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Cuddly mfs 🦌 ⭐

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Prongsfoot handhold. 😏 No hand tattoos because believe it or not, I don't always think Sirius has tattoos.

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why tf does prongsfoot not get more attention

like

i dont wanna hear that bullshit excuse "they're just friends!!"

bitch ik that if there was this sort of dynamic with any other two male characters IN ANY OTHER FANDOM IT WOULD BE POPULAR AS FUCK

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Daily Prongsfoot Thought 010

James spends a good chunk of his life not fully understanding how hot he is. I know, that sounds impossible, but consider: He’s spent as much of his life as possible, from age 11 on, with Sirius Black. It’s not like James thinks he’s hideous or something, he knows he was a cute kid, but 11-year-old Sirius Black looked like one of Effie’s china dolls that she kept out of reach once James started walking (and had to repair anyway because, well, James). Once a few years passed, it was impossible to notice that Sirius was already eye-catching, though his early height and generally cool-towards/others attitude meant he was never the type adults cooed over (unlike bright-eyed James, with his big grin). And once puberty kicked in? I mean, James might wear glasses but he isn’t blind.

This never bothered James, though; on the contrary, he was proud! Look at how amazing his best friend is! Damn straight everyone stared when they walked into the Yule Ball! James has no idea that people were also staring at him, because… Well, why would you ever look at anything else when Sirius Black is standing there, all sleek and regal? James is so used to automatically looking to Sirius, often to the exclusion of others, that it seems natural for people to do so, too.

When they finally get together, James will finally experience self-consciousness for the first time in his life, and Sirius will be utterly bewildered to realize what and why. The problem is solved when Sirius resolves to spend the rest of their life telling James how much he loves his toned build, his flyaway hair, his hazel eyes that turn gold in the light, the strong line of his jaw, that firm yet eminently squeezable ass, the way James’ mouth curves into a pout or a smile and shapes itself around Sirius’—

Sirius appreciates every part of James, is what I’m saying, and James returns the sentiment, and honestly, they’re both pretty ridiculous about it well into their sunset years, wrinkles and graying hair and all.

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Prongsfoot Microfic: Where You Belong

@prongsfoot-microfic - january theme prompt: new beginnings - words: 1,207 - AO3 link Summary: Sirius is finally moving into the boys' dorm room, where he belongs. Written in celebration of Trans Day of Visibility <3

Sirius stood outside the door to the boys’ dorm, his body warm with uncertainty and ever-present shame.

He wondered if he ought to knock. He still felt as though he were intruding upon their space, even after all the boys had reassured him of their excitement to have him there. 

All the boys. All the other boys. He toyed with the shift in language, a noticeable thrill spasming through him at the subtle suggestion: other boys, because there was another boy in their group now. He knew it was more accurate to say that they had always been a group of boys, but that felt like pushing the limit. The limits of what, he never really knew.

The door swung open before he could make up his mind about knocking.

“What’re you doing?” James asked, his confusion muffled beneath a wide grin. “Get in here, you knob.”

Cool relief sprinkled across his burning skin as Sirius smiled back at the boy – the other boy. “Well, move out’ve my way, then.”

James snorted and rolled his eyes, turning to make his way back into the room and leaving the threshold wide open for Sirius’s entrance. Sirius got the sense that James was being intentionally nonchalant about the whole thing and felt a surge of gratitude toward him for it.

At this point, Sirius knew he was being ridiculous. If the situation was awkward, it was only because he’d made it so. Shaking his head as imperceptibly as he could, he moved through the doorway, dragging his trunk behind him. 

“Your bed’s over there, next to mine,” James told him, though this was already obvious. Remus sat on the bed to the far right, Peter in the next bed over, and the bed in the center of the room was clearly James’s. His trunk sat open before it, contents spilling out and littering the floor. And besides these obvious indicators, Sirius had been in the dorm many times before – though he supposed this was the first time he’d seen it with four beds instead of three. He wondered if James had requested Sirius’s bed be placed next to his, or if it had happened by coincidence. Whatever the reason, Sirius’s shoulders relaxed at the reveal. 

James – his best friend, only true confidante, the safest person in the world to him. James, who knew exactly what Sirius was going through, having done it himself only one year before. Sirius still wished he could go back and muster the courage to come out alongside James, saving the other boy from having to do it alone. But it was in James’s nature to lead, to be the pioneer, and Sirius might never have truly understood his own identity if he hadn’t first watched James explore his. 

“Brilliant,” Sirius said casually, as though his cheeks weren’t burning. Out of the corner of his eye he glanced at Remus and Peter, expecting them to be staring. But both boys were engrossed in their own pastime – Remus reading and Peter practicing Wizard’s Chess. 

James followed his glance and gave him a knowing smile before picking up the other end of Sirius’s trunk. “C’mon, then, let’s get you settled.”

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Sirius knew it was late because he could no longer see the moon through his window, the illuminated crescent now ascended over the castle as it made its way across the starlit sky. 

He heard the sound of sheets shuffling before a soft, “Hey,” caught his ears. Sirius pulled his curtain aside to see James’s head poking out from behind his own curtains. He hadn’t seen James without his glasses on since last year, when they both still lived in the girls’ dorms. He’d forgotten how sweet the other boy looked without them on, how vulnerable. It drew a smile to his lips. 

“What?” he whispered back.

“Knew you were up.”

Sirius scoffed at James’s arrogance. “How?”

“You toss around more heavily when you’re awake than when you’re asleep.” He said it like a teacher’s pet might offer the answer to a difficult question, and for some reason this made Sirius blush. Though it was impossible to actually see a blush beneath his olive complexion, he was still grateful for the darkness and James’s poor eyesight. The other boy was too familiar with his facial expressions – and his signs of sleeping, evidently. 

“Have you just been listening to me toss and turn all night?”

James’s covers shifted as he shrugged. “More or less.”

“Why? Go to bed.”

“No,” James replied plainly. “Not when you’re clearly in need of a pep talk.”

“A pep talk?” Sirius groaned and rolled his eyes. James and his pep talks. Last year Sirius had threatened to quit the quidditch team if James didn’t start limiting his bloody pep talks to one per match – including all practices leading up to said match. 

James did not limit his pep talks. 

Sirius did not quit the team.

“Yes, a pep talk. C’mere, before we wake the others.”

Of course, a few moments later Sirius was quietly climbing into James’s bed. The other boy cast a silencing charm once Sirius closed the curtains, and Sirius crossed his legs to stare at his friend. 

“Alright, let’s get this over with.”

James took a deep breath and placed his hands on either side of Sirius’s head, gripping his shoulders firmly. The two boys locked eyes and, as much as Sirius dreaded the positive affirmations he was about to receive, he was mesmerized by his friend’s assertive stare. “Alright, Black,” James started. “What do you need to hear to convince you that you belong here?”

Sirius sighed and tried to push one of James’s arms away, but the other boy held firm. “Ugh, Prongs, what kind of pep talk is this? I’m fine.”

James squeezed Sirius’s shoulders almost to the point of pain. “Padfoot,” he said sternly. “You. Are. A boy.” Sirius huffed and rolled his eyes, but James just shook him and repeated with comedic adamancy, “You’re a boy!”  

Sirius let out an exasperated laugh and said, “Merlin’s tits, I know I’m a boy!” 

��Right, and where do boys belong?”

“I’m not doing this,” Sirius responded with a flat, stubborn tone.

“Where do boys belong?” James repeated, raising both his eyebrows as though asking a very exciting question to a five-year-old.

“You are so annoying, Potter.”

“Where do boys belooong? ” James asked in a voice threateningly close to a sing-song.

“Flaming dragon balls, Prongs, we belong in the boys’ dorm!”

James laughed merrily at his victory, pulling Sirius into an unexpected hug that was far too brief. When he pulled away his hands moved to grip Sirius’s biceps, and Sirius found himself wondering if his muscles could be felt without flexing. “C’mon, mate, this is exciting,” James grinned so joyously, Sirius couldn’t help but mirror him. “We’re fucking boys.”

His stomach flipped at the sentence. They were boys. Sirius was a boy. A boy who lived in a boys’ dorm with other boys. He’d been dreaming of this day for longer than he’d ever realized, and it was finally here. And because he was somehow the world’s luckiest person, his best friend was right there with him.

“We’re fucking boys,” he echoed, with a grin all his own.

A/N: and one day…they’ll be fucking boys fucking boys ;) Happy Trans Day of Visibility to all my fellow mystical magic wonderful trans beans!! ✨😘

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Current writing project is called "The Prongsfoot Seer Chronicles" and the premise is that a seer who specializes in romantic situations opens a shop in Hogsmeade. And then obviously hijinx ensue.

It's a series of short little one shots and it's absolute chaos so I'm having a blast.

#prongsfoot seer chronicles #prongsfoot #bambibelle #james potter x sirius black #dead gay wizards #marauders #marauders era #sirius black x james potter #james potter #sirius black #bambibelle fanfiction

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While I think phrases like "pulling the ace card" aren't necessarily helpful in this situation, I think you are ignoring the root of the problem.

The OP felt hurt because you mistagged THEIR post and disrespected THEIR ship. You started this by doing that. And while yes, tags in theory only affect a reblog and don't affect the original post, that's only true to the outside. To OP, anyone who reblogs or responds to your version of the post will now do so through the lens of the inaccurate tags. So in their notifications the impacts of your tag could show up over and over. They could potentially get repeatedly reminded of your version of the post. I've had it happen and it frustrated me so much I deleted the post.

But what I think you may be missing here is the context of what it's like to ship prongsfoot. The romantic ship is often called "bambibelle" because Marauders fans across Tumblr mistag platonic prongsfoot as prongsfoot (even though ship names are meant to be used for romantic purposes) constantly. The "prongsfoot" tag is impossible to navigate. It's kind of demoralizing.

Marauders fans also just like demeaning prongsfoot every chance they get by emphasizing that it's platonic at every opportunity. Both of these comments came from one post of mine.....they came into MY space to emphasize that MY ship was wrong. Why not just keep that on your blog, friends? Ship and let ship, right? But people who hate prongsfoot seem to revel in dismissing those of us who ship them. I've never seen anything like it towards any other ship, but it's constant and everywhere.

I understand why you got stuck on the aspec angle of the OP's argument and I'm not really defending the OP for saying it. But you went on a rant explaining why you were a victim and I'm trying to explain that maybe, even though you didn't intend to, you did to OP exactly what a trillion other people have done in the past, and you stabbed at an open wound and they were hurting as a result. You are not the only one hurting here.

Hi you reblogged my post about James' eyelashes a few hours ago and I just wanna put forward a request; please remove the jily tags. That post is specifically about James x Sirius and I'd like it to stay that way. I also adore jily, but this post was specifically, only for James x Sirius.

Please remove the jily tag.

Hello, yes I did see your tags a while ago, but unless things have drastically changed in the last five years, I was under the impression that tags on reblogs are entirely up to the discretion of the reblogger? Since I'm making no alterations to your original post (which technically isn't even possible)? I'm not sure how this matters when it's on my own personal feed, and as much as I adore James and Sirius, as an aspec person I think it's doing a disservice to their friendship to ship them romantically, so I wanted to make my stance clear on my reblog, because this is something that is very important to me. I did love the content of the post and wanted to share it without condoning the shipping element in it. I don't think it's fair and it's also a bit presumptuous to ask someone to remove tags on a reblog because the beauty of fandom is the freedom of interpretation and as long as nobody's stealing your work, it's okay to have different views about characters and ships. If someone reblogs a post I make about James and tags it as jegulus, although I am certainly not on board with that ship, I wouldn't ask them to remove the tag because it's their interpretation and their page. Death of the author. That's literally the whole point of the entire Marauders fandom isn't it?

#Prongsfoot #Bambibelle #Just leave us alone #Ship and let ship #If you hate romantic prongsfoot just don't reblog those posts #Pretty simple #Block the tags if you need to

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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.

#bambibelle #prongsfoot #prongsfoot microfic #james potter x sirius black #dead gay wizards #marauders #marauders era #sirius black x james potter #james potter #sirius black #bambibelle fanfiction #prongsfoot fanfiction

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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.

#I can't even blame Peter #but I truly believe they would have stayed paired up even if it was unfair #they're both competitive little shits who need to win #marauders era #sirius black x james potter #marauders #dead gay wizards #james potter x sirius black #bambibelle #prongsfoot #prongsfoot microfic #bambibelle fanfiction #prongsfoot fanfiction #james potter #sirius black

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Prongsfoot Microfic: Sour

@prongsfoot-microfic - 2/23 - 420 words

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Sirius grinned widely at Snape, who had a sour look on his face already. 

“This is about to be so good,” James muttered into Sirius’ ear. 

“He’s going to be so grossed out,” Sirius added, “It’s going to be hilarious.”

“The bigot, he’s going to hate it,” James agreed.

Snape had been glowering at them from across the quad for ten minutes, just watching darkly. His friends had all left, as had the third years nearby, which left just the various sixth and seventh years lounging in the grass. 

Sirius and James had come up with this plan two minutes ago, and they were both excited about it. 

Snape was a bigot. He hated muggleborns - with one exception - he hated blood traitors, and he hated queer people. 

Neither Sirius nor James was queer, but they were planning to put on a show just to irritate him. It was going to be fun.

Right as Snape’s face got its darkest, James leaned in to Sirius and kissed him. 

It took all of three seconds for Sirius to forget their stated goal entirely, to forget his own name even. He lost himself in the kiss - running his hands through James’ hair, feeling James pull him close, melding their mouths together - that he couldn’t have said which way was up until he heard someone clear their throat nearby. 

Sirius blinked repeatedly when he spotted Remus and Peter standing above them, faces slack in equal surprise. James and Sirius just stared at them for a long moment while they both collected themselves.

“What was that?” Peter eventually asked.

“We were just trying to-” James began, “Snape-” He was clearly just as discombobulated as Sirius was, “Because he’s a bigot-” But then he gave up entirely.

Remus looked amused. Peter spun around wildly. 

“Snape was here?” he asked. 

Sirius turned, and the spot by the wall that Snape had previously occupied was entirely empty. 

“Mission accomplished then,” Sirius said coolly, “We made him leave.”

Remus snorted. The other Marauders stared at him, before they all gave in to their laughter. 

“We accomplished a bit more than that, I’d say,” James said sheepishly. He was already looking at Sirius like he wanted to kiss him again. Sirius couldn’t blame him, he felt pretty similarly.

“Yeah, I’m pretty happy with what we accomplished, if I do say so myself,” Sirius said smugly. 

Peter and Remus both groaned, but James grinned back. 

“We’ll have to thank Snape for the inspiration,” Sirius replied, “We owe it all to him.”

#bambibelle #prongsfoot #james potter x sirius black #dead gay wizards #marauders #marauders era #sirius black x james potter #bambibelle fanfiction #prongsfoot fanfiction #prongsfoot microfic

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Anyway completely in love with @snarky-magpie's new (now complete) story 1000/10 perfection you should read it if you like this flawless trope

James pining over Sirius for 30 minutes and thinking he's dying over it while Sirius in the background has been desperately in love with him for years and just survived it because his feelings were unrequited and he couldn't risk losing his best friend over it

That is my Roman Empire

#marauders #marauders era #dead gay wizards #bambibelle #prongsfoot #james potter x sirius black #sirius black x james potter #james potter #sirius black #bambibelle fanfiction #prongsfoot fanfiction

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James pining over Sirius for 30 minutes and thinking he's dying over it while Sirius in the background has been desperately in love with him for years and just survived it because his feelings were unrequited and he couldn't risk losing his best friend over it

That is my Roman Empire

#marauders #marauders era #dead gay wizards #bambibelle #prongsfoot #james potter x sirius black #sirius black x james potter #james potter #sirius black #bambibelle fanfiction

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Prongsfoot Microfic: Quest

@prongsfoot-microfic - 2/13 - 579 words

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It was bloody freezing and James had Sirius out on a bloody quest in the middle of the night. Sirius had agreed of course, because it was James and Sirius trusted that he would make it fun, but it was cold for March and they were outside and Sirius really wasn’t dressed for it. 

“Califactori,” James said, tapping Sirius’ shoulder. Sirius felt a welcome warmth spread all down his body as his cloak heated him.

“Thanks, you’ll have to teach me that one later,” Sirius said, his teeth no longer chattering through his speech. 

“Will do, but c’mon,” James said, “you figured out the first three clues, you only have one more!”

“Why couldn’t you let me bring Moony, he would have figured this out ages ago and we could be inside by now,” Sirius muttered, even as he started to think through the clues again. 

“This one’s just for you,” James said, a smug smile on his face.

“The things I do for you,” Sirius said, shaking his head a little. James just laughed. 

“Past the river and through the woods…” Sirius said, repeating the last clue he’d found. He’d come outside after that, determined to go to the forest before he’d realized that there wasn’t a river nearby, not until pretty far into the forest, and then wouldn’t James have phrased it “through the woods and past the river?” That would have made more sense. So maybe that wasn’t it at all.

“Oh!” Sirius said excitedly, “You didn’t mean the actual forest, you meant the fourth floor painting, didn’t you!”

James grinned that thousand watt grin of his. 

“It wasn’t my fault we went outside then, see? That was all you!”

Sirius raced past him, laughing too hard to mind that he’d been cold. He ran through the castle, the cloak that was supposed to protect them forgotten in James’ arms as he rushed to the painting in question. Thankfully, Filch and Mrs. Norris were nowhere to be seen.

“Oh!” Sirius said, stopping short when he got to the painting. 

At the base of it was one of their favorite trap doors. It didn’t lead anywhere, it wasn’t a tunnel or passageway, it was simply a hidden compartment where they could store anything that they didn’t want anyone finding. 

Sirius felt for the opening and then wrenched it open. Inside was an old piece of parchment, wrinkled at the edges and torn in one corner. Even before Sirius picked it up he knew what it meant and he turned to James, wide-eyed. James just nodded and gestured for him to open it. 

There was only one line on the paper.

“Let’s go on that date.”

Sirius smiled at him warmly. They’d talked about it before, but had never gotten the timing right. First James had been dating Lily, then Sirius had dated Mary. But now they’d both been single for a while. Sirius had wondered, but he hadn’t wanted to press the issue in case James wasn’t interested anymore. But he was. 

Sirius launched himself at James and pulled him into a kiss so eager it nearly knocked James clear off his feet. But he seemed just as happy as Sirius was, so he accepted that and more.

They would finally get to go on that date they’d been talking about for ages. 

Suddenly the quest being just the two of them felt really special. Magical even. Sirius put his thanks for that into the kiss too.

#prongsfoot microfic #prongsfoot #bambibelle #james potter x sirius black #dead gay wizards #marauders #marauders era #sirius black x james potter #bambibelle fanfiction #prongsfoot fanfiction

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Prongsfoot Microfic: Speculate

@prongsfoot-microfic 2/24 - 364 words

It probably wasn’t kind to speculate on other people’s love lives, but Lily couldn’t help it. 

Sirius had unceremoniously dumped Emmaline and rumors had been running rampant that he was already dating someone else. Sirius had heard Emmaline’s friends swear that he had told her that himself. Some kind of “it’s not you, it’s me - I’m already in love with someone else” type of line. Lily would believe it of him. 

But in the two weeks since their big breakup, she hadn’t so much as seen Sirius talk to any other girls. She’d been watching so carefully, trying to see if she could pick up on anything, but she hadn’t spotted one single noteworthy interaction. 

And she hadn’t meant to gossip, but she’d confided in Mary and Marlene and they’d said the same. 

Sirius had just been spending a ton of time with James. More than usual, even, now that he was single. 

Lily hadn’t thought anything of it at first, but it had been going on for a long time. She just kept waiting for Sirius to make a big announcement and start walking hand in hand with some new girl any day. 

And yet he didn’t. 

She started to wonder if he was only getting together with his mystery girl under cover of darkness.

And then Lily spotted something that she wasn’t meant to. 

She crept down the stairs into the common room at 2:00 in the morning one night when she couldn’t sleep and she saw James and Sirius dozing curled up together on the couch in front of the dying embers of the fire. Even as they snoozed, their fingers were linked on James’ chest like they’d fallen asleep holding hands. 

All of a sudden Lily understood. 

She’d been waiting for the wrong thing. 

Even as they’d all been speculating and guessing and waiting, the truth had been right in front of them. Sirius hadn’t been hiding a connection at all, he’d been spending every second of the day with the person he was in love with. It was just that that person was James. 

Lily’s face split into a grin. 

Mary and Marlene weren’t going to believe this.

#prongsfoot microfic #prongsfoot #bambibelle #james potter x sirius black #dead gay wizards #marauders #marauders era #sirius black x james potter #bambibelle fanfiction #prongsfoot fanfiction

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Owl Post: The Day the Hogwarts Letters Arrived

7 one shots about each of the Gryffindor '78s receiving their Hogwarts letters. The wizard families are expecting them, the muggleborns are not.

Inspired by a conversation with @jmagnabo92 on Discord about how muggle parents/kids might have reacted to receiving Hogwarts letters. Rejecting the idea of sending your kid there doesn't necessarily constitute being an abusive parent, it could be the mark of a doting, protective, responsible parent!

Here's an excerpt from Chapter 6: Mary MacDonald:

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“My name is Albus Dumbledore,” a wizened old man’s voice answered, “I am the Headmaster of a school, and I have an acceptance letter for your daughter Mary Eileen MacDonald. I would like to deliver it to her.”

“There must be some mistake,” Mary’s father’s voice said from the hallway. Mary crept closer. Once she’d heard him say her name, it had piqued her curiosity. She was no longer scared. She didn’t step out into the hallway, but she did lean her head past the wall just far enough that she could see the door. The old man was mostly obscured by Mary’s parents, but she could see long silver hair and deep purple clothes. From where she was standing, it looked like it might be a very big dress. She’d never seen anything like it before.

“There must be some mistake,” Mary’s father insisted, “We haven’t applied for any school for Mary. She’s enrolled in Ellings Primary School and she will be there for the next school year. You must have the wrong person.”

The old man shook his head. He tipped it to the side, just far enough that he could catch Mary’s eye, and winked. Both of her parents turned to look at her; they hadn’t realized that she was visible in the hallway. 

“There is no mistake, I assure you,” the old man said. “If you would be so kind as to pour me a cup of tea, then I can explain the whole story to you. It is rather long, so it may require two cups of tea.”

On AO3 here!

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Prongsfoot Bingo: Mutual Pining

I wrote a Veritaserum story for @prongsfootbingo and put it up on AO3! Here's an excerpt:

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“I think it’s Veritaserum! Probably Snape!” Remus said quickly, alarm all down his body. Snape was going to try to get them to tell the truth, and they would be powerless to stop it. They’d already said far more than any of them were usually willing to admit.

All four Marauders’ heads snapped over to the Slytherin table where Snape’s eyes were already on them, a menacing glint in his eye. His fellow Slytherins nearby were all focused on the Marauders as well. He hadn’t acted alone on this one.

“How did he do it from all the way over there?” James whispered to his friends without taking his eyes off of the Slytherins. Remus had been wondering the same thing. He hadn’t noticed any of the Slytherins walking nearby, but Snape was the top student in their year at potions, who knew what he could pull off. They’d have to watch everything they ate and drank from now on. 

“Oi Potter!” Mulciber called out while Remus was trying to work out how they’d done it, “Got any secrets to share over there?”

“Yes!” James replied eagerly, standing up as he said it, “I’m in love with Sirius!”

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I am completely obsessed with this story 😭

(Back to editing my little prongsfoot story.) “Are you telling me that Sirius Black is what, going to settle?” The idea incenses James, and he shifts their position, spinning around so he can slot his knee between Sirius’ legs. He spreads them wide in helpless surrender, which James’ confused brain interprets as an invitation to inch a bit higher, crowding Sirius into the back cushion as he sets his hands on the sides of his neck. 

“What other choice do I have, Prongs?” He spits out a bitter laugh. It clanks through James and fans his irritation to a higher level. Soon, its flames will reach his heart and consume it.

“Well, I refuse to accept that. I don’t want to be a thirty-something living with his bloody roommate.” James curls his fingers into the tendons of Sirius’ neck. He can’t explain the sudden need to leave an impression of his body on Sirius, but he submits to its call. Sirius hisses when the sensation crosses into pain, but he doesn’t move. Doesn’t budge. Doesn’t try to escape.

“Good luck with that,” he only smirks.

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