[elysianymph-deactivated20250604]

"i don't like sirius" that's embarrassing, keep that to yourself

[gyrovagi]

most difficult problem of writing fanfiction is when you need a character to express the particular surprised/dismayed/disappointed sentiment of going "jesus christ" but this isn't a lore friendly thing to say and there's nothing lore friendly that conveys quite the same emotion

[prongsfootfest]

Prongsfoot Fest is back for year four!

We hope everyone is ready for some more Prongsfoot love, because we certainly are!

Be sure to check out the rules, as we've added some new ones.

Special thanks to domsdayriver for the beautiful banner!

[groundzero-v]

Me, writing another chapter of a prongsfoot fic:

It's going well...

[groundzero-v]

hii i hope you're okay you havent updated any of your fics in a while? (no pressure tho!!)

Hii, that's so sweet, thank you (and thank you to the other anon who send a similiar message as well!). Just too busy with real life issues sadly, but as of yesterday I'm finally writing again 🥳

[nyxunderwood]

Sirius and James are each other’s exception. Sirius is harsh with everyone except James. James is arrogant with everyone except Sirius. Even people who dislike them can’t deny their love for each other.

[nyxunderwood]

The only thing Prongsfoot fight about as a couple is their mutual insistence on constantly trying to die for each other.

[lovelymasks]

Happy birthday, James Potter!

He's celebrating the day in his favourite spot: glued to Sirius's side ❤️

[starcroww]

Whenever sirius leaves a room full of people claiming he needs 'alone time' he always takes James with him. When someone points out it's not exactly alone time if somebody is with him, he looks at them like they have no idea what they're talking about, because of course his alone includes James, why wouldn't it?

[nyxunderwood]

Sirius loses the power of speech when James calls him Pads in bed

[moonfloured]

two of the richest heirs in the wizarding world, sealing their love with nothing but daisies.

@dailyprongsfoot Day 1: rings

[starcroww]

James threw Sirius over his shoulder in celebration after a match one time when they were 15, and consequently developed a life long obsession with manhandling Sirius.

[21langweilenn]

@dailyprongsfoot

Day 3 - tree

The kiss by the tree

P.S. the tree on the school grounds, where couples often gather

[groundzero-v]

New chapter of my Prongsfoot Star Wars AU is up 🌌 Here is a snippet:

Sirius’ shout rang in his ears. James breathed, tried to force his eyes to open. He was on the ground. How did he get on the ground? His hold on the Force faltered, his body sagging against the metal floor. Immediately, the sharp edge of the pain dulled even as his whole body seized, a wet cough pushing past his lips. His throat hurt. Had he been the one screaming? “What did you do to him?” he heard Sirius demand hotly, the sound strangely muffled. Belatedly, James raised his head, vision so blurry he could just make out the outline of Sirius’ body, lit by the blue saber.

Interested? Check it out here 🌠

[groundzero-v]

Sirius, looking at James: I respect you more than I do literally anyone else in my life. You're the only one who truly understands me and can match me in every way. I'll do anything, and I mean anything, to make sure you're happy. Even just being near you fills me with calm and joy.

Sirius, looking at literally anyone else: and why the fuck are you here?

[nyxunderwood]

Sirius and James are banned from giving their friends romantic advice until they realise that not everyone randomly stumbles into their soulmate on a train at 11 years old.

[patronusponderings]

Sirius x James Minific

Word Count = 793 words

The Gryffindor common room was loud in the way it always got on a Friday night—exploding wizard chess pieces arguing with their owners, someone practicing charms that were definitely not homework-related, and the low hum of chatter that made the fire crackle brighter. James Potter was sprawled on the rug in front of the hearth, broom catalog open, chin propped in his hands.

“Padfoot,” he said absentmindedly, tapping a page. “Do you think the Nimbus handles better in sharp dives, or is that just marketing nonsense?”

Sirius Black didn’t answer.

James frowned and glanced up. Sirius was slouched in an armchair nearby, boots hooked over one arm, dark hair falling into his eyes as he stared into the fire like it had personally offended him. He looked—annoyingly—like he belonged in a painting. A broody one. Possibly titled Tragic Handsome Idiot.

“Oi,” James tried again. “Earth to Sirius Black.”

Sirius blinked and turned his head. “Hm?”

James rolled onto his back, catalog flopping closed onto his chest. “You alright? You’ve been glaring at the fire like it insulted your mum.”

A muscle in Sirius’s jaw tightened. “Low bar.”

James winced. “Right. Sorry.”

There was a pause. The noise of the room filled it easily, but something about Sirius felt… off. James sat up, suddenly restless.

“You want to go for a walk?” he offered. “Before Remus assigns us reading or Peter starts telling that story again.”

Sirius’s lips twitched. “The one with the exploding cauldron?”

“The very one.”

Sirius stood, grabbing his jacket without hesitation. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

The corridors were quieter, moonlight spilling through tall windows and painting silver stripes across the stone. Their footsteps echoed softly as they wandered without a plan, shoulders brushing every so often in the way they always did.

James shoved his hands into his pockets. “So,” he said, casual as anything. “What’s got you brooding? Lose an argument with McGonagall?”

Sirius huffed a laugh. “As if.”

They stopped near a window overlooking the grounds. The lake shimmered faintly in the distance, and the sky was dusted with stars.

Sirius leaned against the wall. “Got a letter today.”

James’s stomach did a weird little flip. “From…?”

“Home,” Sirius said flatly.

James didn’t push. He just waited, because Sirius always talked eventually—especially to him.

“They want me back for Christmas,” Sirius continued. “Properly. Dress robes, pureblood guests, the whole performance.”

James scowled. “That’s rubbish.”

“Yeah,” Sirius said quietly. “I told them no. Again.”

James stepped closer without thinking. “You don’t have to go. You know that.”

Sirius looked at him then, really looked. “I know.”

Something soft settled between them, unspoken and warm. James swallowed, suddenly very aware of how close they were. He could see the faint scar near Sirius’s eyebrow, the one from second year when they’d been idiots with a Bludger.

“You can stay with me,” James said quickly. “For Christmas, I mean. Mum would love it. Already thinks you’re basically hers.”

Sirius smiled—small, genuine, a little stunned. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The smile widened. “Alright, Potter.”

They ended up on the Astronomy Tower, sitting side by side with their backs against the cold stone. Sirius had his jacket half-draped over James’s shoulders, and James pretended not to notice how deliberate that was.

James tilted his head back to look at the stars. “You ever think about after Hogwarts?”

“All the time,” Sirius said. “Mostly about not being told what to do.”

James laughed. “Fair.”

There was a beat. Then Sirius added, quieter, “I think about staying close. With you lot.”

James’s heart thumped. “Yeah,” he said softly. “Me too.”

The silence stretched, comfortable and charged. Sirius’s knee brushed James’s, and neither of them moved away.

James’s mouth felt dry. He’d faced down Snape, dodged hexes mid-air, stolen biscuits from the kitchens without fear—but this? This was terrifying.

“Sirius?” he said.

“Yeah?”

“You know when everyone says we’re inseparable?”

Sirius snorted. “They’re not wrong.”

James laughed, then sobered. “I don’t think I’d mind if we were. Like. Really inseparable.”

Sirius turned fully toward him. “James.”

The way he said it—soft, fond—made James’s chest ache.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for ages,” Sirius said, and then he leaned in and kissed him.

It wasn’t dramatic or rushed. Just warm and gentle and right. Sirius’s hand curled into James’s jumper, and James kissed him back like he’d been waiting his whole life to do it.

When they pulled apart, Sirius rested his forehead against James’s. “Well,” he murmured. “That explains a lot.”

James grinned, wide and brilliant. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Sirius kissed him again, smiling into it.

Above them, the stars burned bright, and Hogwarts stood steady and safe around them—holding two reckless boys who had somehow, finally, figured it out.