders rigid but his voice genuine. "I believe that not being able to tell what's real and what's not is what the academics call a delusional disorder. Rest assured, however moody I've been, I have no problems telling the difference between my godson and my best friend." 

Hermione stands straight, fixing her bushy hair. "Right, of course." 

Sirius shuts his diary and slips it inside his desk drawer, locking it with a silent spell he knows he'll undo later, at a weak moment. 

"Let's go find Harry." 

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Give me two characters and a word and I will write a +/- 100 word drabble

#good godfather sirius black #implied prongsfoot #prongsfoot #sirius black #hermione granger #grimmauld place #ask game #my writing #drabble

[lov3-lik3-ghosts]

Here is a small extract from my most recent masterpiece and WIP! It’s a take on a completely depraved and chronically in love Severus Snape whose sole focus is poly!marauders.

Depravity (Extract); Part 2.

Remus drew in an exasperated breath and rolled his amber orbs while treading the few steps towards James. Severus was ever thankful for how comfortable they were in each others space, never failing to look as though they were embodiment of Lucifer’s own wet dreams created by carefully woven magic. Demonstrating his cause of unholiness, Remus cupped the back of James’ neck and trailed his fingers languidly over the skin with an effortless sensuality that could only be described as a caress; Snape watched on with rapt attention and sunk a canine into the inner corner of his lip when his mouth began to run dry.

Potter angled his head down, only to make the smooth skin under his collar more accessible to Lupin but consequently came face to bloodied face with Severus. He knew James didn’t think anything of their closeness but Severus did.

Severus did and he could feel the life James respired from his lungs escape his parted lips only to reach his own, and god forbid any one of the boys had mastered the art of Legilimency because the thought of inhaling James’ air – the oxygen he in-took, that conspired within him, and then exhaled free for him – stirred a blur of feelings previously imbedded so deeply in him he swore he felt them crawl from the burning purgatory and settle in his chest with a roaring ferocity. Ignoring the coppery taste, he sucked in a breath and allowed an ounce of visible depravity in the form of a darting tongue that gave him a deep-seated satisfaction.

#poly!marauders #severus snape #depraved!severus snape #Severus Snape x Marauders #jeverus #snupin #Severus has religious trauma from his father #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #drabble #marauders #be kind #snirius #snirius/snack is in the whole thing I swear #moonchaser #wolfstar #prongsfoot

[arliedraws]

Hurt/Comfort Dialogue Prompt 15. with slytherin Sirius/gryffindor James plsss

girl u know i'm a slut for slytherin sirius/gryffindor james - i got u:

Hurt/Comfort Prompt #15: "Talk to Me"

He awoke suddenly.

His legs were curled beneath him awkwardly, his shoulder ached, and something warm dribbled down the side of his face. Sirius lifted heavy lids. At this strange angle, the world was bleary and dark. Snow filtered like dust through the hole in the ceiling, crisscrossing through splintered beams to settle on the bodies strewn over the floor. Sirius himself was laying across someone’s body. 

Groaning, he pushed himself up and surveyed the spinning room. Antonin and Rabastan had caught the full force of the blast and were hurled to the other side of the room, their forms now slumped at the base of the blown-out window. A wizard Sirius didn’t know had lost a leg by the looks of it. The man below Sirius who had cushioned the impact of the explosion was breathing shallowly, his body riddled with splinters. 

He had landed on Potter—James Potter who was struggling to breathe, his chest filled with shrapnel. As far as Sirius could tell, they were the only two people left in the world, the only two left alive. Awareness swam back to him as he realized that James Potter was dying.

It jolted him awake. His fingers flew to Potter’s robes, fumbling to unfasten the clasp on his cloak, scrabbling to rip open the buttons on his shirt and expose the bloody chest—

Sirius inhaled sharply. 

“No…no, Potter, don’t do this…”

It was a surprise Potter wasn’t already dead. He was riddled with splinters that punctured his belly and chest. Sirius whipped around to see that no one was moving in the room—all was silent save for James Potter’s labored breaths. 

 He had never seen Potter so pale. A boy with scarlet, wind-beaten cheeks splitting through the air on a broomstick surfaced in his mind. Sirius had never wanted to play Quidditch at Hogwarts, but he had longed to be closer to that boy—the one who flew with such nimble speed, who gritted his teeth with such fury when tailed by his opponent, who erupted with ill-contained enthusiasm when he scored. A boy with so much life. 

Sirius touched the pale face. He needed to leave. The Dark Lord would understand if he left behind Antonin and Rabastan to save himself—they were expendable and Sirius was not. No one would blame him for fleeing without regard to his companions. Yet Sirius lingered, smoothing a thumb across the skin flecked with filth, wondering when Potter’s face had lost the softness of his youth. He longed to see hazel eyes fly open, to see them glaring at him with the sort of vitriol Sirius had craved since they had left Hogwarts over a decade ago. 

“Come on, Potter. Wake up, fool…wake up… This is no place to die.”

At last, the eyelids were fluttering. Little by little, hazel eyes gained focus. Dazed, Potter looked at him.

“Black? What…?”

Potter moved his hand to his exposed chest, but Sirius caught his wrists.

“Don’t touch it,” warned Sirius. 

“God, it hurts. Am I dying?”

“No. I don’t think so. But—but you’ve got to get help.”

Potter groaned and his eyes slide shut. Sirius tapped his face hard. “No—no, don’t do that, Potter. Talk to me. Stay with me.”

“M’tired. Just want to—”

The wind howled through the ruined ceiling, and Sirius shuddered. No one else was moving, and James Potter seemed well on his way to being like the rest of them. Sirius cupped Potter’s face. What would Voldemort do if he found that Sirius had saved Potter but not Antonin and Rabastan? 

“Talk to me,” Sirius urged. “Tell me about your son.”

“Harry?”

“Yes, tell me about him. He must be at Hogwarts now.”

“Yeah,” said Potter. “Yeah, he’s there now. Good boy. Good kid.” The eyelids drooped again. 

“Talk!” barked Sirius, jerking Potter awake. 

“Q-Quidditch. Plays Quidditch. Good…at it…”

Blood pooled at the corner of Potter’s mouth. Sirius groped around the floor for his wand, prompting Potter with benign questions as his own panic mounted. Where was it? Had it been splintered int the blast? Potter wasn’t going to live—not if Sirius didn’t get him out of this dilapidated house in the next moment—and that would be the end of Potter—

Then, he spotted it and dove for the familiar wand beneath a pile of debris.

Potter fell silent, his mumblings trailing off.

Sirius growled and lightly slapped the scruff of Potter’s face, but the hazel eyes didn’t reopen. Resolved to accept the consequence of Lord Voldemort’s fury for saving the Auror but not his companions, Sirius drew the unconscious man to his chest, tucked the head of wild hair beneath his chin, and Disapparated.

#prongsfoot #slytherin!sirius black #auror james potter #sirius black/james potter #hurt/comfort prompts #asks #my fics #drabble

[gracelesslady23]

The Gift

For as long as he remembers, whenever he is given a moment alone, James will sketch and scribble, quill flying over scraps of parchment or the margins of books. Anything to get the ideas out of his head onto paper, whether they are small or big, useful or merely amusing, game changing or tiny tweaks to existing items.

He never thought much of this ‘gift’ as his parents called it. After all, it wasn’t as if he had any clue how to bring his myriad ideas to fruition. And as he grew, he learns that his gift isn’t even particularly impressive, in fact mostly results in him being marked out as weird or silly by the neighbourhood children. Not like his humour or bravery or skill on broomstick, which never fails to make a good impression on his peers.

So, without much fanfare, James starts to hide away his drawings and notes, although the ideas never do stop coming even once he starts Hogwarts.

Overtime James becomes lax, he neglects to guard his scribbles as closely. Until one day in the middle of second year, he lends Sirius a book over the winter holidays forgetting to erase his scribbles in the margins before he does so.

James tries not to panic when he realises his mistake. Its too late to do anything about it, James is already at his parents’ house and Sirius already in London with his family. But he can’t help but chew his fingernails to the messy stumps with worry about it, regardless.

When Sirius enters their usual compartment for the train ride back to Hogwarts, James nervousness intensifies. Will he even still want to be friends with James after this. All James’s previous friends had found the behaviour odd and childish. The idea of Sirius feeling the same way hurts.

But Sirius greets him, Peter and Remus as usual and their conversation continues as it would on any other day. James begins to relax.

It is not until later that night, just before they turn in, Sirius takes the borrowed book out of his trunk to hand back to James. The nervous churning of James’ stomach returns.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Sirius says, tone unusually cautious, before his releases the book back into James’ hands.

He thinks perhaps Sirius had vanished his doodles and scribbles himself therefore saving James the embarrassment of having Sirius read them. It would make Sirius a better friend then the neighbourhood children James grew up with, which obviously James already knows, but… James doesn’t feel as happy about the prospect of Sirius simply ignoring James’ scribbles as he thought he should.

In the safety of his four poster bed, James opens it, heart thundering in his chest.

Sirius hadn’t erased anything.

But he had added to it.

Lines and lines of elegant script: complex spells in latin, mysterious potions and rare magical herbs, exclamation points and question marks, jokes and asides.  

James loses hours to the pursuit of Sirius’s additions. Laughing at Sirius’s remarks and gasping at his brilliance. It is as if a fire has been lit beneath his own mind, his thoughts running a mile a minute building and building off Sirius’ work.

When James emerges from his bed the next morning, Sirius is waiting for him. After his long night, James is up later than usual and Sirius is already dressed for the day, his hair impeccable, his uniform artfully dishevelled.

“So?” Sirius asks. He stands stiffly at the end of his own bed as if unsure of his welcome in James’s space.

Words fail him, but his muscle memory doesn’t. James strides forward capturing Sirius in one of their not uncommon embraces, only this time James holds him tighter and more warmly than ever.

“You are brilliant.”

Sirius scoffs into his hair.

“I’m not the one who came up with it all. If anyone is brilliant here, it’s you.”

James squeezes him even more tightly to his chest, burying his head into Sirius’ neck. His eyes growing misty behind his glasses.

James might have once thought his gift was useless, but with Sirius’s practicality layered in elegant script over his messy scrawl, James can’t help but think, his parents may be more right than they are wrong when they called it a gift.

#prongsfoot #prongsfoot wednesday #drabble #fluff #my writing #trying my hand at something a bit shorter #not sure about it #but it was fun to do :) #so hopefully someone likes it haha #hp #sirius x james #james x sirius

[siriusblack-the-third]

Boredom, Flustration and Love Confessions part 1

Hdjdjd my very first non- Percy Jackson fic djsgdkd i hope you like this little drabble

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

It starts like this:

Sirius is bored.

A bored Sirius, James knows, is never a good thing, because the boy will whine in James' ear and poke him in the ribs or bite his shoulder or tug on the fringe on the back of his head that's a bit longer than the rest of his hair (he had a munj ceremony when he was eight and he still keeps the evidence at sixteen) till James is sighing and giving in to Sirius' demands of chaos.

And honestly, James is way too fond of Sirius to be even remotely annoyed by his antics. Also doesn't hurt that he thrives off of chaos just as much as the other boy does.

However, there are times when Sirius doesn't bother to wheedle James into causing mischief, and simply goes off to do it on his own. On those days, he is dead set on giving James a heart attack.

Days like today.

It's a beautiful Saturday, really— the sky isn't too blue but it isn't cloudy either, and the breeze is just this side of cold. Perfect for Quidditch. James is sitting in his favourite seat in the Gryffindor common room, where he is far enough away from the fire that his skin isn't burning and he can stare at the Quidditch pitch through the open window. He and Remus are getting their homework over with between the exchange of sarcastic barbs, prank ideas and wicked smiles. Peter is off at detention and Sirius... come to think of it, where is Sirius?

The Fat Lady's portrait opens, but James doesn't look; he turns to Remus with the question of Sirius on the tip of his tongue, but is cut off by the werewolf lifting his head up and catching sight of someone.

"Oi, Pads," Remus hollers, "fuck've ya been?"

James whips his head up and grins widely at his best mate, who is sauntering up to them with a lazy smirk and an effortless elegance to his long limbs that James never figured out how to imitate. His grey eyes harbour that perpetual devilish gleam that is unique to Sirius, and James' gaze catches on the few stray waves of pitch black hair that are slipping out of his bun. Sirius walks close enough to get a ray of sunshine across his face, and silver glitters at his ears.

See, here's the thing: Sirius has piercings. A fuckton of piercings, ranging from the generic lobe piercings to the playful helix to the risque belly button to the roguish eyebrow to a downright sinful industrial. In total, he has nine piercings, compared to James' simple lobe piercings that his parents got done when he was a baby. Sirius also has a huge collection of earrings and ear cuffs, and he is never seen without at least four accessories in. Today, he's wearing all of them.

James resolutely keeps his eyes away from that attention-grabbing jewellery.

"Cheers, Padfoot," he chirps, and Sirius chuckles as he plops down next to him, lifting a hand to ruffle James' hair. The younger boy squawks and swats at his hand, making Sirius and Remus snicker.

"Alright Moons, Jamie?" he nods at the both of them, leaning back and spreading his legs so that his left one is thrown across James lap. The black ripped denim jeans stretch obscenely across his thick thighs, but James keeps his smile on his face.

"Just the Arithmancy essay," he answers, but keeps his quill down and drops his head onto Sirius' shoulders. "The one about the compression of space-time in Apparition. Where have you been?"

"Oh y'know," Sirius shrugs, and James shifts back to follow the line of his broad, leather-clad shoulders before he catches himself and looks away, heat crawling up his cheeks. "Getting a piercing."

Oh, no.

James notices Remus perk up out of the corner of his eye (the lad has his own impressive collection of piercings) but he is more invested in scanning Sirius' ears for the new addition. A second later, he frowns; all the piercings are old ones.

"Where is it?" he asks, curious. (The poor boy forgets– curiosity killed the cat.)

Sirius' grey eyes flicker with mischief, and James is given barely a second to register the foreboding feeling that suddenly fills his guts before his best friend is sticking out his tongue, a sly tilt to his lips. A flash of silver hits James' eyes.

"Holy shit!" Remus crows, and Sirius laughs, but James' mouth has gone dry. He stares at that tongue, at the sneak peeks of the metal ball he gets when Sirius starts a rapid-fire conversation with Remus, gaze drawn to the full, pale pink lips as they curl around words that James cannot be bothered to listen to.

Oh, fuck.

A tongue piercing.

Sirius has a tongue piercing.

Fuck.

#the marauders #james potter #harry potter marauders era #harry potter marauders #marauders era #prongsfoot #james x sirius #sirius black #marauders fic #ficlet #marauders drabble #remus lupin #sirius black has a fuckton of piercings #and james can't handle it #prongsfoot fic #sirius x james #indian james potter #desi james potter #amrut writes

[the-chaosbringer]

Here's a little smut drabble for prongsfoot! Idea taken shamelessly from @impishtubist , who posted a bunch of prongsfoot breeding headcanons when @ambrxsiaa wanted them.

SMUT WARNING

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"Would you like that, Jamie?" Sirius grunted, gripping James' hip with one hand, thrusting hard enough to punch a wet hiccup out of him. "You wanna get knocked up? Wanna have my babies?"

James mewled, fingers fumbling to grip onto something, anything. Sirius' fingers found his clit, and his hips jerked upwards at the relentless pressure, a stuttered moan slipping off his tongue. The image of having a round belly flashed through his pleasure-addled mind, of being pregnant, being full of Sirius' babies—

"I'm going to fuck a whole litter of puppies into you."

James' orgasm hit him like a freight train. He arched off the bed with a loud wail, eyes rolling back into his head and walls clamping down viciously around Sirius' cock. Sirius fucked him through it, fast and hard and still playing with his clit, till his nerves were on fire and his hips were twitching weakly.

"You're so gorgeous Jamie," he heard faintly through the haze of his climax, "fuck, so pretty for me."

James clenched down on Sirius just as he rolled his clit between two fingers, and gasped when his nerves sparked with overstimulation, white lightning flashing behind his eyelids. He clenched harder. Sirius' hips lost their rhythm, and he moaned next to James' ear, bowing his head down to press his forehead to James' shoulder.

James shuddered as Sirius' release spilled into him, filling him up, reaching every crevice.

Sirius slumped, dropping his body weight on top of James. Both of them breathed heavily, cheeks resting against each other's, chests heaving with the force of their orgasms. A few moments later, Sirius huffed out an breathless laugh.

James blinked blearily. "What?" he rasped, and Sirius shook his head.

"Nothing," he murmured. "Just.. fuck, I never thought you having a breeding kink would be so hot. Fuck."

James' face burned. Sirius giggled quietly, pressing a soft kiss to James' temple.

"Yes, well," James replied, winking even though his cheeks were bright red. "We both know I'm hot."

Sirius' giggles turned into laughter, and leaned down to give James a proper kiss.

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Taglist:

@roalinda @gracelesslady23 @fiendishfyre @narcissa-black-supermacy @padfootastic @mycupofrum

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[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

#i did not intend for this to take a dark turn #the horrors got to me #prongsfoot #prongsfoot angst #james x sirius #padfoot #prongs #drabble #headcannon? #marauders #sirius x james #romantic padfoot #THEY ARE IN LOVE #bambibelle

[spindrifters]

hiiiii zo what are your favorite sirius headcanons? :)

oooooooooh okay okay

he's an adhd king, inattentive-presenting specifically. I wrote a post about it here.

he and regulus never had a particularly close brotherly bond. this is completely due to walburga being an absolute narcissist who took it on herself to keep them separate and pitted against each other from an extremely young age, even before she started to regard sirius as a disappointment.

he and james both spoke with extremely posh public school accents when they arrived at hogwarts -- upon meeting remus, however, and deciding he was the height of cool, they both made concerted efforts to tone it down. this was not entirely successful.

he's been obsessed with james since day one. took one look at that kid and decided -- in the way only eleven year olds can -- that this was his person. lucky for him james did the exact same.

the way he ended up living at the potters was wildly anticlimactic, actually. the offer had been open for years. one day he just got off the train and went home with them.

(this isn't to downplay the years of physical and emotional abuse he went through at home. it's just that there was no final straw. no dramatic breaking point. not apart from james looking at him, depressed and withdrawn the day before the end of term, and saying, "you can't go back there again." for some reason, this time he listened.)

he's demisexual. loves physical intimacy, but the emotions have to come first.

he realized he was queer in fourth year. thank you for your service, head boy kingsley shacklebolt.

he realized he was into remus the summer between fifth and sixth year, the summer after leaving home, during the period that remus took it upon himself to teach sirius how to drive a muggle car.

he only actually did something about it towards the end of their seventh year.

his eating habits are disgusting. peri peri sauce on everything. eats chips off the floor. he claims it's good for his immune system.

has never heard of a personal space in his life.

#sirius black #drabble #wolfstar #sort of #platonic prongsfoot

[onbeinganangel]

content: james/sirius, first person pov, so many feelings, you ever cry writing as little as 100 words? no? me neither

for the incredible @tackytigerfic who requested a fun little bit of Prongsfoot to go with the Eight of Wands, for my Tarot Card Drabbles series

[for easier reading:

I’d always thought all Purebloods were cut from the same cloth. Toujours Pur, Mother’s shrill screams echoes in my head. 

I had no reason to doubt it, until Hogwarts. Until James. Bloodtraitors, Father’s stern tone rings in my head.

James’ smile is infectious, and his disregard for rules, too. Filth, Regulus’ childish words repeats in my head — the hatred our parents taught us.

Duty and honour were all I’d known. James’ messy hair and bright eyes teach me something new: freedom. I ask myself what it means that I’d follow him anywhere, forever.

Love, my heart says to me. 

Love.]

#prongsfoot #tarot card drabbles #m writes

[jmagnabo92]

Drabble - Off To Hogwarts

In a world where Lily died, and Sirius and James fell in love and raised Harry, both James and Sirius see Harry off to Hogwarts for the first time.

This is for @roalinda per our discussion today.

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“Dad!  Pads!” Harry yells as he runs into their bedroom on the morning of September first.  

Luckily for him, Sirius had remembered what he’d been like on his first day of Hogwarts and had made sure that both he and James were wearing sleep pants to bed rather than going to be starkers (which they’ve come to prefer).  

Sirius groans and looks at the clock in their bedroom rather than the bouncing kid on top of them.

5:37 A.M.  

Seriously?  This kid was up at the crack of dawn for a train that wouldn’t leave for over five hours?

Harry, oblivious to his and James’ tiredness, jumps up and down, “It’s time for Hogwarts!”

“Harry, kid, I love you, but you need to go back to sleep.  It is not time for Hogwarts,” James groans as he covers his head with a pillow.

Harry turns to Sirius, “Please, Pads, it’s time to go.”

Sirius rubs his eyes and sits up, “Harry, it’s not even six yet, and the train doesn’t leave for over five hours.  Go back to bed.”

Harry pouts.  “I can’t sleep.”

“Ah, too excited?” Sirius smiles, remembering his own excitement about Hogwarts (which only intensified when he met James on the train).  

Harry shrugs.  “Maybe a little.  It’s just you and dad met at Hogwarts and had all of these adventures and I just – I really hope that I do the same.”

“You will, kid, I promise,” Sirius assures him.  “But not over five hours before the train takes off, so why don’t you go back to bed and try to get more sleep?  It’s a long ride to Scotland and you don’t want to be sleeping the whole ride because then you’ll miss your chance to meet your adventurous best mate on the train.”

James grumbles something unintelligible, while Harry frowns.  “I don’t think I could sleep if I tried.”

“Hmm-mm,” Sirius hums.  “There is one full-proof way to get you to sleep, if you don’t mind riding in the sidecar.”

Harry lights up, he loves riding on the bike.  “Can’t I ride behind you?”

“Not if we want you to get back to sleep,” Sirius says.  “Then you’d fall off.”

Harry grins, “A ride in the sidecar is better than nothing at least.”

“Exactly.  Now, go on, get dressed and we’ll go for this last ride.”

“Thanks, Pads,” Harry says, running out of the room, gleefully.

Sirius looks over at James, head still covered by the pillow.  “Want to join us?”

“No,” James says, muffled by the pillow.

“Good, I’ll see you later.”

***

Sirius always finds taking Harry for a ride funny because no matter how excited he is or how much he wants to enjoy their rides, he falls asleep within a few minutes and Sirius is left trying to navigate his way back to the house and getting Harry out of the sidecar without waking him up.  

Fortunately, Sirius always manages to get him out without waking him and all the way to his bed.  He tucks him in a second time and whispers, “I love you, kid.”

Harry turns over in his sleep, cuddling his Padfoot toy, mumbling, “Love you, too,” without even opening his eyes.

Sirius smiles and goes back to the room he shares with his lovely husband, who he’s not surprised find laying in bed, eyes open.  

“You’re home,” James smiles, gesturing with his hand that Sirius should come join him in bed.  

Sirius undresses down to his pants and joins James in bed, “Thought you were sleeping?”

“Hmm-mm,” James hums as he nuzzles Sirius’ neck and wraps his arms around him.  “Couldn’t sleep without you.”

Sirius kisses his forehead.  “Well, now, you can sleep.”

“Or we could do something else,” James mumbles against his neck, his hand trailing down Sirius’ chest.

“Hmm-mm, we could, but our kid’s going to wake us up again in probably a couple of hours at most,” Sirius states.  “We should get more sleep while we can.”

James pouts before lifting his head to give him a kiss.  “You’re right – we can enjoy that later.”

“Good,” Sirius smiles, giving him a kiss.  “Night, Jay.”

“Night, Si.”

***

Sirius wakes to the alarm that was set for eight.  He and James had agreed to that time ages ago to make sure that Harry had everything that he needed and to prepare breakfast (for before they leave) and make lunch for Harry to take on the train.  He’ll have a little spending money for treats, but Sirius wanted to make sure he ate properly, too.

“Time already?” James asks, although he looks a lot cheerier than he’d been when Harry had come bursting into their room at five-thirty.

“Dad!  Pads!  It’s time for Hogwarts!” a wide awake and cheerful Harry yells as he comes bursting into the room a second time.  This time fully dressed and ready to go.  

Sirius laughs, “Alright, kid.  Let’s go make sure that you’re ready for Hogwarts.”

James smiles, “Let me do that while you make breakfast.  We wouldn’t want to poison Harry on his first day at Hogwarts.”

Sirius chuckles and kisses his cheek.  “Yeah, I better do the cooking.”

Harry grins, “Come on, dad, I’ll show you how I did with your checklist.”

Sirius smiles as he watches Harry lead James out of the room to his room where his trunk is packed.  James looks back at Sirius and blows him a kiss.  

Sirius blows him one back before heading to the kitchen to make breakfast and Harry’s lunch.  He can’t believe today’s the day.  

Harry’s off to Hogwarts.

***

Their breakfast and ride to the train station went by way too fast because suddenly it’s 10:30 A.M. and he’s pulling the car into the parking lot.  

“Are you sure you don’t want to just home school your magical education?” James teasingly asks, as they get out of the car and Sirius puts his trunk on a trolley.  As the stay-at-home parent, James is probably taking this day worse than Sirius is and Sirius isn’t exactly taking it well.  He’s going to miss Harry like crazy.

Harry rolls his eyes.  “Dad, I’ve been looking forward to this for ages – you’re not going to talk me out of going.”

“No harm in trying.”

Sirius laughs, “Come on, we better get onto the platform before it’s too late.”

Harry leads the way, obviously excited, but not going too far ahead since he knows how important it is to stay within their eyesight.  James takes over pushing the trolley as Sirius walks with him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.  

“It’s going to be alright,” he says, since he knows James is his naturally worrywart self.  

James nods.  “I know.  Really, I know he’ll be just fine, but he’s my baby – it’s hard to think that I won’t see him again until Christmas.”

Sirius smiles, “I know, I’ll miss him, too.”

“Yeah, but you have a job to distract you.  Mine was to keep everything running – organizing playdates, making sure his homework was done, and doing housework.  My life has basically been about Harry for a decade and now, he’s just…”

“You could always pick up a hobby or maybe start a business.  Your life isn’t over just because Harry goes to school any more than it was when he started primary school,” Sirius states.  They had a similar conversation when they opted to send him to muggle primary school since it’s what Lily would’ve wanted for their son.  James had gotten through that and he’ll get through this, too.

“This is different – he was only gone for a few hours every day, now he’s going to be gone for months,” James groans.  “It’s just not the same.”

“I know, but we’ll get through it, I promise.”

“Come on, slowpokes!” Harry yells, already standing by the barrier and clearly upset that his dads are taking forever.  “We’re never going to get there at this rate!”

“We’re coming!”

Deciding to table it for now, Sirius takes the lead with the trolley, offering it to Harry and asking, “Ready?”

“So ready!”

“On three then,” Sirius grins.  “One … two… three.”

He and Harry take off for the barrier, Harry very enthralled by the entire experience of running through the wall, is practically cheering and glowing in happiness as James joins them and they begin making their way through the crowd of onlookers.  Apparently, they’ve attracted a lot of attention, which doesn’t surprise Sirius given how gorgeous his husband is (and he knows he’s not a sight for sore eyes either).

“Where do you want to get on, kid?” Sirius questions, avoiding looking at all of the very interested looks in their direction and getting Harry’s attention.

“Middle of the train?  Best chance to make friends, right?” Harry asks, hopefully.  

“You got it.”

Sirius levitates Harry’s luggage and finds an empty compartment in the middle of the train.  He gets him all settled before he leads him back to the platform to find James, who looks like he’s trying to be happy and somehow blissfully unaware of the various parents checking him out.  The only good news is that that those parents also seem to be checking Sirius out and that neither of them had eyes for anyone, but each other.

Guess he’s still got it.  

They reach James and James doesn’t resist his urge to hug Harry and not let go.  Harry doesn’t seem to mind and in fact, hugs James just as tightly.  “I’m going to miss you.”

“I’m going to miss you, too, Dad,” Harry states as James finally lets go.

Sirius doesn’t have to question if Harry will hug him next as he immediately launches himself into Sirius, holding him tightly around the middle.  “I’m going to miss you, Pads.”

“I’ll miss you, too, kid,” Sirius smiles, hugging him tightly.  “But we’re both happy that you’re excited for Hogwarts and we’re sure that you’ll have a great time.”

Harry sniffles slightly as he lets go.  “It’s going to be hard.”

“It will, but you’ll be so happy with new friends, new classes, and new adventures that the time will just fly by,” Sirius assures him, nudging James slightly.

“He’s right, son,” James states.  “You’ll be having so much fun, you’ll blink, and September will have faded into December, and we’ll be right here waiting for you to welcome you home for the holidays.”

“And I can write to you?” Harry asks, hopefully.

“Every day if you want,” James smiles.  

Harry gives him a look, and Sirius laughs, “As often or as little as you like.”

“Good.”

The train whistle sounds off, and Harry gives them both another hug and a quick, “love you” before running back to the train carriage.  Sirius wraps an arm around James’ waist as they both wave to Harry, now safe in the carriage and eagerly waving goodbye.  

“He’s going to be okay, Jay,” Sirius states.

James smiles as he attempts to wipe some of his tears away.  “I know he will, and I’m happy for him, really.”  

“Good.”  Sirius gives him a kiss just as they train takes off.  They watch and wave as the train takes off, “And he’s officially off to Hogwarts.”

#Prongsfoot #Sirius & Harry #James & Harry #sirius and harry saturday #Sirius Black #James Potter #Harry James Potter #Sirius Black x James Potter #Sirius and Harry bonding #drabble