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New chapter snippet 👀
Check out the new chapter of Storm Warnings, my Seventh Year Marauders fic featuring mutual pining so catastrophic it becomes a meteorological event.
In Chapter 9, a visit to St. Mungo's takes a steamy turn and Orion gathers his forces.
James pressed his lips against the scar on Sirius’ neck. Not quite a kiss. No more than the lightest brushing contact. Yet Sirius’ toes curled in his boots, the sensation almost too intense against his over-sensitised skin. “You taste so good,” James whispered against his throat. “Why does anyone need to taste this good?” “Maybe you’re just a vampire,” Sirius replied, stroking his neck. "Maybe you want to bite me." James shook his head, his lips dragging across Sirius’ skin with the motion. He didn’t lift his head. “If I were a vampire, I would have turned you already.” “Are you sure you’d want to spend eternity with me?” James lifted his head. There was a red crescent on his collarbone in the shape of Sirius’ teeth. Maybe Sirius was the vampire; he could have happily devoured James. “Who else am I going to spend eternity with?” James asked, utterly guileless. Sirius couldn’t take it: those eyes, that face, the feelings burning in his chest. He tugged James closer, adjusting him until his full weight pinned Sirius down. He wrapped his arms around James’ middle and breathed in his wildflower scent. Eternity wouldn’t be nearly long enough. But it would be a good start.
Read the full chapter here. @dailyprongsfoot prompt: "bite"
in the woods somewhere | part 23 @dailyprongsfoot prompt May 2026 | 22: dark | AO3 | start at part 1
It's already dark when they finally arrive at the gates to the castle.
“Who's there?” a voice demands of them, a little shaky. The knight at the gate draws his sword and nearly drops it in his haste, trying but failing to cover the fact that he was thoroughly distracted from his duty by playing cards with himself.
James grins. “Hello Peter.”
Peter's eyes widen as they adjust to the patch of darkness James is standing in. “Y-your Highness!”
“Any good card pulls?” James steps into the pool of light that surrounds the gate, leading Nimbus by the reins. He can see the exact moment Peter realises James isn't alone. His blue eyes go even wider as he openly stares at Sirius.
“Shouldn't you be answering your prince's question?” Sirius drawls, an eyebrow raised at Peter.
Peter flushes furiously. “No... no luck, Your Highness.”
“Shocking,” Sirius says. James pushes his elbow into the mage's side.
For an awkward moment, Peter just stares at them before he seems to remember his duties. “I'll notify the castle of your return, Your Highness. Immediately.” He turns to reach for a small orb in the gate, a way to communicate with the castle proper, but James is faster. He catches Peter's wrist before he can send out the alarm.
“There is no need. Just open the gates for us, we'll take it from here.”
Peter looks at him, a bit startled at the sudden touch, then nods slowly. “Of-of course, Your Highness.”
The gate swings open only moments later. “Thank you, Peter,” James says as they pass through. “Have a good rest of your shift.”
“You didn't tell me you have a fanboy,” Sirius says when they have left Peter behind and follow the pathway through the courtyard to the stables.
James pushes his elbow into his side again.
“Hi Remus.”
The young man nearly drops the scrolls and papers he's holding, his eyes wide when James steps out from behind a tapestry like a ghost. “James! I mean, Your Highness,” he quickly corrects himself when he sees James isn't alone. “We didn't get any alerts from the gate of your return.”
“That's fine, I told Peter not to do it.” James grins. “I wanted it to be a surprise. Are my parents still awake?”
Remus nods, still clinging to the slippery papers. “In the study.”
“Thank you.” James starts down the corridor, but stops himself again before he can get very far. He points at his companion. “Oh, that's Sirius, by the way.”
Then he turns again and basically skips down the corridor in his haste to get to the study.
“Nice to meet you.” Remus wins the fight against the papers and shifts all the scrolls into one arm, offering his now free hand to Sirius. Sirius takes the hand and shakes it. As soon as their fingers brush, his expression changes from bored to keenly interested.
Remus winces and barely resists the urge to rip his hand away from the other man's grip. It can only mean one thing – he's a mage. Mages can sense Remus' werewolf nature by touch alone, a strange part of their magic reacting to the moon curse.
Sirius looks him up and down, his grey eyes taking in every detail. It makes Remus feel like he's a rabbit sitting in a trap in front of a hunting dog.
“You're interesting,” Sirius says as he pulls his hand back, like it's a stamp of approval. “Remus, was it?”
Remus can only nod.
A grin spreads on Sirius' face, one that can only mean doom for Remus. “We'll talk again,” he says, then he turns without another word and follows James down the corridor, leaving Remus to clutch the scrolls to his chest like he's trying to use them as a very unsuccessful shield.
James slowly pushes the door to the study open.
“Is there anything else, Remus?” his father asks from the desk in front of the fireplace, too busy with his parchment to look up from it. “Give me a second and I will –”
“No need to rush, father,” James says with a fond smile. “I can wait.”
“Jamie!” His mother leaps from her chair next to his father, the scroll she was reading from falling forgotten to the floor. She's at the door in a flurry of skirts and crushes him in a hug, barely letting him finish that sentence before she squeezes the air out of his lungs. “Oh, my darling son, what took you so long? Spring is already well on its way and we expected you back ages ago.”
“If you want your son to be able to tell you about his adventures, maybe you should leave his ribs intact,” James laughs into her hair, but he's squeezing her back just as tightly.
Euphemia huffs a laugh and pulls back a little. She looks at him like she's ready to drink in every little change he might have gone through. Reaching up, she brushes her hand against his cheek. James leans into the touch, making her smile. “We were so close to sending out a search party.”
“You were close,” his father chuckles, having made his way over to the door as well. “I was willing to wait until the day before the spring festival. You would never skip a good party willingly, James.”
James grins and leans into his father's embrace, once his mother has made room for him. “As you see you're right. I'm perfectly on time for that.”
“And it seems that you have brought someone to celebrate with us.”
James steps out of his father's arms to see his mother has spotted Sirius, who has held himself back from the family reunion. “I have.” James reaches over and tugs Sirius closer by his arm. “This is Sirius Black, my mage.”
“Sirius?” Fleamont asks, surprised. “Is it possible I might have heard that name before?”
“Indeed it is, Your Majesty.” Sirius gives the king and queen a gallant bow. “I was supposed to arrive at the castle last spring. I apologise for my delay.”
“Oh, you will have to tell us all about that,” Euphemia says, just as delighted as James had been about the supposed fate that had pushed them together. Before Sirius can even blink, he's engulfed in a crushing hug of his own. “I can't wait to hear everything about your adventures.”
“But first,” Fleamont says and takes over with a hug of his own. Sirius looks pretty startled by all that casual affection. “We need to get some food into both of you.”
“And we need to get rooms ready too, so you can rest after you've told me everything!” Euphemia already reaches for the door to go and set things up.
“There is no need to make a big fuss about us this late in the evening,” James says with a laugh, stopping her before she can rush out of the door. “Just my room will be enough. We've gotten quite used to sharing a bed after all.”
James winks at Sirius over his mother's head.
Sirius tries really hard not to blush in front of James' parents.
New chapter snippet 👀
Check out the new chapter of Storm Warnings, my Seventh Year Marauders fic featuring mutual pining so catastrophic it becomes a meteorological event.
This chapter features an awkward morning after, a contract signed in blood, and James finally noticing what's right in front of him.
“Listen,” James said, forcing out the words. “About last night...” Sirius tightened. A drawbridge slammed shut behind his eyes. “We don’t have to talk about it.” James tightened his grip. Stubbornness planted his feet more firmly on the grey stones. “We’re not pretending it didn’t happen, Sirius.” “That what didn’t happen?” Sirius asked, lifting his chin, daring James to press the issue. So that was how Sirius wanted to play the situation. Sirius glared at him with that fixed, closed off expression. As though he could simply pretend that nothing had happened. That the words that were echoing through James’ brain had never been uttered. That he hadn't come undone, desperate and begging, pinned to the mattress by James' body. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. James drew himself up to his full height. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Sirius swallowed. James watched the tendons in his neck move. His mouth had touched that smooth skin. Sirius wasn’t going to convince him to simply forget about it. Sirius shifted, his jacket rustling. “It wasn’t a big deal.” The claim landed like a punch.
Read the full chapter here. @dailyprongsfoot prompts: "situation".
@dailyprongsfoot day 3-Enemy
I haven't engaged too much in enemies to loves, but I figured that if I were to it it, I would do Prongsfoot but with Slytherin Sirius.
in the woods somewhere | part 22 @dailyprongsfoot prompt February 2026 | 28: consciousness| AO3 | start at part 1
“Next time, you'll let me navigate.”
James can't really protest this, because somehow he managed to walk them right into a nest of huge spiders. They are taller than Nimbus and the horse is very much not a fan of that.
James can't blame him either. He can't say he's a fan himself.
The spiders seem to share the overall sentiment. They don't like their presence – or more likely they do like the direct food delivery, but aren't happy with the food still being alive and ready to resist being eaten. They come closer, surrounding them, ready to change that fact. James draws his sword.
“Let me,” Sirius says and James can feel the magic gathering around him in the air. It's like feeling a storm approaching. Sparks gather between Sirius' hands and light up.
An arc of fire pushes the spiders back, who stumble out of the way, screeching.
Sirius frowns at the wide arc of flames and then at his hands. “That was a bit much.”
“Don't care, it worked,” James says, feeling strangely off-centre all of a sudden. It's probably the smoke that rises from the fire, eating tree by tree rapidly. “Let's get out of here.”
He grabs Nimbus' reins and they run, gaining distance between themselves and the spiders as fast as possible before one of them finds a way around the fire. They splash through a creek at a little clearing when Sirius stops.
“Wait.” He looks up into the sky, where a singly, small, white cloud floats in the clear blue.
“What is it?” James leans against Nimbus, far too breathless for the short run. The horse noses at his hair.
“I probably shouldn't burn the whole forest down. Let me try to dampen the flames a little.”
James wouldn't mind. It would destroy those huge spiders completely and he can't say he would be sad about it.
But Sirius is right. Sacrificing a whole forest is probably not the right way to do it.
Sirius looks up at the cloud and pulls. That's the best way James can describe it. The cloud moves with more urgency, drifting closer to the burning part of the forest. It grows along the way and pulls in other clouds from much further away. They all turn from white to grey and then to almost black.
Sirius frowns again as the clouds open, pouring heavy rain onto the trees. The fire hisses and sizzles and then goes out.
“That shouldn't have worked that well,” Sirius says, watching the clouds as they grow smaller and turn back to white.
“But it looked really great. Very impressive,” James slurs and faints.
When he regains consciousness, the first thing he sees is Nimbus' face only millimetres away from his own. He groans and lifts a hand to push the horse's nose away. “I'm okay, let me breathe.”
Nimbus snorts and steps back, but only a little. Only enough for Sirius to take his place, lifting a vial to James' lips. James pulls a face.
“There is honey in it. Now stop being a baby, Your Highness.”
James sighs and drinks the potion down. It has a gross aftertaste, even with the promised honey. He feels it settle in his stomach, warmth spreading from there through his body. He hadn't noticed how cold he had gotten.
“What was that?” James asks and carefully sits up, using Sirius' offered hand to pull himself upright. The dizziness slowly lifts. Sirius hands him some water and James drinks it down greedily.
“The bond might be a more equal one than I thought,” Sirius says with a frown and flexes his fingers. “I think I accidentally drew on your energy to enhance my magic.”
“So it works both ways,” James says with a smile. “I can pull on your power, you can pull on mine.” Somehow that feels really good.
Sirius' frown only deepens. “Stop being so happy about this. I could have killed you by accident.”
“Well, I'm glad you wouldn't have done it on purpose.”
Sirius glares at him. James grins and cups Sirius' cheeks in his hands. “Look, this is good news, even if you're too stubborn to see it yet. We just need to be a little more careful.”
“And how do you propose we do that?”
“Easy.” James pulls Sirius a little closer, completely unfazed by the raised eyebrow of disbelief. “You'll teach me how to control the bond from my end too and we're all good. A small correction, really.”
Sirius opens his mouth, but before he can further protest James steals his words away with a kiss.
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July, day 9 - Blanket
Once I wrote a story on ao3 about qpr Prongsfoot and Harry wrapped up in blankets that Euphemia had made
And since the prompt is almost identical to the title of this fic, I decided to draw a scene
(their poses aren't exactly the same as in the fic, 'cause my sketchbook is literally 8x8 cm)
And then Sirius remembers. This's the same blankie that tiny Harry was wrapped in when he and James picked up Lily and the baby from the maternity ward at St. Mungo's Hospital. The blankie that Euphemia had made for Harry, but she never got to see her precious grandson. - Yep, it's warm and soft, - Harry coos. - You bring your own, too, and we'll sit wrapped up together. And even though Harry's words sound so sweet, Sirius freezes. He remembers that James has a blankie, also burgundy with purple and gold diamonds. Euphemia sewed this blankie when she was pregnant with James. In it, his friend was brought to the Potter Manor from the maternity ward. Sirius knows that the blankie is still in James' room, in his closet. It won't be a problem for him to bring it, as Harry offers.
But Sirius has nothing to bring. Walburga didn't consider it necessary to keep such things, especially to give them to Sirius as a symbol of care and affection.
The flower - a prongsfoot microfic
@dailyprongsfoot - July 2: Flower - words: 123
They walked slowly side by side in the Potter garden, the day's fun and games giving way to stillness in the twilight.
James nicked a flower from a fragrant bush and gently put it behind Sirius ear.
Sirius gaped, something warm and soft constructing his chest and hindering his speach.
"What?" James asked and chuckled awkwardly.
Maybe, if Sirius had been braver than he was, he would have done something else than just stare.
James crossed his arms and quickened his steps. "Relax! It doesn't mean anything, you know. Doesn't make you gay or anything. It's just a flower."
"Of course not." Sirius caugh up to him and smiled an easing smile, wishing bitterly that it had meant somehing.
Paint and Pasties
For @dailyprongsfoot July - Day 1 - Paint. I must have been hungry as this grew a lunch subplot 😂
No CWs apply. Just some domestic fluff
Also on AO3
James was exhausted. Despite the years of playing quidditch, his body was aching in ways he’d never felt. But he also felt alive. His parents, whilst not blood-purists, were still set in their ways and everything at Potter Manor was done with magic or house elves. It was just the way of the world according to them. James felt differently. He’d grown up with more muggleborn friends than his parents, and was truly fascinated with what the muggle world had to offer. That and the fact Sirius was completely obsessed with muggle culture, meant that instead of doing some intricate transfiguration magic on their new flat, James was covered head to toe in paint.
The day had started with a brew and crumpet drenched in butter and then it was time to get to work. And work they had. James hadn’t stopped painting in more than six hours. His stomach was rumbling, begging for something more substantial than a biscuit and more tea, and his arms felt like they were made of lead. Queen played on in the background, the album repeating for what felt like the hundredth time, and Sirius was singing into his paintbrush as if he were Freddie Mercury himself. His face was smeared with a soft white paint, flecks decorating his shaggy black mane. It almost looked as though he was going grey. James couldn’t help but stare at Sirius. Despite their long day, he was buzzing with energy, thriving in the chaos of painting their flat muggle-style. The tiredness that was aching in James’ bones seemed to have passed Sirius by and his energy was almost infectious.
Almost.
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July, day 2 - Flower
A new part of the story about the suffering of the parents of brilliant and willful Sirius Black
Read on ao3
Five-year-old Sirius is about to get a brother, and he doesn't quite grasp what that means. Because of this, he’s acting out more than usual and even breaks up with his boyfriend
Sirius, however, doesn't look particularly happy. He swallows a piece of the pie and asks in a matter-of-fact tone:
- Then can I go to James and his parents if you don't need me anymore?
Orion and Walburga look at each other, suddenly realising what has been bothering their son all this time. This was probably the reason for his recent attempts to outdo himself in bad behavior in order to attract their attention.
They rush to hug Sirius.
- No, dear, of course we need you. We won't let you go anywhere, - Walburga says in frustration, pressing her son's head to her chest and pressing her lips to his curly crown.
- It's a pity..., - the boy sighs.
It's already time for the Daily Prongsfoot June wrap-up! This time we had a total of 20 entries by 7 creative people🥳 Amazing work, everyone! ☺️ Thank you all so much for participating! 💖 We love to see the magic you create with the prompts! 😊
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Prompt of the Month: Used
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@21langweilenn Used Stick Enough Doom Paper Appalling Club Smile
@domsdayriver Red
@goldenlionprince in the woods somewhere - part 18 in the woods somewhere - part 19 in the woods somewhere - part 20 in the woods somewhere - part 21
@missmoonfrost Shirtless Painting signs Dirty
@moonfloured glow
@my-castles-crumbling used
@nyxunderwood Storm Warnings - Chapter 3 - snippet Storm Warnings - Chapter 6 - snippet
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Kindness
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Smile
Confession
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Need
Red
Worry
Glow
Book
Full
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Alleviate
Prescribe
Forever
Dog
Agony
Dirty - a prongsfoot microfic
@dailyprongsfoot - June 30: Agony - words: 159 - warning: religous guilt
The stories of fire and brimstone had oddly scared Sirius less as a child than they did now. Then, it had only seemed natural that there would be a punnishment for others, weaker and fouler than him.
He had long since started to challenge and disprove lie after lie. But, embarrassingly enough, the vivid pictures of eternal damnation didn't always respond to logical reasoning.
His hearth started racing and his stomach clenching at the worst time. Even though he didn't find the words to explain it, James was always patient.
In the end it was an opposite logic that freed him.
If James strong arms, holding him steady through yet another night, was a sin, then he'd rather burn than live without them. If James' lips brushing against his bore the possibility of unending agony, they were worth it. If loving James made him dirty, then he'd better enjoy this dirty life before judgement day.
New chapter snippet 👀
Check out the new chapter of Storm Warnings, my Seventh Year Marauders fic featuring mutual pining so catastrophic it becomes a meteorological event.
In this chapter, a mishap with Sirius' storm wielding leads to some unexpected bed sharing. Completely platonic, of course...
Sirius lay on his side, facing the flames. Firelight turned his eyes into liquid gold. For a moment, James forgot what he was doing, where he was standing, what his hands were for. All he could do was watch the reflection of the flames on Sirius’ face. He felt guilty for being so distracted when Sirius was still shivering. He needs body heat. The fire snapped, making James jump. His body couldn’t decide whether it was cold or warm. It was like having a fever. The four words echoed through his brain, striking like an avalanche over and over again. These were the instructions his mother had given him for dealing with hypothermia. Never mind that she was picturing a snowdrift rather than a bedroom at Potter Manor. James swallowed, the sound loud in the quiet room. He took a halting step towards the bed, making the floorboards squeak. Sirius peered over his shoulder, his curls slipping back. His long eyelashes cast shadows on his sharp cheekbones. The light from the fire illuminated him at the edges. James almost wished he could take a photograph. It would be a permanent reminder that true beauty existed - and that it was close enough to touch. Not that James could ever forget the sight of Sirius in his bed.
Read the full chapter on AO3.
@dailyprongsfoot prompts: "fever"
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@dailyprongsfoot day 20-Red
Last minute entry for this mounts daily prongsfoot.
