James is giving Sirius his rose bud he grows himself in his garden. Yahh in this au my boy Jamie is a marine biologist but he is also a gardener bc I always see James as the type to have green thumb 🥰
(was tagged by both @arliedraws and @mycupofrum so here we are....!)
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Likely? Probably
“I--” started James, not exactly sure where the sentence was going to end up, but desperately knew he wanted to keep grey eyes on him. And wanted Sirius to stay there, and wanted Sirius.
“Shh,” Sirius said, shaking his head. One of Sirius’s hands left the safety of the counter and cupped James’s jaw. Sirius leaned down, bit by bit, his mouth--oh, that wicked, pretty, mouth--with the bottom lip that had the faintest scar on the inside of it. James only knew because second year Sirius had shown him. James could map out Sirius’s scars and tell the stories of each and every one of them better than James could explain his own. James had one across his kneecap he couldn’t recall ever getting, but knew the one on Sirius’s hairline was from when he and his younger brother charmed their socks and decided to race down the halls of their childhood home, Sirius slipping and skimming the corner of a chest of drawers. James braced himself, surprised to see his hands were shaking slightly as he put them on top of Sirius’s thighs, as that pretty mouth finally reached his own.
Warm, and slow, Sirius’s thumb gently pulling on James’s chin to open it a little wider. James had forgotten how to kiss, standing there, shell-shocked and shaking. Still, even as Sirius slipped his tongue inside.
2. Five Times Sirius Black Fucked James Potter and One Time He Didn't
It was impulsive.
It was compulsive .
The first time they kissed. James leaned forward to cut Sirius off, mouth swallowing any words Sirius had left to say. Teeth hitting against each other because James was too forceful and eager, and if he was being honest, hadn’t had much practice kissing before deciding that the best way to shut Sirius Black up was with his tongue.
3. would've, could've, should've (tumblr dribble)
It was the wine.
That was all.
Sirius smiled softly, raising his own glass of wine to connect with James’s, “Cheers to finishing then,” he said. James had barely swallowed his sip of wine, trying not to chug all of it in one gulp, when Sirius put down his own cup and stepped forward. A hand under James’s jaw, and Sirius pressed their lips together. Abrupt, and surprising, until it wasn’t, and James could feel himself lean into Sirius’s hand. Sirius’s tongue parted James lips, and warm wine spilled into James’s mouth from Sirius’s slowly.
Oh, Merlin, save me.
James felt the liquid pour down his throat, carefully swallowing, not wanting to choke or gag or do anything to ruin what had become the highlight of the evening.
Sirius pulled away, keeping his hand under James’s jaw, “You drive me absolutely mad. I hope that was alright. Just thought you should know.” Sirius was still close enough his lips skimmed against James’s with every word he spoke. Another warm kiss.
i think everyone i know who likes prongsfoot has been tagged in this already, so if i missed you....you know what to do!!!
So, I was tagged by @nyxunderwood in their quest (read: sheme) to find more prongsfoot first kisses. So, I scoured my bibliography and actually found two (and a special treat!)
THE GAME: 📣 Prongsfoot writers: Show me your Prongsfoot first kiss!
THE RULES:
💋 Share the first Sirius/James kisses from your fics in a post. Make sure you link to the fic.
💋 No context. Let the kiss speak for itself.
💋 Tag with: "Prongsfoot first kisses".
💋 Tag a few other Prongsfoot writers to keep it going.
Also, idk how I feel about no context but that is what the rules say
maybe not never 1,6k oneshot, T
“So, how would you do it?” Sirius breathed the words and he could almost taste it.
James lifted his hand, fingers delicately lingering under Sirius’s chin, coaxing him into closing the space between them. First their lips slanted over each other, soft and trying. Their noses bumped and his glasses skewed awkwardly.
Per Aspera Ad Astra 20k, oneshot choose your own ending+epilogue, M
He pushed himself up to swallow the light between them and pressed his lips to James’s, something that he had been on his mind from the moment he’d seen them stretch into a smile. Sirius’s heart soared when James’ lips met his with equal need. His weight pressing against him when their kiss deepened, a delightful sound breaking from his throat.
How to stop a know-it-all from showing off [PODFIC]
Yes, this is @goldenlionprince's Ravenclaw!Sirius first kiss, but it deserves more love.
I will leave the tag open for anyone who had not done it yet!
“You know why,” James whispered.
Everything Sirius thought he knew about himself and James was shattering. The distance between them vanished as James moved his hands to his cheeks. There was no mistaking the desire in his face, even though it made no sense for him to look at Sirius that way.
Suddenly all those fracturing pieces of Sirius came flying back together, unified by the shocking realisation that James was tracing his jaw with his thumb. James was tilting his head just so. James was pressing their lips together. James was kissing him.
James was kissing him.
In that moment, Sirius felt as if he had never truly been kissed before – because surely this was what it was meant to feel like. But there was no time to think about that because James was deepening the kiss and Sirius finally remembered to kiss him back. Somehow, that made everything feel even better, so Sirius wrapped his arms around James and pulled him closer.
💋 Shooting Stars, Falling Objects
“Don’t hate me,” Sirius whispered.
James felt his words, felt the warmth of his breath. Sirius traced his jaw and James forgot how to speak, how to breathe, how to move.
And then Sirius kissed him.
Everything inside James lit up. Sirius settled his hands on his hips, and they felt like branding irons. He would have handprints on his skin by morning. When Sirius pulled back, James was trembling. The space between them was unbearable. For a moment, they lingered, their foreheads almost touching.
“James,” Sirius said, so quiet it could have been a breath.
Hearing Sirius say his name was electrifying. Suddenly it was James closing the distance, tangling his hand in that soft hair, kissing him like his life depended on it. His body pressed closer, seeking something he could not name. Their hips slotted together, and Sirius groaned. James felt the sound down to the soles of his feet.
James was just like the comet, burning up as it hurtled across the night sky.
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OPEN TAG FOR ANYONE WHO WANTS TO PLAY
THE GAME: 📣 Prongsfoot writers: Show me your Prongsfoot first kiss!
THE RULES:
💋 Share the first Sirius/James kisses from your fics in a post. Make sure you link to the fic.
💋 No context. Let the kiss speak for itself.
💋 Tag with: "Prongsfoot first kisses".
💋 Tag a few other Prongsfoot writers to keep it going.
But when James paints into his skin there is no pain. It's pleasure. It's love. Sweet, like strawberries with pixie dust.
Hot, like Firewhiskey.
Time and space blurr, while James sits above him, marking Sirius as his.
It may be a dream, born from some hidden desire, when Sirius feels lips connecting with his own.
Sirius opens his eyes, face to face with James. Both sigh at the same time. And then Sirius closes the hair width of a span between their lips again. And they're kissing.
They are kissing.
Wholly and truly.
An Inn, Somewhere
Sirius steps up behind James, and pulls him into his arms. James can smell him now. His arms are wiry but strong. James leans back against him. Breathes into his hands. He can feel the soft warm breath of Sirius against his shoulder. They stay like this, breathing together for what feels like forever. James feeds the moment to the moon, to never forget it.
At some point, he turns around. Sirius' beautiful grey eyes reflect the moonlight, and James swallows hard. His heart is beating in his throat. A steady rhythm, leading him forwards. To offer, to claim.
Sirius' lips are firm, and soft, full against James' own. They move together in chaotic harmony, James loses himself in the sensation. His arms find the slim line of Sirius' waist, and feels himself getting hard when Sirius' breathing quickens. They press closer together. Closer. James gets to feel up the straight line of Sirius' back, feels the knobs of his spine, the soft arches of his chest. Sirius' long fingers find their way into James' hair, and now it's on him to moan at the feeling. Desire rages through James, setting all his nerve endings on fire.
Sirius' hot mouth kisses down to James' throat, while James walks them towards the bed. He sucks, he licks, and James gets to feel the shape of his teeth against his skin. Sirius reaches down, blindly opens James' fly. The pressure is gone only for a beat, before Sirius' hand cups him. His broad palm hot, and dry even through the fabric of James' pants.
And a little extra one:
Comet west
The finger that formerly had been on the tip of Sirius' nose, rests on Sirius' lips.
Their eyes lock.
James' eyes are alight, golden, as if lit from the inside out.
And Sirius is burning, burning, hoping it will never stop.
Sirius' head is moving with the quickening breath of James.
Sirius' eyelids flutter.
James puts a little more pressure on his finger.
And with all the courage, or none at all, Sirius presses the lightest of kisses to James' fingerpad.
Sirius and James are burning, their connection tearing into the fabric of the universe.
And Sirius knows, whatever kind of loss the comet may bring, this moment alone will have made it worth it.
@heartofspells @goldenlionprince @roalinda if you want to play
Sirius gently strokes James' cheeks with his thumbs.
- I dedicate this victory to you, my captain.
James' eyes widen for a second.
Sirius is ready for anything. For James to laugh, for James to pull away. He's ready for anything, well, almost anything...
Because James leans even closer and kisses him.
This is something Sirius wasn't ready for. But his reaction is quick, and he responds to the kiss, feeling that James' reverently exhale into his mouth and kiss him even harder.
Валентинки
- Ты победил, Сириус, чертов романтик, - хихикает Джеймс, прижимаясь к его лбу своим.
Сириус обнимает его руками за шею и ухмыляется.
- Не волнуйся, твоя валентинка была самой прекрасной из всего, что я получал. Тем более, у меня тоже есть для тебя несколько комплиментов для твоей внешности, - он опускает взгляд на губы Джеймса, желая снова прикоснуться к ним.
- Да? - Джеймс дразняще проводит кончиком языка по нижней губе, когда замечает его пристальный потемневший взгляд.
- Ага, - ухмыляется Сириус. - Твои улыбки и ухмылки трогают мое сердце и не только. Что поделать, минетные губы хороши во всем.
Джеймс смеется, а Сириус тянется вперед и сцеловывает этот заливистый смех со своих любимых губ.
@lancelorettesblog if you want to play (without pressure)
thank you for tagging me @nyxunderwood @plecotusauritus @in-flvx 🥰
I have written too many first kisses😂
How to stop a know-it-all from showing off
“And what do you want me to do about it?” Black asks, lifting one single eyebrow. “Stop my brain from working so your ego won't get hurt?”
“I want you to shut up and stop being an infuriating know-it-all,” James growls, dropping his hand from his hair and glaring at Black.
Black only grins back at him and shrugs his shoulders. “Make me.”
James really can't explain how it happens. One moment he's glaring at that insufferable grin, wanting to get it off that stupid face, and the next he's shoving Black, pushing him right up against the wall of the empty corridor and – well, James is successful in getting the grin off Black's face.
Because he's kissing him.
A small little sound escapes Black's lips when he hits the wall and James swallows it, kissing him none too gently. His hands are buried in the front of Black's school robes and James isn't sure if that's not the only thing that keeps him upright right now. Because somehow he feels like on fire.
And a little dizzy.
Probably because he's forgotten how to breathe.
fangs and all
Sirius stares at him and James wonders if he said too much after all. If he spilled a little too much of his heart. Maybe Sirius doesn't understand what James is really trying to say here, doesn't understand or chooses to ignore it, like they both did with all those feelings blooming between them over the years.
Maybe he shouldn't have...
Before James has even a moment more to think, Sirius is moving, crossing the last few steps over to the bed. His knees hit the mattress next to James and his cool fingers cup James' face, pulling him into a fierce kiss that steals the breath from his lungs and any thought from his mind.
It takes a moment for them to come back online, for James to really register what is happening. What is finally happening.
He sighs into the kiss and deepens it as best as he can with that angle, unwilling to even part for a moment to find a better one. He has waited for this, hoping for this for a while now, but he wasn't sure if he could ever have it. Now that Sirius is finally kissing him, James is unwilling to ever let him go again.
After all, it only took a near death experience and an insane rescue mission to get them there.
James' fingers find the front of Sirius' shirt and pull him even closer, but this turns out to be a miscalculation on their balance. They topple over, falling onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. James' glasses are digging into his cheek, but he doesn't care. All he cares about is kissing Sirius, feeling him close. The cool brush of his lips, the slow heartbeat that speeds up beneath his hands.
The touch of fang that starts to sneak into the kiss.
A very Happy New Year
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People cheer and clink glasses. Fireworks go off.
James leans in and kisses Sirius.
It's a soft brush of lips, barely a kiss, really. It's over so soon Sirius isn't sure if it happened at all.
“To new beginnings,” James says and clinks their glasses awkwardly. His cheeks are bright red.
Sirius stares at him, unable to process what just happened. Maybe the seven vodka shots were a bad idea after all and he's only hallucinating now. “Didn't you want to kiss the love of your life tonight?”
James chuckles awkwardly. His hand goes up to his hair, tugging at the roots like he always does when he's nervous. He looks up at Sirius, his hazel eyes shining with a mix of hope and uncertainty. “I just did that, didn't I?”
The words sink in slowly, one after the other.
“Look,” James says, looking away from Sirius when his silence stretches for too long, and sets his glass down next to the ashtray. “It's fine if you don't feel – “
Sirius nearly spills his own champagne all over them both in his haste to kiss James again.
Properly this time.
James makes a little noise against his lips, something between surprise and relief. His fingers bury themselves into the front of Sirius' jumper, pulling him closer until there is no space left between them.
close to the end (or the beginning)
He might still lose it all, but he hasn't yet. They are both still here. Sirius is looking at him like he's thinking the same and that's all the encouragement James needs.
He leans right over the ruined Horcrux and kisses him.
Sirius' lips are cool beneath his own, chapped from the cold wind and strange potion alike, but they slowly warm up in their rain-soaked kiss. James' hand slips into damp hair, pulling Sirius even closer. Sirius shivers and sighs against James' lips.
“What was that for?” he asks, a little dazed when James slowly pulls back again.
James shrugs, grinning like an idiot. “Luck, I guess?”
Chuckling, Sirius shakes his head. James is glad to hear that sound after all that has happened within the last hour. “Wouldn't we have needed that before coming here?”
tagging (no pressure) @missmoonfrost @domsdayriver @prongsfootandco @o0-ran-0o
Thanks for the tag @nyxunderwood and @plecotusauritus ❤️ It was hard to choose so I selected three different kinds of kisses here. 😊
The art of seduction
"You like this, don't you? You like being close, touched, caressed."
James swallowed thickly. "Yeah. I guess so."
Sirius brushed his thumb over James's lips, swearing internally because this game was quickly getting out of his control.
"You like being in charge, bossing others around, like the Quidditch team, Peter and sometimes even Remus, when he wants to listen to you." Sirius now stroked his thumb along James's cheek. James was staring at him, not saying anything but breathing rather shallowly.
"But what you really like best is when I tell you what to do and then you just do it," Sirius murmured into James's ear.
James took a shaky breath. "I – I've never... How do you –"
"If I asked you to kiss me right now, you'd do it, wouldn't you?"
"Are you – is that what you want?" James sounded confused but his cheeks were flushed and his eyes dark.
Sirius smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Don't worry, darling. I was just fucking with you. But that's how I'd do it."
"What?"
"That's how I'd seduce you."
"Fucking hell, Sirius."
"You asked, I answered."
He stopped speaking when James grabbed him by the collar, his lips parted, so close Sirius could feel his warm breath on his skin.
"Well, why don't you tell me what you want and see if I'll do it?" James spoke in a hushed tone.
In the end, Sirius didn't need to say anything. He didn't even know who kissed first; their lips met halfway, sparking a wildfire of emotions, and they ended up snogging right there on the couch, only parting when someone wolf-whistled at them.
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Practice makes perfect
He let Sirius sit down and was about to kneel in front of him when Sirius stopped him. "Wait." He stood up again to remove his robe that covered his school uniform and set it down on the floor. "It's better like that, trust me."
"Thanks," James said sheepishly, eyeing at Sirius from head to toe. "Should we kiss?"
Sirius blinked, not daring to get his hopes up. Perhaps this was just what James thought they should do as opposed to what felt right.
"Do you want to?"
Here he was, standing in front of a boy, asking him whether he wanted to kiss him in between blowjobs. It was all a bit too good to be true, except that it must be true, because James nodded once.
That was definitely a yes, then.
"Right, okay, yeah," Sirius said, swallowing hard. He let the tips of his fingers brush against James's, who stood still, apparently unable to move despite being the one who suggested the kiss in the first place. Sirius studied his face for any discomfort but then decided to just go for it. Seize the moment and all that crap.
He leaned in, closing the distance between them. James's lips were soft, and at the first touch, it was as though he ignited, responding to Sirius's touch, hungry and curious. Sirius lost himself in the kiss and the warmth of James's mouth, which was now parting, allowing Sirius more room to explore.
Warmth pooled inside him as their tongues touched, and Sirius hoped James could still taste himself from his lips, and fuck if the thought of that didn't make him harder. Their bodies pressed closer, Sirius's bulge brushing James's thigh, which made Sirius tremble. James broke their kiss, leaning his forehead against Sirius's.
"I think you need my help down there."
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Make you feel my love
What he wouldn't do to feel those lips against his. If the whole stadium wasn't looking, that is. And if James were actually single.
"Look, okay." James's cheeks are getting some colour on them, and Sirius suspects the heat on his own face indicates the same happening to him.
"We'll fake it, yeah? Like actors do on the telly. They just move their heads to the side and then pretend to kiss but their lips barely touch the side of the mouth."
Sirius frowns but doesn't contradict the man. He needs to get this over and done with.
"Fine."
This time, James leans in. His hand lands on Sirius's arm, and his face comes closer.
The crowd goes wild.
"KISS, KISS, KISS!" People are not only clapping but stomping their feet too.
Sirius's eyes close on their own, and he curses the moment he agreed to come to the game with James.
Not because he hasn't been having a great time but because this is something that never should happen between them.
"Wait, which side are you going to –" Sirius says, opening his eyes and unintentionally moving his head the tiniest bit to the centre, towards James, and then it's too late.
James's lips land straight on his.
They both freeze for the briefest moment, and the crowd around them goes wild with people cheering, whistling and clapping to them.
Sirius doesn't move, and neither does James. They are frozen in time, lips against lips, warm and soft and forbidden.
The crowd around them keeps making so much noise it hurts Sirius's ears.
They both pull away at the same time.
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