#prongsfoot

[demonspawnwriter]

Prongsfoot The Summer Hikaru Died au where James is Hikaru and Sirius is Yoshiki

[goldenlionprince]

in the woods somewhere | part 25 @dailyprongsfoot prompt June 2026 | 14: smile | AO3 | start at part 1

“My son!”

Sirius groans at the voice following him down the corridor. He knew this would be coming sooner or later. There is no way he can run from his parents forever, not now that they know he's back.

Not that running from things has really worked out for him that well in the first place, but that's just a minor detail.

So now, even if he's tempted to produce a wall of smoke or any other kind of illusion to be able to get away from her, he doesn't do it. It would only prolong the inevitable. Instead, he stops his walk towards the Mage's Tower and turns around to face his mother.

“My son!” Walburga calls again, loud enough for any passer-by to hear, before she pulls Sirius into a tight embrace. Her fingers dig into his arms. Sirius takes a step back, away from her clinging hands.

Walburga looks at him. Her sharp, grey eyes take him in, mapping out every flaw she can find. Then she steps forward again and links her arm with his. “Walk with me, my dear,” she says, her voice sweet, but he knows it's not a request. There is a smile sitting on her lips, but it doesn't reach her eyes. She tugs him into the direction of the gardens. “We do need to catch up.”

I need to know exactly how much damage you have done to our name is what Sirius hears.

He could tug his arm free, leaving her in the corridor and going to his lessons with Minerva instead, but he knows she would only try to corner him again. Better to get this over with, once and for all.

They step out though a side door into a small garden where, sitting on a stone bench, his father is waiting for them.

Of course.

“Where have you been?” Walburga hisses at Sirius as soon as they are away from anyone able to listen in on their conversation. The cold smile falls away completely, making room to let her anger peek though. “What exactly did you think you were doing?”

“I think it was pretty clear, Mother,” Sirius says coldly.

Her fingers once again dig into his arm. “Do you have any idea how embarrassing that empty carriage has been for us? Or what consequences your selfishness had for our family?” Walburga's voice is even, but Sirius can feel the anger rolling off of her. “Your brother's engagement has been broken.”

“I'm sure that was very heartbreaking for you all,” Sirius says, sarcasm thick in his voice. “A big love story like that, ending too soon.”

“Don't you dare make fun of this,” Walburga hisses, her cheeks flushed with anger now. “Your brother has taken this harsh blow with grace and tries to repair what you have broken for him. This is his future we're talking about.”

“A loveless marriage?” Sirius asks with a humourless laugh. “You really have his best interests in mind, Mother.”

Walburga's eyes narrow. “Regulus knows his duty to this family, unlike you and that ridiculous thing you were pulling.”

“Perhaps it wasn't so ridiculous after all, Walburga. It has paid off well in the end. He is the Prince's Mage,” Orion says and stands up from the bench, smiling proudly at Sirius. Sirius tries not to feel sick. “But you could have told us of your plans, son. We could have helped you with your scheme to gain the Prince's trust.”

“There was no scheme,” Sirius growls, glaring at his father. “Nor were there any other plans, but simply the one of getting away from you. A plan I'm still very much holding on to.”

Orion blinks at Sirius, confused, like he can't grasp the concept.

“Sirius – ,” Walburga starts, the name harsh on her lips, but Sirius just shakes his head and steps away from her, finally pulling his arm out of her grip.

“Let us be clear here,” he says, looking at his parents in turn. “What I am to James has nothing to do with you. There will be no favours. There will be no cosying up to the crown. In fact, this will be the last time I'm talking to you.”

“But you're the Prince's Mage,” Orion says again, confusion clear in his tone, like he still can't understand that the bond doesn't include him at all.

“Yes, I am,” Sirius says, straightening his spine and drawing up to his full height, towering over his father. “Because I chose it for myself, not because of your interference.”

And because fate had pushed him and James together – not that he would ever tell James that he believes in any kind of fate. James is already mentioning fate enough as it is.

“Without us, you'd be nothing!” Walburga reaches for him again, like he's still a child, like she'd still be able to yank him onto the right path. A shower of sparks appear between them, making her pull her hand back with a hiss before she can grab him again. She holds her hand protectively against her chest, glaring at her oldest son. “How dare you use magic against me? Who do you think you are?”

“The Prince's Mage,” Sirius says with a smile that could cut like a knife. Then he turns without another word and walks away, leaving his parents behind in the garden.

It's easier to do than he thought it would be.

[i-likecherrycola]

being a prongsfoot and bartylus truther in this jegulus fested world 😔

[mihorina]

a prongsfoot microfic from a stash

Sirius is rolling around the floor with Harry when James falls in love. Not hard, dramatic, like the world stopping, but eased like a crib, the kind Harry sleeps in, rocking him side to side until he closes his eyes. It’s like that, for James—a turning of the leaf to see the steady strings that have always been there, strengthened and feeding the green like a wide-opened hand, gripping like Atlas had wings. Harry laughs again and it rings crisp and bright, Sirius’ bark layered beneath. He dotes, face mushy with a handsome affection saved for Harry alone. Sirius doesn’t look at anything like that—just Harry, and James warms, his smile spreading unabashed. 

A few years back, Voldemort had tried, failed, everyone had survived. But then Lily had gotten sick, some spell gone awry at which point they’d realised Voldemort had achieved something, even if he alone vanished that night. Dumbledore still cautions to watch out for news, because there hadn’t been a body, only Harry, Lily knocked out, James unconscious too. Sirius had come running, found them and took them to Mungo’s. Peter'd gotten away, the rat still at large.

They’d questioned Sirius at first, thought he was to blame. He’d nearly been carted off to Azkaban when James and Lily had woken in time to stop, explain, and then well, the pain of betrayal had come with a bitter sting, one that still burned. The biggest shock had been Snape, who’d appeared as a guest at Lily’s bedside, lips downturned like he’d been in fear. James hadn’t believed it when Dumbledore had defended him, didn’t let it rest until Lily died and Snape was there the whole while, nursing her so James could watch Harry when Sirius got assigned to work with Moody on catching the others; beggars, liars, murderers, Sirius chased after them, ruthless, Harry’s name on his lips, came home and cried when he thought no one was around. Nobody knew where Regulus had gone, even now.

Another laugh and a call for James alerts him to look up. Two black heads grin back, pink mouths stretched big. ‘Time for breakfast?’

[infirstsight]

One piece of evidence of how excessively James spoiled Sirius:

Obviously, James knew the “Shrieking Shack incident” was a grievous mistake, but I honestly don’t feel like Sirius ever took it that siriusly, even in his later stage.

Really don’t think James ever blamed him for this, or even properly talked it through with him.

[sublimedoomspy]

I wish I was as sirius about my life as I am about James Fleamont Potter.

[21langweilenn]

The Valentine Cards

A story about how James and Sirius write valentine cards to each other jokingly, but there is a grain of truth in every joke

On ao3

This's their usual activity on February 14th. They receive a ton of Valentine's Day cards from fans, and then read them out loud, rolling with laughter.

So they laugh so hard they almost fall off James' bed, and then... then they get an IDEA.

- Well..., - James sprawls out on the bed in the shape of a star. - I think we could have done better.

- Have you ever written valentine card? - Sirius asks.

- What about you? - James asks in return.

Fanart by @frckldmnstr