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My friend: I really like ships that have a lot of balance, you know?
Me: ...I like when they're really, REALLY weird about eachother-
*puts this out to lure prongsfoot shippers to my blog*
Wrong! Sirius loves his partners and takes care of them but they are the ones who are pathetic for him. They literally beg for his attention and cry if they don’t get it. His whole harem is viciously envious of one another and brags whenever Sirius focuses on them. You would not believe the amount of bragging when Sirius fucks somebody. People cry because he doesn’t have them on the floor sucking his dick. They literally fight over who gets to be his toy for the hour (he enables all of it but makes sure they are all cared for don’t worry)
I don’t gaf who you ship Sirius with as long as they are literally willing to get on their knees and beg for his attention. That’s all. He should always be worshiped by his partners because he’s literally the best and they all know it. Fuck you. Actually you know what he doesn’t have to pick all of your ships are real they’re just his harem
I don’t gaf who you ship Sirius with as long as they are literally willing to get on their knees and beg for his attention. That’s all. He should always be worshiped by his partners because he’s literally the best and they all know it. Fuck you. Actually you know what he doesn’t have to pick all of your ships are real they’re just his harem
Please give me all of your Sirius Black tattoo ideas, I need them so badly...
Bodybuilder James + strongman Sirius. I propose this mostly to talk about Sirius with a strongman build. Like. An insane amount of muscle, can literally deadlift over twice his own body weight, but also a belly and fat and AHHH? Like please? I want that so bad. Also, post-Harry, James gets a dad bod? Please??? They would be so handsome that way I’m dying. Bonus points for Lily who, despite not working out much, is absurdly strong and carries James around bridal style sometimes. And then there’s Peter who doesn’t work out but is also like. Pretty strong? Not jacked, Lily is stronger than him, but he’s still got a decent bit of muscle. Also Remus is there (more than 3 books and he taps out).
James: Are we still bros?
Sirius, balls deep: Of course, bro.
James, tearing up: Bro…
Remus, under James: …are we all just bros to you?
Lily, watching them: Sorry, fucking what?
The Marauders? Oh you mean Sirius’ harem
James and Sirius are both kind, but in different ways.
James is sweet and kind. He’s loud and makes it known that he’s a nice person (not necessary on purpose, it’s just how he is). He’s all for grand gestures and big moments.
Sirius is stoic and kind. He does little things for people without even expecting them to know it was him. He fixes things and helps out without making a big deal about it, and people only really notice when their oven is actually getting to temperature or their bathroom door no longer squeaks.
anti prongsfoot/lilypad/jilypad are actually missing out on some of the cutest ship names
lilypad is soooo adorable are u kidding
prongsfoot eats and its not even a stretch like quillkiller or nobleflower (not hating, those are my favs ships but if you arent in the know u would have no idea which characters theyre referring to)
we did a thing! @whowhatwhenwhereandwhynot
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63235579
sunshine-james potter has a special place in my heart, but asshole-to-everyone-except-sirius james potter is my drug
the marauders as one perfect found family friend group has my heart, but codependent toxic prongsfoot popular duo with the two loner cowards that follow them around is my drug
yes, they could bully snape because he was a slimy DE creep, or they could bully him mostly cuz they were bored
i want more fics from james/sirius hogwarts age pov where theyre rich, handsome, intelligent assholes who do whatever the fuck they want cuz they are told by everyone constantly that they own the world so damn anyone who tries to stop them from taking it
a sirius that doesnt regret “the prank” and a james that doesnt get angry at sirius for pulling it
sure they mature later on, and have generally always had their heads straight about important issues like blood supremacy and voldemort, but its still fun to duel DEs and its still funny to piss off their collegues and bosses and life is oh so boring if you take anything too seriously
i want more fics where peter betrays them because prongsfoot peaked in highschool and voldemort was simply the bigger, scarier fish in the pond
more fics where remus was a sad old man who married a woman half his age, abandoned his friend’s orphan son, and tried to run away from his own pregnant wife. remus who thought his own friend was a double agent for voldemort and accused him of betraying his best friend
James wished he could blame it on the alcohol, but the dizziness that overtook his entire body when Sirius whispered in his ear, his hips grinding against James’ arse, was from a whole different kind of drug.
He was almost tempted to dance off beat just to feel his friend redirect him again, hand pressing burns into his hip. But it felt even better when he did something right and Sirius whispered praises, breath brushing against the shell of his ear.
Ever the show off, he perused the dance floor for inspiration. Something flashy. His eyes kept drifting back to the couple dancing in front of them, one man wearing a hickey into the other’s neck.
Now, how to entice Sirius to do that to him?
There.
James bent over at the waist, keeping his arse firmly pressed against Sirius. Then he shook it, drinking in the way his mate’s grip clenched against his hips.
More, James thought, his competitive spirit and thrill at pleasing Sirius sending blood rushing to his head.
He popped a squat—his body flesh with Sirius’ the whole time—turning around to face Sirius, and grinned. He hoped his expression looked flirtatious and conniving, but there was a near 100% chance it was just goopy and giggly. James kept eye contact with his mate as he slowly stood up, swaying his hips and running his hands up the backs of Sirius’s legs, fingers learning every crook and bend of his body.
He stop one hand on Sirius’ backend, giving it a cheeky squeeze, and let the other arm rest loosely over his shoulder.
“How’s that, Pads?” James said under his breath. His whole body shook from nerves so violently that he couldn’t muster more than a whisper.
His mind nearly spiralled into the ‘oh my god, what have I just done’ territory when Sirius’s arm looped back around his waist, pulling him closer. With his other hand Sirius gently held James’ jaw.
“So you do have a little gay in you.” Sirius smirked.
James gulped. “A lot more than a little.”
Sirius had gotten good at faking it. He’d gotten good at the smiles and the flirting and the hinting at women sharing his bed. He mentioned the clubs and changed the pronouns and he got good at it.
He got good at lying to James. He’d never wanted to be good at lying to James.
He’d gotten so good at it that when James and Lily broke up and James needed an outlet to “let loose” that he’d turned to Sirius and asked where he normally went.
And, of course, Sirius had given the name of the only bar he could think of.
One he hadn’t been to in a year, which could be in his best interest now as hopefully none of his old hookups would be there. But still.
He’d very much given the name of a gay bar to newly singly James Potter.
He debated calling in help but Remus wouldn’t understand the urgency. Had never understood why Sirius didn’t go out with it and tell James he was gay. James would understand, Remus was certain. It wouldn’t change anything.
But Remus didn’t know about the countless practice kisses. The times they’d share beds to stave off the cold. Didn’t know that the only reason James couldn’t see Sirius’ feelings was that he’d never thought them possible.
Sirius was a womanizer.
He’d carefully made sure James knew that. Believed that.
Because otherwise, his friend might see. Might see the arms thrown over shoulders, the lingering hugs, the blushes, the smile he couldn’t control at hearing Lily had finally left him.
Things that a straight best friend might get away with. Things that a queer friend wouldn’t.
But then he’d gone and given James the name of London’s number one gay night club.
And he was fucked.
Prongsfoot pipeline:
Man, James and Sirius are besties
Prongsfoot platonic soulmates!!
James and Sirius are more than friends, they’re like brothers
James and Sirius would choose each other over their romantic partners (in a brotherly way)
Haha i love it when James and Sirius joke about being lovers and everyone thinks they’re dating, but they aren’t cuz that would be incest, right?
they were each others first “practice kiss”
they were each others gay awakening
it wouldn’t be that weird if they kissed, right?
Wait… romantic prongsfoot is kinda… but like ironically
they’re in love. its basically canon and its taken over my life
James had gotten good at faking it. He’d gotten good at the soft touches, roving eyes, and deep kisses. He bought flowers and wrote poems and he got good at it.
He got good at faking it to Lily. He never thought he’d have to fake it with Lily.
He’d gotten so good it at that he almost forgot what attraction really felt like until he accidentally walked in on Sirius stepping out of the shower, wet hair hanging over his forehead.
And James was a good guy, so he told Lily, saying the words for the first time out loud: I’m gay.
It was the most agonizing thing he’d done in his life. After years and years of professing his love, convincing her to go out with him, just to turn around and tell her he never felt a thing at all when she finally loved him back.
What hurt too was that Lily was good. She was beautiful and kind and smart, and she forgave him. But James couldn’t forgive himself for letting that perfect life with her slip from under his grip. The picture perfect marriage like his parents had, the picture perfect kids he and Lily would have had. She would’ve made a great mother.
What hurt most was that he couldn’t confide in his best friend. He couldn’t. But how to keep a secret from someone you shared everything with? When that was the exact reason he couldn’t confide in Sirius; they’d shared everything: touches and hugs and beds and kisses. If he opened up about being gay then he’d have shared that with his best friend too, implicating all of their intimate moments.
James was in love with Lily Evans.
That was a fact of life. At least it was for James, and so it would remain for Sirius.
He’d tell Sirius that Lily dumped him, that she’d given him a chance, but found nothing to come of it. They’d go to a club, get drunk, then he’d make out with some random girl and it would all be okay.
Then Sirius offered they go to London’s number one gay club.
James was fucked.
Sirius had gotten good at faking it. He’d gotten good at the smiles and the flirting and the hinting at women sharing his bed. He mentioned the clubs and changed the pronouns and he got good at it.
He got good at lying to James. He’d never wanted to be good at lying to James.
He’d gotten so good at it that when James and Lily broke up and James needed an outlet to “let loose” that he’d turned to Sirius and asked where he normally went.
And, of course, Sirius had given the name of the only bar he could think of.
One he hadn’t been to in a year, which could be in his best interest now as hopefully none of his old hookups would be there. But still.
He’d very much given the name of a gay bar to newly singly James Potter.
He debated calling in help but Remus wouldn’t understand the urgency. Had never understood why Sirius didn’t go out with it and tell James he was gay. James would understand, Remus was certain. It wouldn’t change anything.
But Remus didn’t know about the countless practice kisses. The times they’d share beds to stave off the cold. Didn’t know that the only reason James couldn’t see Sirius’ feelings was that he’d never thought them possible.
Sirius was a womanizer.
He’d carefully made sure James knew that. Believed that.
Because otherwise, his friend might see. Might see the arms thrown over shoulders, the lingering hugs, the blushes, the smile he couldn’t control at hearing Lily had finally left him.
Things that a straight best friend might get away with. Things that a queer friend wouldn’t.
But then he’d gone and given James the name of London’s number one gay night club.
And he was fucked.
who said that 🫣