#pre-prongsfoot

[astranix]

slytherin sirius black × gryffindor james potter

the most non-angsty sirius and regulus running away fic ever coz we don't have enough of those

"This was, without a doubt," Regulus pants, glancing over his shoulder, "the stupidest thing you've ever done! And that's really saying something."

"This was also, without a doubt," Sirius says, glaring, "the best decision of my whole miserable life."

"We're gonna starve, you fucking idiot—!" Regulus says, smacking him on the back of his head. "We have nowhere to go."

Sirius freezes in his steps.

"Uncle Alphard?" he asks. Regulus smacks him again, and Sirius smacks him back.

"We can't go there, Sirius," Regulus says, wincing and rubbing his head. "Mother would know. She must already know, because it's the only place we could possibly go!"

There's silence for a second.

"Right. Lestrange isn't an option, neither is Dolohov," Sirius says, grimly. "Mulciber is a bitch, Avery's too thick to understand. Snape's probably homeless himself. What about you?"

"Barty's parents never leave him alone," Regulus clenches his jaw. "And Rosier would probably not be home. He's been sending me postcards from France."

"Fuck," Sirius scans where they're standing. "Andromeda hasn't talked to you since she ran, has she?"

"You think she'll talk to me before you?" Regulus scoffs. "She hasn't. And we can't live on the fucking streets, you know that."

"We have money," Sirius says.

"Yeah, but we would have to get it exchanged into muggle money, which, one, we don't know shit about. And two, we would have to walk straight into Gringotts. Anybody could see us."

Regulus tugs at his hair, always the one who worries more, always the one who gives up earlier.

"Well," Sirius, hedges, "if we could find an owl, we wouldn't need to go to Diagon Alley."

"Oh yes, of course," Regulus says, snidely. "All our problems are now completely solved! We just need a goddamn owl!"

The muggles walking past them give them strange looks, and Regulus lowers his tone.

"Look, Sirius," he says, fixing him with a determined expression. Sirius already hates where this is going. "You're sixteen, you're going to be out of Grimmauld in a year or two, anyway. And if you move out, I'll move with you. But we—we can't do anything except go back. It's cold. It's going to rain soon. We haven't eaten in a day."

Sirius stares at him, incredulous.

"If this is about your ego," Regulus starts, angrily, "then—"

"No!" Sirius interrupts, hotly. "Are you insane?! This is about our continued existence. She would kill us, if we went back! She's a fucking psycho! She was just about to curse the shit out of you, for no reason, which is literally why we ran—"

"I can take it," Regulus dismisses. "Besides, you ran out, and dragged me along."

Sirius gapes at him, unable to speak more.

"No," Sirius says, firmly, and looks straight at Regulus, because what he says now is what they do, this is final. "We're not going back."

Regulus's shoulders drop, defeated.

"Right," he mutters, and the sudden resignation that settles on his face, bitter and tired, makes Sirius think that sometimes, he's no better than his mother.

They stand silently, for a tense, uncomfortable moment.

Then, "I have an idea," Sirius says, because he does.

And it's a bad, bad one.

Of course, it's also the only one they have.

That, right then, that's when it starts raining.

Regulus scrambles for shade under the shed of the muggle shop closest to them.

Sirius braces himself, and raises his wand.

It's only a moment before the Knight Bus pops, loud and purple and sharply at contrast with the grey evening.

"Godric's Hollow," he says to the conductor, and hands him a handful of sickles. "And two hot chocolates."

They take a seat, and Regulus looks at him with a dubious expression.

"Godric's Hollow?" he pronounces, slowly. Sirius ignores him, grabbing the two mugs that the conductor gives them.

"Why are we going to Godric's Hollow?" Regulus insists, his teeth chattering in the cold. "Sirius? What the hell? We don't know anyone there."

He's right.

Sort of.

Sirius just hands Regulus the hot chocolate, refusing to answer.

"We're going to die," Regulus mumbles, gloomily. "We're really going to die."

"Shut it," Sirius says, and gives the conductor two sickles more for blankets. "You're not."

(-)

Sirius knows which house they have to go to, the moment he sees it.

It's big, bright, there's green grass surrounding it. It looks like one of those pictures in childrens' books, flowers and fences and whatnot.

It's barely drizzling by the time they reach.

Regulus had settled to just watching Sirius do whatever he wants to, but as soon as he starts walking towards the house, Regulus freezes in his tracks.

"I really need some information, right now," he says, quietly, wary eyes on the house. There's something beautiful about the whole scene, brick-red and cosy, and that's even more suspicious, isn't it.

They don't know anybody so warm.

"It's Potter's house," Sirius admits, finally. Regulus startles, whipping around to stare at him, absolutely shocked.

Anybody would be.

"Potter?" he hisses, like he's never heard the name before. "Potter?! What—! Sirius, he hates you! You hate him back! You hate each other!"

"I know," Sirius says, and rings the doorbell.

"Oh my god," Regulus breathes out, disbelieving. "You're mad. You're actually mad. We spent so much of our money to come here, Sirius. And when Potter, for obvious fucking reasons, turns us away, we won't even—"

The front door opens.

Regulus tugs at Sirius's sleeve.

"We can still run, come on, it won't be as embarrassing then," he says, frantic, "Even Alphard would be better than this. We could hide in his dungeon."

"Alphard has a dungeon?" Sirius asks, curiously, just as James Potter steps out.

He looks at them for a second, blankly, blinking behind thin-wired round frames. His hair is a mess, as usual, he's wearing actual pyjamas. And then, a moment later, his brain seems to catch up with him.

"What," James Potter says, bewildered. "What are you doing here—?"

"We need a place to stay," Sirius says, demands. Do the Potters rent out rooms to guests? That would make so much more sense. "For some days."

"Huh?" Potter's expression says that they do not, in fact, own a guest service. "Wha—?"

Sirius sighs, and pulls Regulus with him, again, not away from the house, like they should be going, but towards, and then he—then he just—

He walks inside Potter's house.

Just. Pushes past him, and walks in.

Like he owns it.

Regulus and Potter stare at each other, Regulus is horrified, Potter is confused.

"Thanks," Sirius's voice comes from inside.

"You're welcome," Potter mutters, automatically, before blinking dumbly, again, and going inside.

Regulus, reluctantly, ridiculously, follows him.

(-)

So.

Sirius has now, in a span of 24 hours, cussed out his mother, thrown cutlery at their father's head, forced his way into someone’s home, and clearly, he has no plans to leave.

James Potter is apparently, and bizarrely, completely okay with this.

"My parents won't be home until late evening," he says, uncertainly, in his own home, while Sirius sits on the couch, comfortable as all hell, reading the last edition of Witch Weekly. "We should eat something."

Yes! Regulus's stomach says.

"We can't cook," he says, aloud, apologetically. "We had elves."

"Well, we don't. And I can cook," Potter says, shrugging. "What would you like?"

What the fuck is even going on, Regulus thinks.

"I'll help," he says, instead. Potter just shrugs again.

(-)

"Why?" Regulus asks, as soon as they reach the kitchen, shutting the door behind him. It's not like the kitchen at Grimmauld. It has a muggle stove, and what Regulus is guessing, other muggle... devices.

"Why what?" Potter says, and the slight grin on his face tells Regulus that he knows exactly what he's talking about.

"Why—" Regulus huffs, "why're you doing all this?"

"I'm hungry," Potter says, with an infuriating smirk, as he opens the shelves, takes out a pan and some plates. "And my mum taught me well."

"You know that's not what I'm asking," Regulus says. "Why did you let us in? Why're you letting us—" stay.

If he is, that is.

"Actually you'll find that I did not, in fact, let you in," he replies, setting the pan on the flame and dropping a unnecessary amount of butter. It sizzles and melts, and Regulus can't bring himself to meet Potter's eyes. "That would imply you asked."

"Okay," Regulus huffs. "Why didn't you kick Sirius and me out then?"

Potter's expression flickers a little, and he looks away, absent-mindedly cutting the tomato he's got on the counter.

Regulus waits.

Chop chop chop.

"Well," James says, finally, quietly, eyes on the thin slices of tomato, "you can't quite say no to Sirius Black, can you?"

"You... could have," Regulus narrows his eyes.

Potter just shakes his head. "He's...he's—"

"Oh, god no," Regulus exhales, because no way. "Not you too."

"'Too?'" Potter repeats.

"You like Sirius, don't you?" Regulus asks, scoffing when Potter gives him a wide-eyed expression.

He's so painfully obvious.

Regulus doesn't want to interpret any of this. He goes on, anyway.

"You know he's using you, right?" he asks, quietly.

Chop chop chop chop.

"He doesn't know anything about that, Black," Potter says, eyes firmly on the pan, as he slides the onion and tomato slices off the board.

"Sirius," Regulus says, slowly, "always knows when someone likes him. He always, always knows what anybody feels about him. My brother's a lot of things, but oblivious or delusional he's not."

"Maybe I just don't mind the company, alright?" Potter replies, curt, and Regulus is just about to reply, when a sudden noise comes from outside, the thud of the door.

"James, honey?" says a woman's voice, sounding mildly confused.

#sirius black #james potter #prongsfoot #pre-prongsfoot #starbucks #regulus black #slytherin sirius black #at this point im not even certain if i wrote this or not??? #im clearing out my REALLY old drafts #like #three years #i guess #no clue #but well

[narcissa-black-supermacy]

No, but THIS line from Pioneers is the most raw piece of dialogue I have ever read and I've never been the same after this fic

#there's pre-pioneers me and post-pioneers me #gonna hype up this fic until everybody reads it #mind the tags tho its v messy #prongsfoot #james/sirius

[mkaugust]

Stardust: They smell like lemongrass

Summary: Pre-wolfstarbucks; Prongsfoot. Some short and sweet fluff. James and Sirius have just opened their new bar/cafe, Stardust. During their first live music night, James takes a moment to dedicate a song to Sirius.

Read on AO3 here! Previously published parts of this (out of order) series can also be found on AO3 here.

James leaned back on the wooden stool a bit, taking a breath between songs to stretch his fingers out a bit.  He still couldn’t believe this was real; he was playing to an audience on the small stage in the corner of his bar.  They had really done it; Sirius and him had opened Stardust and there was a crowd here for their first music night.  A small crowd, but that was okay, they preferred it that way.  There were people here they didn’t even know, people who they weren’t friends with, who weren’t just coming to be nice or supportive but because they had actually sought out this space and were enjoying the atmosphere James and Sirius were working so hard to cultivate.

James locked eyes briefly with Sirius where they stood behind the bar, pouring a brew for a customer.  To say they shared a smile would be inaccurate as neither of them had been able to stop smiling for the past hour at least.  James paused to take in a breath of success, noting the extra bit of satisfaction that sharing this with Sirius gave him.

“Alright, one last song from me before I let the real musicians play again,” James spoke into the microphone and got a few chuckles in response. “First, I just want to get in another thank you to all of you for coming out to our first music night at Stardust Bar and Cafe!” Cheers and applause.  “As our friends know, this has been a dream of mine and my partner’s Sirius’ for years.  We really wanted a space to relax, have fun, a comfortable atmosphere with good music and most importantly good drinks and good coffee in the mornings.  And a space that was welcoming to us all.  I think we’re off to a pretty good start.”

“So, this is my last song of the night and then you all can give a warm welcome to my friend Kingsley who will take over from here.  Kingsley, where are you, love?” Kingsley waved to James from a corner booth and there was light applause as James waved back.  “This last song is dedicated to my beautiful partner and the love of my life, Sirius, co-owner of Stardust.  They're behind the bar tonight, everyone say hello!”  Sirius had turned a delightful shade of red and paused what they were doing to watch James in surprise. 

James started strumming his guitar, maintaining eye contact with Sirius throughout the opening lines of the song.  Sirius’ smile grew as they recognized it and they brought their hands up to their chest, placing them over their heart.

“They smell like lemongrass and sleep.  They taste like apple juice and peaches. Oh, you would find them in a polaroid picture. And they.... Mean everything... to me.”

James sung the words slow, drawing them out to increase their intimacy.  This whole night had been about Stardust, and it wasn’t over yet.  He wanted this one moment, the less than three minutes of song, to be about the two of them more than anything.  If the expression on Sirius’ face was anything to go by, he was managing it successfully.

Sirius didn’t manage to serve a single drink through the whole song, their eyes never leaving James.  James winked at Sirius as he played the last notes and Sirius blew James a two handed kiss, eyes glistening a bit in the low lights of the bar.

James was loath to stop watching Sirius, but he finally turned back to the crowd as the distant sound of their polite applause grew louder in his extended silence.  

“Alright all, thanks again for the love.  Give us a few minutes for set up and Kingsley will be up here to keep the music going.  Have a drink in the meantime.  Last call for alcohol is 3am and we’ll switch over to coffee at that point, so feel free to stick around as long as you’d like.  Have a great night and enjoy!”

James stepped off the stage and made a beeline for Sirius, knowing he only had a moment because he needed to help Kingsley get set up but also knowing that he absolutely needed to give Sirius a kiss and it could not wait.  He jumped behind the bar and practically threw himself against Sirius’ back while Sirius finished taking an order from a customer.  Sirius just laughed and pressed a hand to James’ forearm.

“Thank you for my song,” Sirius murmured as they turned away from the customer.  James loosened his arms enough for Sirius to turn around.

“You’re very welcome.  I love you.” James clutched at the back of Sirius’ shirt and leaned in to press a kiss to their lips.  Sirius reached up to hold James’ face between their hands and ensured the brief time for their kiss didn’t make it any less deep and loving.

“I love you too,” they spoke against James’ lips before releasing them.

James reluctantly but efficiently dropped his arms and stepped back and away to get back to work.  The rest of the night passed in a blur, James helping first Kingsley and later Dorcas to set up and tear down for music sets, helping behind the bar when it got a little crowded, and generally running around to keep tables clean and make sure their staff had what they needed to keep things running smoothly.  The fast pace of the work didn’t stop James and Sirius from finding each other in the crowd from time to time, exchanging glances across the room to check in wordlessly, pressing quick hands to the other’s back or arm as they moved past each other or worked together behind the bar.  

Before James knew it, the night was wrapping up, the live music over and the low fi playing over the speakers being turned down quieter as the crowd thinned out.  James and Sirius got ready to go, leaving things in their staff’s capable hands when the early morning shift came in.  They were exhausted and they were so pleased.  It had been an incredibly successful first live music night, only a week into being open and things were already starting to fall into routines.

For now, though, they would go home to fall into bed beside each other and get a few hours of sleep before coming back in the afternoon.  And they couldn’t wait to do it all again, side by side, love in their every step.

#prongsfoot #james potter/sirius black #pre wolfstarbucks #sorry no remus here though #bit of a songfic #fluff #agender sirius black #coffee shop AU

[siriussslut]

boners at the theater

warnings: semi-public sex, creaming in pants, & scariest of all- prongsfoot. they’re just friends who help each other get off tho so it’s okay xx

masterlist

sirius shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his sudden boner so hard it’s painful. he and james are sitting in the last row of the movie theater, and the closest person is in the next row, 7 seats down. the movie lights the theater in a soft red glow. he glances over at james and sees a tent in his jeans too.

he leans down to whisper in james’ ear. “hey, james,”

“hm?” he doesn’t look away from the movie. some hot girl is on screen, drenched head-to-toe, her nipples hard through her dress.

“i’ll help you with yours if you’ll help me with mine.”

“what?” he finally meets his gaze, eyebrows pinched together.

sirius gestures at their laps.

james turns a dark shade of crimson. “…here?”

sirius grins cheekily, placing a hand on james’ erection. he palms him through the denim of his jeans, and james muffles a gasp behind his hand.

“what if we get caught?” he whispers.

he leans closer. “that makes it more fun.” he slips his hand down the waistband of his jeans, feeling his cock through his briefs.

james hesitates and then nods, reaching over to touch sirius. sirius sighs quietly when james’ fingers reach his dick, wrapping around the shaft. sirius mimics the action with james’.

james is softer, slowly sliding up and down sirius’ cock, while sirius is rougher, moving at a brutal pace, ever so often reaching down to tug on james’ balls. james twitches every time he does.

when james’ hand sends him into what feels like heaven, he leans closer to rest his head against james’ shoulder. he can hear his pulse fluttering through his neck, his skin sticky with sweat.

a bubble of pre-cum licks against sirius’ hand and the sensation sends him over the edge. he gasps as he comes, soaking his clothes. james bites down on a whimper, playing with sirius through his orgasm as he finishes himself.

he creams in his pants, dick twitching as he paints sirius’ hand with his cum.

james pulls a shaky hand out of sirius’ jeans, his waistband snapping back against his skin. sirius pulls his own hand back as well, licking the cum off of his fingers. james watches wide-eyed.

“going to the bathroom,” he whispers, stepping away with a grin.

#just thought this was hot idk #NOT SHIPPING THEM #they are just friends #who happened to help each other get off #james potter #james potter smut #sirius black #sirius black smut #james potter x sirius black #james potter x sirius black smut #prongsfoot #starbucks #marauders #marauders era #marauders smut #marauders era smut #harry potter smut #smut #james x sirius

[thedvilsinthedetails]

Heyyyy…

hey my name is Jamie [like for now but I’m kind of testing a few so don’t get too attached to that lmao] I’m genderfluid as fuck [they/she/he]

some typa aroace spectrum probs demisexual & demiromantic also pan - in general I have nothing figured out but also a simp

neurospicy bitch

minor but adults can follow/interact idc tbh

writing request status: OPEN FOR MICROFICS RN

I’m a rosekiller loverrr but also a multi shipper so u never know what ur gonna see ig [but probably Rosekiller, Wolfstar, Dorlene, Starchaser maybe some sunkiller if I’m in the mood etc] for the record just bc I don’t ship smth doesn’t mean I support hating it even as a joke [translation: prongsfoot is chill leave them be]

if u don’t like smth, just ignore it, if u send me hate I’ll reply w shitty jokes probs

This blog supports Palestine btw

This blog supports Ukraine

This blog thinks JK Rowling has negative quantity of brain cells

Anywayyyy now that that’s out the way:

HI! welcome to my crazy blog, I love making friends im not at all scary I promise :D

Btw my inbox is ALWAYS open for spam, ship ramblings [even if it’s not smth I ship], info dropping about ur hyperfixations, venting, questions etc. [the only thing is no illegal ships bc it will be ignored] also sorry pre warning im shit with the inbox chains [‘send this to ten people who…’] so often I won’t answer those sorry, anything else I will make sure to answer but the chains I sometimes just forget about sorryyy

Barty Crouch Jr & James Potter kinnie

I write sometimes:

I fell for you like glitter on stage - rosekiller band au, this was a microfic series on tumblr that I posted on ao3 for convenience [words: 4548] [this is my fav thing I’ve ever written lol]

we are all just prisoners here of our own device - Jegulus, a oneshot on ao3 based on the song ‘hotel California’ by the eagles. [Words: 6162]

Oh where do we begin? The rubble or our sins? - ON HIATUS. Roman Empire Jegulus au with side Rosekiller, Wolfstar and Pandalily on ao3 [words: 6141] [currently I don’t want to write Jegulus - the hyperfixation hath faded]

also I’m in a marauders RP as Barty and u shld follow it bc we’re all super cool and funny and amazing and awesome and yeah @bartythebabygorljr

tags you’ll see on my page:

me and my old black biro > writing tag

Im in love with that Rosier boy > [this is a new one] me having a massive crush on Evan Rosier

the most boring soap opera > my life tag

I have an online diary called @miseryoforpheus if ur fascinated by my charming and irresistible personality

#intro post #new intro post bc my last one was kind of shitty #rosekiller #marauders #slytherin skittles #Spotify

[my-castles-crumbling]

Do you write microfics about qpr's or general friendships?? or just couples.

Hi!

Usually I write romance? I'll read other things, but romance is what I enjoy writing. BUT!

I have one fic that is mostly platonic prongsfoot with a hint of pre-wolfstar, if you're interested! It's James and Sirius discovering Nerf guns :D

One of my longfics, Long Story Short, had a qpr between Sirius and Marlene that I'm super proud of. It also has Dorlene, Wolfstar, and Jegulus, but (not to sound braggy) I really love how Sirius and Marlene interact in it.

I'm also always willing to look at requests people send! I'm a bit behind right now but if you send one, I'd love to try it! I love a challenge!

#ask #asks #ask cas #harry potter #marauders #marauders era #fanfic #marauders fandom #harry potter marauders #the marauders #marauders fanfiction

[sitp-recs]

HP Rec Fest, Day 30

Here we come with more @hprecfest! Today I’m only reccing rare pairs since I couldn’t think of any pre-canon Drarry fics 🤔 I wonder if canon divergent / canon rewrite applies?? I don’t read them often either way, so I figured this would be a good opportunity to boost lesser known fics. I think this is my favorite rec post for the fest so far - there’s something so poetic in reccing these two specific fics alongside each other since Little Compton Street verse was my first (unforgettable, devastating) contact with Prongsfoot and 5 years later here I am reading them again - this time welcoming the pain. More embarrassing emosh blabbing below!

Day 30) a pre-canon fic:

empire builders by shecrows (James/Sirius, E, 25k)

Say, James, he rehearses in his head. Remember that time we were both roaring drunk at the end of term, and you put your cock in my mouth, and I came so hard I still get tingly thinking about it? Was that just a one off, d’you think, or did you want to do it again sometime?

Prongsfoot my beloved 😭😭😭 sometimes I feel like I’ll never feel as strongly about a ship as I feel for them which sounds so crazy because I don’t even read it! or, well. after being utterly ruined by Winter of ‘79 (curiously a fic within LCS verse as mentioned below) I promised myself I wouldn’t look for this ship anymore bc the inevitable tragedy of it depressed me way too much. I locked them away in a secret space deep within my heart and only allowed myself to re-awaken those feelings this year, with the brilliant empire builders. what a fic! a few lines in and I was hooked and completely obsessed with Sirius’ unbelievably spot on voice, the peak friends to lovers dynamics, and the unbearable sexual tension mixing guilt and devotion (my favorite shippy combo btw). fuck, they are so young and so lovable, and so attuned to each other it makes me wanna cry. never before a 25k fic has felt so short, I’ve read it in a frenzy and couldn’t stop thinking about their love for days. the best word to describe my state after this fic is “tormented” which might as well be the best compliment I’ve ever given in a rec.

Play Me Like A Love Song by @writcraft (Minerva/Will, E, 67k)

Minerva McGonagall doesn’t believe in love at first sight, which is why her instant attraction to drag king Wilhelmina ("Will") Grubbly-Plank is so unexpected. War tears apart the wizarding world and as one battle ends Minerva and Will must fight once more, this time for the lives of their friends on Little Compton Street. A love story spanning five decades defined by music, laughter and tears, in which love is not always easy, but it’s always worth fighting for.

truly a masterpiece of lesbian fiction, this fic is more like a religious experience, bold, brutally honest, romantic, eye-opening and necessary. I never thought I’d care so much for a ship like Will & Minerva but they worked their way inside my heart and I’m deeply moved by how their story encompasses everything that’s inherent to the queer experience: love, loss, resistance and hope. there’s so much joy and grief walking hand by hand, and it is our privilege to watch the characters mature and experience life as individuals and as a couple. Writ crafts oh so thoughtfully two stunning character studies (Minerva’s voice omg, please don’t @ me on my competence kink) while taking us by the hand into the magical universe of Little Compton Street, which is so completely irresistible and healing. I adore the atmosphere, the imagery, the soundtrack, and how this seductive setting allows them to explore their queerness in such a free, proud and joyful way *getting emosh* I feel like nothing I add here will make this story justice, it’s such a poignant and transformative fic but sadly deeply underrated like it happens to so many wlw tales. I hope this rec inspires at least one person to check it out and while at it please also check the entire series with a Drarry piece and a Prongsfoot piece, a perfect trifecta!

#hprecfest2023 #day 30 #pre-canon fic

[broomsticks]

fic rec list: some not-on-AO3 faves

[FFN] End of the Line by shewhoguards: King’s Cross afterlife fic. HP canon compliant, discworld crossover but no familiarity with that needed. ignore the summary, it’s not Snape-centric beyond the first of eight chapters. ensemble fic, featuring a number of characters who died in DH and before. remadora, marauders friendship (the peter bits are my favorite part!!), black sisters, crouch family.

[FFN] A Feast In Azkaban by Nyx Fixx. A canon compliant look at Sirius’s years in Azkaban and preceding backstory. Loved the prank HC and Bellatrix HC. Darkfic, CWs for incest, noncon, underage.

[forgiving-eyes] Le Tourbillon // 35k, E // Wolfstar, Jily, Prongsfoot, Lilypad, implied SiriReg. delicious debauchery, summer sexcapades, enjoy the ride :D

Also taking this as a sign to go read through the HP Beholder fics from a lifetime and a half ago. So far, have really enjoyed:

Cat Ladies // 2k, PG/T // Arabella/Dolores. epistolary!! postwar! dismantling preconceived notions, regret and redemption!

Come Back to Haunt You // 4k, T // Myrtle/McGonagall. intriguing, such lovely tension and pacing, and I always love the viscerality of a good 1POV

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Lots of pre-AO3 livejournal fics to rec too: I’m most familiar with the wolfstar folks remuslives23 and musesfool, and also the snapecase fest!

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There’s also Fiction Alley’s archive, which has a bunch of classic Wolfstar, like ignipes’ Man-Eaters of Kumaon - lost years Remus monster hunt angst — and KabeyK’s Dating Disasters of Sirius Black - a once upon a time ship classic!

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Some more wolfstar authors on FFN recced by a friend on the ship server (thanks julai!!)

oony

Children of the Shadows

DragonDi

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please feel free to reblog with specific recs or links to more fics hosted outside of AO3!

#wolfstar #hp femslash #fic rec list

[resident-gay-bitch]

Saw your post so came here. My Prongsfoot HC is that James has been in love with Sirius since the first time they met but bc he grew up isolated it takes a good long while for it to hit that this is 'I want to marry you' love and not 'your my best mate' love; and then he realises that it's always been like that and now he's freaking out and withing 2 weeks of realising Remus and Peter knows and Remus is laughing bc Sirius had told Remus that he lived James some 3 years ago and James was to oblivious to realise the difference to romantic and platonic love

Peter starts giving James advice the second he finds out. Don't scream it in his face but like give him flowers and chocolate and find out if he likes you first. Which is great advice except James has been doing that since he was 13 and he's losing it bc this could make or break everything and how long has this been going on and what will Sirius think.

So he decides that the one thing that'll calm him down is to get Sirius a super giant birthday present so he gets Sirius his bike and starts adding magical touches and he's working at it for like 2 years and then Remus and Peter find out and are tryna convince him to show Sirius and James doesn't know how to and then one day things happen and Sirius stumbles upon it when he's drumk and James decides that he wants to know how Sirius feels about it so he takes him there and Sirius didn't even remember seeing it so he has no idea what James showing him and James forces himself to show Sirius and then Sirius sees it and wants to ride it and James sits with him and James shows him that it can fly and Sirius is so happy he throws the worry of James liking someone else out of the window and just kisses James.

And then the prank Remus bc 'you knew and you didn't speed the process up and just tell us'.

(And my I just wrote the plot for one of my fics right here-- I was struggling to write the plot b4 and properly figure it out. The only diff is that the fic is absolutely from Sirius perspective and lots of these things are only talked about)

Anyway, what's you fav Prongsfoot HC (romantic pairing)?

Hi hiii! I think this is so sweet honestly. I love the idea of James being in love with him from first year.

I too kinda have that hc. Like I imagine they both fell for eachother quite young but due to the intensity of their friendship and pre-existing platonic love they were both unable to recognise that their love was romantic at first until something happens and it just kinda hits them and then they start being unsure how to act about it because they don’t want to be obvious that they’re in love by being close to the other all the time but they know that if they stop being close to eachother it would be weird. They’re just dumb complicated idiot boys who are blinded by love.

I think the bike thing is so cute too. Like James being the one to give sirius the bike is adorable. And I love that this is a fic idea for you, it will be killer, I’ll have to read once you’ve got it done!

One of my favorite prongsfoot headcannons kinda correlates to this a bit. I imagine I’ll write this into a fic one day too but who knows. It’s where maybe they fell in love romantically as kids and didn’t recognise it or maybe they gained their feelings over the years slowly, but either way they were both oblivious to their own feelings for a very long time because their friendship has always been so unlike any other. They just are extremely close and do a lot of things that couples do already so obviously they don’t recognise that.

But I imagine that after Sirius runs away, he’s very depressed and refuses to leave his room or talk or anything. He won’t eat, just sleeps and cries a lot and doesn’t know how to accept a lot of help from effie and flea, but he accepts it from James. And so all summer James sits on sirius’ bed beside him and runs a hand through his greasy hair, he lets sirius sleep and cry into his lap, he reads to sirius or tells him fun things, he’s the only one who can get sirius to eat and drink, helps sirius to occasionally shower and change his clothes, and he’s the only one sirius talks too. And eventually somewhere in there, the lines start to blur.

Like sirius would be crying and James would promise that he’s loved, sirius would struggle to look at his own reflection and James would promise that he’s beautiful. They’d sleep together every night because sirius can’t be alone, and they hold eachother. And then eventually James would switch from kissing his forehead every night or every time he cries to kissing sirius’ cheeks, or the tip of his nose, and then multiple kisses, and eventually his lips. And when it happens, they don’t even need to say anything. James just kisses him and sirius falls asleep as he usually does, and they wake up the next day and nothing has changed. It’s all exactly the same except they now kiss, and they know they belong to eachother. It’s so subtle the change that effie and flea don’t even realise it’s happened until sirius starts becoming himself again, because having James like that heals a little part of him. James has seen him at his worst and still loves him more than anything. And it’s only when James gently kisses Sirius goodbye the first day that Sirius has managed to go outside and hang out with someone without relying on James that effie and flea realise. And when Sirius is gone, they just give James a hug and congratulate him on it finally happening because they’ve been waiting for them to realise they’re in love since they were little kids.

Anyway, that was a lot but I LOVE THEM

#prongsfoot #jay answers #sirius black #James potter #jay talks #bambibelle

[solitaire-sol]

Prongsfoot Week 2023 - Day 1

This... maybe got away from me a bit, but I'll take any chance to present my Prongsfoot ramblings in a semi-organized fashion!

When and Why did you begin to Ship Prongsfoot? What makes you Ship it? Basically, just gush on this ship.

Somewhat ironically, developing a NOTP led me to this OTP: Back when the books were still coming out, I was a Harmony shipper. (Not a crazy one, I swear!) This led to a lot of "discussions" with people who shipped other pairings, but most relevantly with several Sirius/Remus fans who were both extremely disdainful of my noncanon ship and adamant that their ship was, in fact, canon/eventual canon. This led to little Past Me re-reading the PoA and post-PoA books multiple times, trying and failing to see this "proof" of Wolfstar, but in the process paying a lot more attention to pre-Golden Trio characters. "Actually," I thought, "Sirius seems a lot more attached to Harry's dad than to Lupin. Huh." I found myself fascinated by their dynamic, by the hold Sirius' friendship with (and loss of) James had on Sirius, and how much is implied about James that we don't get to see (the Potter lineage, James "maturing," etc). Imagine my disappointment when not only was Sirius/James not popular, but Wolfstar, which didn't appeal to me, was only gaining steam (see: "Wolfstar is canon/eventual canon!"). Shipping wars were more 'maniacal sports fans' than 'political discourse' at the time, but between being deep into then-fandom and not liking Wolfstar, I found myself shipping Sirius/James almost by accident because… Well, it just made so much more sense.

Yes, James is dead before the series actually starts; yes, James marries a woman and has a son; but I've yet to meet a fandom that lets such paltry things as 'canonical facts' stop a ship, and it's always baffled me that Prongsfoot isn't more widely recognized for its potential, if nothing else. I will always believe this stems from a one-two punch of early HP fandom's obsession with canon vs noncanon, Jily being canon, which led to Wolfstar and the subsequent idea that Sirius "belongs" to Remus With the series completed, we have a surprisingly complex character in James, tantalizingly hinted-at if not explored in-depth, and we're given ample on-page examples of Sirius' exceptional qualities as well as his deep attachment to James, who must be exceptional himself to command this kind of devotion and affection. They're the most interesting characters to me, for what we see and what we don't see, and unlike a lot of other pairings they don't require a hammer and chisel to force them into a romantic mold: They're best friends and platonic soulmates, but they could just as easily be romantic partners and the shift feels completely natural. There's an equality and an authenticity to their partnership that I cherish deeply and don't find in a lot of their other ships, which often require them to be OOC… and if a fic doesn't include them as each other's best friend and Most Important Person, I consider it OOC.

In a way, lack of good James/Sirius friendship nudged me towards actual Prongsfoot because other ships de-emphasize the importance of James and Sirius in each others' lives to make the ship work, including outright giving their roles away, ex. someone else being the only person who can rein James in, Sirius running away to [name here] instead of to James. James and Sirius make each other more themselves, for better and for worse, and I honestly believe that they believe it's always for the better: They embrace each other's strengths and weaknesses, love each other for their flaws instead of despite them, support each other even after death (if the memory of James wasn't instrumental in Sirius surviving Azkaban, I'll eat my nonexistent hat). Sirius has so much devotion to James, enough to eat rats and face death for James' son, his godson, who he had a year of knowing before it all went to hell, that I find it hard to believe he had much room for anyone else; and from what we see, that devotion was absolutely reciprocated. Even after marrying Lily, even after Harry, JamesandSirius were such a thing that James' own wife writes to Sirius to say my husband is down and only you can make him feel better, not his wife or child or other friends. They would have buried bodies for each other, and I'd be surprised if that didn't actually happen off-page. What we see of their past makes it clear that they existed together in some rarefied space that would have absolutely continued regardless of who they dated or who they married or where they wound up. I'll always be a little sad that we didn't get more of these two in canon, and I'll always be equal parts frustrated and bewildered that these two are not the Marauder ship, or at least a much much more popular ship than they are.

Over time, the popular depictions of James and Sirius grew increasingly incompatible with the way I saw them, which is generally closer to canon: James is not an idiot jock or an indiscriminate bully (he's very discriminate, thank you) or an abuser, Sirius is not an idiot sex addict or peer-pressured by James into bullying (he's absolutely an active bully of Snape & Co) or there solely to fawn over Remus. This is also where I started to dislike Remus, sorry Remus fans, neither uwu softboi Remus and uberdom alpha Remus are my jam I eventually fell out of fandom in general and didn't think more than the occasional wistful thought until I re-read the books and had that Prongsfoot flame reignited, enough that I started to read HP fic and even write/post stuff again. I'm endlessly grateful for the authors who put such wonderful work out there, and for people who cultivate this little pocket of a fandom that's otherwise become alien to me, as someone who just doesn't get much of New Marauder Fandom and its ATYD influences.

James and Sirius are soulmates and friends-to-lovers and fluff and angst and boyish exuberance and the uncertainty of growing up, they're knowing you're meant to spend your lives together and struggling to exist when your other half is gone, they're sweet domesticity and the darkness of war and Good vs Evil and all the shades of gray, they're loving someone relentlessly and instinctively and maybe unwisely but knowing it's 100% reciprocated, no-strings-attached, because you can't be any other way and wouldn't change that (or them) if you could. There's just so many ways to explore Prongsfoot and all of it works because these boys contain multitudes, and I just want to gather all of it around me like a nesting squirrel and snuggle down amidst the Prongsfoot goodness.

#ProngsfootWeek2023 #Day 1 #prongsfoot #bambibelle #starbucks #james potter #sirius black #james potter x sirius black #sirius black x james potter #i type a lot of words

[sommerregenjuniluft]

TRICK OR TREAT 🦇

HI BAT<3 ,,so *clears throat* i have dug through urs, claude's and my blog and either tumblr is having me on or i halluzinated (at least i think it was one or both of you) the post about modern day lesbian prongsfoot because I CAnnot Find It Again

anyways i have 1.5k words of them Regardless so here ya go<3

Sirius’ keychains jingle noisily against the heavy front door of their NYC apartment loft as she pushes it open. 

She is greeted by a pool of pleasantly warm pre-noon sunlight and the faint background noise of whatever Jamie’s workout playlist is shuffling up over their sound speaker system.

A smile tugs on her lips at the mental picture of her baby all flushed and sweaty on their peloton bike forming in her mind. Usually Jamie’s already fresh out of the shower when Sirius makes her way back from morning yoga down four blocks at Minnie’s but today the universe seems to be generous and Sirius will welcome the opportunity with open arms (and legs).

Minerva does always remind them to practice some cardio every now and then because perhaps you wouldn’t be out of breath so fast then, Miss Black and it is Saturday which means laundry day is conveniently right around the corner anyway. Sirius nods to herself, teeth digging into her bottom lip, as she toes off her chunky, black plateau slides and lets her tote and yoga mat fall to the floor gently before she creeps further into their apartment.

Sets her iced Matcha Latte down on the granite kitchen island next to the dirty dishes that look like there’s a huge Acai bowl waiting for the both of them in the fridge and rounds the corner, not expecting to be this affected by her fiancée’s get up. Sirius’ breath hitches as her legs lock in place, knees jelly as her eyes rake over glistening, soil dark skin. 

Up from the squeaky clean Adidas Spezial, deep forest green with the mint stripes, rubber sole black and not a flick of outside dirt in the profile, further along the dusting of dark leg hair, slightly curly, and square knees, strong calves and thick thighs, muscles working. Bunching and stretching and it’s obscene, barely covered by a pair of training shorts that are too short and tight and Sirius isn’t even sure if Jamie’s wearing any underwear beneath these. It’s mind-boggling. 

They’ve done their short mob of curls into two teeny tiny pigtails at the nape of their wide neck, shorter layers pinned aside with Sirius is pretty sure those cute sparkly hair clips she bought off of a fifteen year old on a parisian flea market two months ago, bangs extra sweat curled on Jamie’s forehead. And of course, to twist the driven knife, they’re not even wearing a shirt. Unfairly smooth skin, stretched and molded with protruding muscles and adorned by their fair chest scars that Sirius thinks of as the most precious artwork.

trick or treat fic writer ask game

#prongsfoot #lesbian prongsfoot #as mentioned there is more so if anyone is intrigued just slide into my dms hehe #bat tag #lune writes

[klarolinexluv]

Relating random TSwizzle lyrics to the marauders era… Part 2

the 1

James to Regulus “But we were something, don’t you think so?”

Sirius, Halloween 1981 “In my defence, I have none”

Remus to Sirius, post The Prank “You know the greatest loves of all time are over now”

Remus “And it’s another day waking up alone”

James to Peter “If one thing had been different, would everything be different today?”

All Too Well (10 Minute Version)

Regulus “And I might be okay, but I’m not fine at all”

James to Regulus “I remember it all too well”

Lily to James “You told me ‘bout your past thinking your future was me”

Sirius to James, circa 1975 “But all I felt was shame and you held my lifeless frame”

Sirius to Regulus “And I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed you”

Remus to Sirius, post The Prank “You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath”

James to Regulus “So casually cruel in the name of being honest”

Lily to Severus “The idea you had of me, who was she? A never-needy ever, lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you”

Sirius “Time won’t fly, it’s like I’m paralysed by it. I’d like to be my old self again but I’m still trying to find it”

James to Regulus “And did the twin flame bruise paint you blue? Just between us did the love affair maim you too?”

False God

Regulus “They say the road gets hard and you get lost when you’re led by blind faith”

Dorlene “Honey hell is when I fight with you”

Regulus to James “Daring you to leave me just so I can try and scare you”

Wolfstar “We’d still worship this love… even if it’s a false god”

willow

Prongsfoot “Wherever you stray, I’ll follow”

Regulus “But I come back stronger than a ‘90s trend”

Wolfstar “Show me the places where the others gave you scars”

James to Regulus “You know that my train can take you home”

I Almost Do

Regulus to James “And I wish I could run to you. And I hope you know that every time I don’t, I almost do”

Regulus to Sirius “I bet you think I either moved on or hate you. ‘Cause each time you reach out, there’s no reply. I bet it never ever occurred to you that I can’t say hello to you and risk another goodbye”

James to Regulus “In my dreams, you’re touching my face and asking me if I wanna try again with you. And I almost do”

it’s time to go

Wolfstar, pre-relationship “When keeping it how it is will only break their hearts worse”

Regulus to Sirius “Sometimes giving up is the strong thing”

Sirius to Regulus “Sometimes to run is the brave thing. Sometimes walking out is the one thing that will find you the right thing”

Sirius to James about Regulus “I gave it my all, he gave me nothing at all then wondered why I left”

If This Was A Movie

Starchaser “Six months gone, and I’m still reaching even though I know you’re not there”

Remus to Sirius “Thinking ‘bout everything we’ve been through. Maybe I’ve been going back too much lately. When time stood still, and I had you”

Barty to Regulus “I’ve been waiting for you everyday since you’ve been gone”

Sirius to James, Halloween 1981 “I just want it back the way it was before”

The Archer

James to Regulus “I’ve got a hundred thrown out speeches I almost said to you”

Jily “I never grew up, it’s getting so old”

Regulus “I’ve been the archer, I’ve been the prey. Screaming, who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?”

Mary “And all of my heroes die all alone”

Regulus “‘Cause all of my enemies started out friends”

Idk if I’ll make another… I probably will but shhh

part 1 || part 3

#james potter #jegulus #marauders #regulus black #remus lupin #sirius black #starchaser #sunseeker #wolfstar #taylor swift #mary macdonald #lily evans #barty crouch jr #bartylus #jily #peter pettigrew #why do I do this to myself #black brothers #angst? #Spotify

[siriuslystarbucks]

The Run

For the prompt Pursuit for @prongsfoot-microfic

A/B/O Mate chase, contains some smut

It was an old-fashioned mating ritual. James and Sirius both knew that, but once they decided that they wanted to do it, they didn't care. Nothing could ever stop them when they agreed on something, and the look in Sirius's eyes when James first brought it up meant he'd do it even if the activity didn't speak to him.

But it did. His parents had told him a sanitized version of their mate chase when he was a kid, and when he got old enough to connect the dots, it was all he could think about.

Sirius, chasing him through the woods, pinning him done and making him belong to his alpha as much as his alpha would then belong to him. They'd be covered in each other's scents, wild together in the outdoors, able to let go and be as close to feral as they would ever get.

James had been excited about it since before him and Sirius started dating-- something he was sure was an eventuality and not an 'if'-- but the closer they got to actually doing it, the more excited he became until one day, finally, he went in to pre-heat at the same time that Sirius's rut was near.

"Ready?" Sirius asked, anticipation clear in his eyes and arousal already painting the air around them.

"Don't even joke," James smirked, and Sirius mirrored the expression. "How big of a start are you giving me?"

"Depends on how long you want this to last," he replied, and it was one hundred percent the truth.

James was faster. On any other day, James was faster. But with his pre-heat pushing Sirius along faster to his rut and the knowledge and anticipation of what would happen as soon as he caught James, they both knew that tonight, Sirius would be faster.

James licked his lips as he thought it over. He'd been looking forward to this for so long that he didn't want it to end so quickly, but on the other hand, he wanted for Sirius to catch him easily because it would be a sign of how much his alpha wanted him. "Ten seconds."

"Only ten?" Sirius frowned.

"And you have to catch me three times," James added with a grin.

"Ten second head start for each?"

James nodded, and Sirius grinned, his teeth shining in the moonlight like a shark's-- full of predatory promise that made James shiver in a way that had nothing to do with the temperature of the forest around them.

Without any further warning, James took off running. He counted in his head, sure that Sirius was counting at the same speed without needing to check.

He was far enough away that when the ten seconds were up, he couldn't hear Sirius start to run after him. He knew his own scent was like a beacon, so he didn't worry that Sirius would be able to find him and took as many sharps turns as he wanted.

It took a while for Sirius to catch him that first time, and he had to jump and tackle James in order to do it. They were both panting from the run, and James laughed in delight at how it felt, not just to run and know that Sirius was in pursuit, but how it felt to be caught. And best of all, it wasn't over yet. The other two runs would be shorter and he knew it, but it would be enough for him, he could feel it already.

He could also feel Sirius's cock pressed against his leg, but it vanished a second later when Sirius lifted his weight off and hovered above him. His eyes were a dark alpha red, but they flickered back to his usual grey when he ripped his eyes away from James's neck. 

"Got you," he growled.

"You have to catch me again." 

"And again," Sirius said. "I will," he promised, eyes flashing back to red, and this time he let it stay, eyes intent on James as he leaned to one side and let James get to his feet.

He took off running again, starting at a sprint so it would last a bit longer.

It barely took a minute for Sirius to catch him this time, and it probably only lasted that long because he caught James at his side instead of behind. He pulled him close, his rumble echoing around James's own chest from how loud and deep it was. He rolled his hips against the cut of the top of James's leg. "Run," he growled, then gave James a shove with one arm.

James chuckled breathily. He turned to face Sirius as he took slow steps backwards. "Remember, ten seconds, alpha."

"Ten, nine-"

James laughed, louder this time and grinning like a loon. He continues to take slow steps until Sirius reached five, then turned and grabbed a tree limb and lifted himself onto it.

Sirius grinned at him, fangs gleaming, and James could feel slick slide down his legs.

He'd seen this path when he was on his first run, so he knew it would make a good last chase. He licked his lips in anticipation as Sirius reached zero and ran towards the tree James was in, his body a perfect form to match his heady scent. Much more of this, and James wouldn't be able to see straight.

As Sirius started to make his way up the tree, James jumped off the other side and sprinted to the next tree.

Sirius was hot on his trail, but not fast enough to catch James before he reached his destination and swung himself up the branch. He climbed to the next one, then walked to the end of it and leapt to another tree. He curled around to the other side, then climbed down and took off running the second his feet made contact with the forest floor. 

Sirius would catch up to him soon now that he was on the ground again, but the extended chase atop those trees had made this last a bit longer-- long enough that James was happy with it, happy enough to want to be caught and finally mate with Sirius like he'd wanted to do for years. 

He heard Sirius behind him and knew it left him with precious few seconds left, and he was already smiling.

Sirius caught him with an arm around the wait and pulled him back into him so they were touching in more places than not.

They'd both only wore pants for this, knowing that anything more would get in their way, so James could feel every single breath Sirius took, could feel the rumble of pleasure in his chest. His arse was pressed snug to Sirius's prick, thick and hard and soon to be inside him. He wondered if Sirius could feel that he'd long since soaked through the fabric-- there was no mistaking the scent that he was wet, but he hoped his alpha could already feel it on him, could know that the chase had made him feel so wonderful. 

"Looks like you're mine," Sirius said, simultaneously a warning growl and a delightful promise.

James tilted his neck to one side so his mating gland was exposed, and Sirius immediately buried his nose in it, inhaling deeply. James shivered, bringing awareness to the rest of his body. He had a few scrapes from climbing the trees. His hands in particular were sore and he wouldn't be surprised if they were bleeding sluggishly from his palms. The thought made him want to rub his hands on Sirius, get his scent on him in every way he could. His feet were still pressed into warm soil, so he couldn't feel them hurting, but he knew they were injured from sticks he'd stepped on and scraping them against bark. These wouldn't be the last of his injuries from tonight because he was certain his back and knees would rub so fiercely against the ground that they took would ache in the morning. Sirius would be in a similar condition, and he loved that they'd be able to compare wounds before deciding what to heal and what to leave.

"Mine," Sirius snarled, and then he was no longer attached to James's back but ripping down the omega's pants and shoving him to the ground.

James lifted his arse and stretched his arms in front of himself, presenting.

"Gorgeous," Sirius said, less of a compliment and more a fact of the universe. Then his hands were at James's calves, pushing them apart to make room for him. 

James moaned as Sirius thrust into him, seating himself in one motion. He only liked it rough when he was in heat, and when it happened, he loved it. 

There was no finesse here, just a pair that loved each other and knew what they liked. When Sirius's knot started to catch on his rim, he leaned down and bit James's mating gland, breaking the skin easily with his fangs.

James was unashamed to say that he screamed in pleasure when it happened, finally making his alpha his in a way no one in the world could dispute. Sirius held him close as he came, then moaned loudly at the way James clenched around his cock as his knot inflated. It made James's chest swell with pride, knowing that he'd been able to make his usually quiet mate-- mate! -- be loud for once.

He knew that next he'd ride Sirius, holding him close and moaning the whole time as Sirius thrust up into him, before biting his mating gland in return.

There was nothing that could ruin this night for him.

#prongsfoot #bambibelle #au #fanfic #my writing #james potter #sirius black #do i know what forest they're in? no but it doesn't matter

[siriusblack-the-third]

Hi Ambrose <333 can you talk to me about some Marathi wedding traditions? (Its for very important prongsfoot research 🙏🙏 thank youu)

Ooh yay Marathi weddings! I love them! Let's get started right away!

First things first: Indian weddings are almost festivals in their own right. There is a lot going on during wedding season, and it all condenses down into a very chaotic week that makes you feel like you're stuck in a whirlwind you never want to get out of.

I'm going to go off of my experiences with Big Fat Indian Weddings (which: I've seen many of those, each and every wedding I've been to has had around 2500 guests), so buckle up.

There are many rituals and events in an Indian wedding, and you can pick and choose which events you want, or you can have all of them, it's entirety up to you. There used to be regional traditions to weddings before, but now they are blending together, for example: Sangeet is a typically Punjabi affair when it comes to weddings, but every Maharashtrian celebration I've been to has held a Sangeet.

I'm going to give a sort of overview of all the things that take place and in which order, so here goes:

The Lagnaach Bedior: before any festivities begin, the horoscopes (Patrika) of the bride and groom are matched before any events. The family of the bride and groom get together and call on a family priest who checks their Patrika and details them out, offering advice for any difficulties that they may face in married life.

Then comes the Muhurta Medha; where the families of the bride and groom to be plant a tree as an auspicious beginning.

The wedding season starts with— you guessed it— an engagement ceremony. In Marathi, it is called Sakhar Puda (Sakhar– sugar, puda– packet) or Vangnishchay (verbal agreement). The bride is gifted with packets of sugar, clothing and jewellery, and the groom is given coconut, gold/silver coins, and clothes as well. The sugar signifies a sweet beginning of the marriage. Engagement rings, while not traditionally a Hindu thing, are also exchanged by the bride and groom to be.

Sometimes, a family may choose to have a pre- Sakhar Puda mehendi ceremony, it's not very common. A mehendi ceremony is when women who are invited to the wedding (hint: a lot of women) get together for a day to get their hands stained with mehendi. The bride is the star of the show, and her mehendi usually goes up to her biceps, and even her feet are stained. This is in general a very relaxed setting, with lots of cushions to lounge on and lots of food and refreshments (as is typical of any Indian get together lol food is important). A mehendi is always held before the main ceremony of marriage vows, though.

After the Vangnishchay comes the Muhurta— the priest is called once again, and this time a specific time is fixed for the beginning of the ceremony of vows. And then, the preparations begin in earnest, months before the wedding day.

Five Savashani (a married woman; the Hindi word is Suhasini) are invited by the bride’s mother on an auspicious day. They make turmeric powder and Sandege (pulses and spice powder) in mortar and pestle to be used later in the wedding, and Papad is rolled for eating. The women then hold a Rukhwat by decorating artistically and exhibiting bridal lehengas and sarees, jewellery, kitchen utensils, sweets and all sorts of bridal trousseau as a part of the wedding rituals of Maharashtra.

Next: the Sangeet! Sangeet is held anywhere between two days to a week before the ceremony of vows. There is food, lots of music and dancing to both traditional wedding songs and Bollywood songs, and it's generally a time for people to come together and have as much fun as possible. They're possibly my favourite part of weddings. (They're also not traditionally Maharashtrian, they're Punjabi, but lots of families still do it.)

Sometimes, the pre wedding mehendi is done right alongside the Sangeet, and other times it is done a either the day after Sangeet or after Kelvan (explained below). Again, lots of women come together and draw mehendi designs on their hands. Bridal mehendi goes all the way up to the biceps, and the feet are also decorated. It's very fun.

After the Sangeet comes the Kelvan, where the parents of the bride and groom to be invite each other's family for a meal. Gifts are given and aarti-puja for the Kuldevta (family deities) is performed, and in general it is a very simple yet beautiful affair. This is typically done two or three days before the wedding. The Kelvan ceremony invite also includes close family and relatives from both sides. The idea behind the ritual is to show respect and know each other better.

The day before— or sometimes the morning of, depending on the auspicious time— the ceremony of wedding vows, a Halad Chadawat is held. The bride and groom's respective families rub turmeric powder and water into their skin with the help of freshly picked mango leaves. It's a playful event, with lots of laughter and pranks. Halad (turmeric) is used for cleansing and purifying one's body before entering into a holy matrimony. It symbolizes the happy start of a new life together, and is said to protect the couple from any bad omens that may harm them before the wedding.

Now comes the actual wedding. This one's a doozy muahaha!

The day begins with a Puja of the Lord Ganpati, who is always honoured and worshipped at the beginning of any venture (there is a myth behind this, if you want to know). After the Ganpatidev Puja, the Kuldevta is also invoked to bless the couple.

The groom enters the venue of the wedding with a procession on the back of a horse, sometimes with a sword and scabbard strapped to his waist. The Seemant Puja is performed. The bride's mother washes the groom's feet and gifts are given to the groom's family by the bride's family.

The bride, wearing either a red or a yellow wedding Shalu (a type of saree) and with a Mundavalya (a string of pearls or flowers) tied across her forehead, performs the Gaurihar Puja with her parents. Rice is placed on the idol’s head as mantras and shlokas are recited. Prayers to the Goddess Parvati for a happy and prosperous married life are said.

The Antarpat ritual is the main one. A silk shawl is hung between the bride and groom while the Brahmin chants the mantras.

After the Antarpat comes the Sankalp, where the silk shawl is removed after the mantras are finished. The guests showers the newly married couple with Akshata (unbroken rice grains) to bless them with a happy marriage.

The Kanyadaan follows: here, the father of the bride gives her hand to the groom, who ties a mangalsutra around her neck and applies sindoor (red powder) to her forehead. The bride presses chandan (sandalwood) to the groom's forehead in return.

For the Saptapadi, the couple takes seven rounds around the holy fire. The bride is required to touch seven betel nuts placed on top of small mounds of rice with her right foot. Once the seven rounds are done, she places her foot on a grindstone, while the groom holds her hand or foot, symbolizing that she needs to be strong and he will always support her.

The bride’s father along with the couple pray to god for blessings in the Karmasamaapti (meaning "end of the act")

A grand feast fit for royalty follows the wedding ceremony, and there is again a lot of dancing and music. A separate Reception is also held, which is just another party so that the bride and groom— who had been busy with the wedding itself— can mingle with everyone who had attended.

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And this is it! That's your traditional wedding! It's a lot of fun, and i absolutely love attending functions like these!

I hope you got what information you wanted, and my asks are always open for any questions anyone may have. Go ahead, people, don't be shy! If anything is missing or I've gotten something wrong and you notice it, please go ahead and correct me or add on, it'll be much appreciated.

#dani tag #i absolutely loved this ask #i can always talk about tradition and heritage #especially if its Indian #thank you for asking me this Dani! #amrut answers

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If you could answer these in relation to The Harry Potter/Murauders Fandom please:

I don't remember the no, but it was frm end kf year asks

Longest completed fic you wrote this year

shortest completed fic you wrote this year

fics you wanted to write but didn’t

a fic you didn’t expect to write

shortest wip of the year

longest wip of the year

fic(s) you completed this year

fics you’ll continue next year

a fic you didn’t expect to write

A lot of questions (sorry!)

Oh, helloooooo! You don't have to be sorry! This is making me all fluttery on the inside. I am putting it beneath a cut, however, because PHWOAR! This will be long.

End of year asks!

7 - longest completed fic you wrote this year

Wasteland, capping out at just under 96k

8 - shortest completed fic you wrote this year

The Cold, just over 1100

23 - fics you wanted to write but didn't

There's the Wolfstar messy whirlwind romance made up of starstruck musicians Sirius and Remus (which will probably be my next project).

Age-gap Wolfstar with Healer Sirius and young, neglected Remus.

The third part of The Demons We're Made of series.

A dark!James fic that's been spinning around in my head most of the year.

YOU (ignore me while i cry because that one will probably never see the light of day)

Another Wolfstar with mechanic/shop owner Sirius and new-hire front office man Remus that's also a partial texting fic.

14 - a fic you didn't expect to write

I've already answered this once here, but if anyone here knows me, you also know that half of what I write is unexpected, so I'm going to give a different answer. Painted Ceilings belongs on this list as well. One of the last things I ever expected myself to write was a male pregnancy fic, but here we are. And I love it to pieces.

10 - shortest wip of the year

I could name a one-shot, but that feels a bit like cheating. If we're going with multi-chapter, it would be Wasteland. I knocked that one out pretty quickly because I'd been holding onto it for so long. Aaaaand I posted it lightning fast, too.

9 - longest wip of the year

Uuuuuuh. If we're going with still uncompleted, that would be Along the Broken Edge (i'm so sorry, guys! i just haven't had the brain power for all the cross-referencing i've got to do). If we're going with completed, that would be my mystery Big Bang which took months and months, but is finished and will be posted next year!

16 - fic(s) you completed this year

This list isn't as long as I feel like it should be, but here we go!

1- Day Breaks Softly (Wolfstar) 2- The Tying of Canines (Wolfstar) 3- The Kilting of Sirius Black (Wolfstar) 4- In Sickness and in Panic (Wolfstar) 5- Fickle Be Thy Heart (Wolfstar, hinted Jegulus) 6- Pulling of Tides (Wolfstar) 7- Found (Wolfstar/Sirius-centric) 8- Wasteland (Wolfstar) 9- Put You Through Me (Sirius & James) 10- A Lamp to Guide the Way (pre-Wolfstar) 11- Can't Match Your Light (Wolfstar) 12- The Cold (Wolfstar, technically) 13- Soliloquies in Orange (Jegulus) 14- there were stars in your eyes (Sirius & Regulus) 15- my universe, in flames (Prongsfoot) 16- Embers like Teeth (Wolfstar) 17- Painted Ceilings (Wolfstar) 18- Black Moon (Wolfstar, but really Moony/Sirius) 19- Idealizing Flowers (Wolfstar) 20- Multiplying Parents (Wolfstar, Harry POV) 21- Sins Trapped in Belfries (Prongsfoot) 22- when gods cry (Sirius & Walburga) 23- dormiveglia (Wolfstar) 24- The Tragic Dumpling Affair of 1986 (Wolfstar)

There's also my Wolfstar Big Bang which will be posted next year.

17 - fics you'll continue next year

1- CRuSH

2- Along the Broken Edge

3- Lies I Tell Myself

And then there are the series that will inevitably have new additions: Breeding Moonflowers, At the Healing Edge of Broken, The Demons We're Made of

#end of year fic asks #ask game #post in the toast

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i hit a couple milestones on tumblr and ao3 in the last few days and it’s very,,,,,overwhelming lol so instead of losing my shit over that, i’ll do a lil introduction (that i’ve never done, i think 🤔)

hello! welcome to my page <3

i’m padfootastic everywhere, but i go by penny online!

i’m an adult and though i’ve not posted anything too risqué yet, there’s always the possibility i might so uh, keep that in mind pls?

this is a no terf zone. we don’t support that kind of hateful rhetoric here.

ask box + inbox are always open! i love talking, even if im a bit terrible at the actual communication bit itself, so drop by whenever u like. prompts are always welcome too 💜

my favorite characters are—no surprise, i’m sure—sirius, james, and harry! the sirius & harry dynamic is my favorite thing to write about. prongsfoot in any capacity, but especially qpp, is the love of my life <3

i’m a scorpio (so uh, heavy projection on sirius sometimes. beware)

i love oceans and beaches and lakes and swimming pools. i think i’m part-fish, actually. which makes it even more sad that i’m in a land locked city :(

i’m trilingual! english is teeeeeechnically my third language, so that often bleeds into my writing as well. ignore any weird issues & metaphors & SPaG errors pls n thx 🙈

my posts are always tag-heavy because i love adding commentary to everything!!! it’s so much fun!! adds flavor and spice!!

My Works

foundations of decay - gen. ongoing wip! set post-gof, ft. independent, smart harry taking charge of his life. sirius & harry bonding.

glimpses of us - collection of all my tumblr drabbles/oneshots. featuring harry, sirius, james, next gen kids, random OCs.

(everything on tumblr’s under ‘pen’s writing’ and ‘tumblr works’)

since a list of everything would be tedious and take too long—i deal mainly in oneshots 🙃—i’ll just link my favourites!!

a home for you (for me) - 6.2k. Gen. A nebulous universe where qpp James & Sirius coparent Harry who wants to become Harry Potter-Black.

shovel talk - 2.4k. Background Jily. Sirius gives Lily Evans a shovel talk : )

i fall to pieces (when i’m with you) - 6.5k. Prongsfoot. James makes Sirius’ blush, that’s it. The whole fic is just that.

go easy on me (i was still a child) - Gen, 13.8k. Postwar, Sirius-returns-from-the-veil and discovers already Harry has a tattoo when he tries to take him for what he believes is his godson’s first- cue feels and emotions and tears.

i won’t ever let go of you - Gen. 8.4k. Set in OoTP. Molly says the wrong thing to Sirius and protective!harry erupts. Lots of bonding and affection.

home is wherever you are - Gen. 3.5k. Set in OoTP. Sirius’ scent—cigarettes; clove and tobacco and smoke—has always reminded Harry of safety & home.

it’s always been you - Gen. Set in OoTP. Sirius finally stands up for himself when Molly accuses him of treating Harry like James.

where you go, i’m going - Gen/QPP. 3.2k. Prongsfoot!!! and tattoos!! Outsider Remus POV into the close knit bond between James & Sirius.

Sirius Black: The Godfather - Gen. 7.7k. Mostly pre-canon/canon compliant. Background Jily but mainly focusing on s&h. a series of one shots highlighting the godson-godfather bond. (the first time i delved deep into my fav duo!)

okay, i’ll stop here 😭 but! i have a lot of assorted one shots on my ao3 so check it out if any of this sounds interesting. my motto for writing is ‘read what u wanna see in the world’ hence why everything is so…self-indulgent.

thank u for being here!! i appreciate everyone who reads/interacts so much i can not put it in words :”)

#if you’ve read til the end ur a real one #also i’m sorry i make myself sound so boring 😭 #but i don’t know how to do these? #i’ll probably keep adding to this as and when the mood strikes #also if i ever get around to posting the mcs im working on lol #thanks for stopping by and sticking around!!! #seeing the numbers on my accounts is legitimately awe-inspiring #i had an itty bitty cake in celebration today 🥰 #it was v funny because no one knew why i was doing it but hey- i liked it and isn’t that all that matters? #i have to unpin my weirdly detailed jilypad hc for this and i don’t know how to feel about that hmmmm #also didn’t wanna put this in the main post but sometimes i go on rants against certain characters (most notably remus) #i try to keep this is a - generally positive space but sometimes i’m too annoyed lol #so yeah. that’s a thing. that can happen. not a huge fan of the dude.