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beginning - prongsfoot - @dailyprongsfoot - word count: 351
“Hey, Pads?”
It’s quiet in the dorm. Or, perhaps, it’s the insulating effect of the curtains and the silencing charm James’d placed on them, the way they’re both hidden away in the safety of Sirius’s four-poster.
But, either way, the air is silent enough that James can hear his own frantic heartbeat as he waits for Sirius’s response.
The shorter boy shifts a bit, his back against James’s chest sliding, the skin-on-skin making his cheeks heat. It affects him, and not how it should. It affects him too much. “W’sup, Prongs?” he asks sleepily, clearly not completely conscious.
He wants to chicken out so badly, but he reminds himself that he is a Gryffindor, damnit, so he speaks:
“I’m beginning to think I might not be straight,” he stammers out, allowing the words to hang like nooses in the dark, threatening to destroy the friendship he values above all others.
But Sirius just turns to look at him for a long moment before his face breaks into a huge, amused smile. “Oh, really? Is that why we’ve spent every night over the past week snogging?” he asks lightly, rolling his eyes and flopping back down on the pillow, succumbing to laughter.
James grins abashedly to himself at this. “I thought…I thought maybe…we’d said it was just to practice, at first,” he mumbles, remembering the first time, the time that’d caused him to question his entire bloody life.
Again Sirius laughs, looking up at him. “And the time after that? And the time after that? Merlin, Prongs, I’m beginning to think I fancy a complete idiot.”
Sirius’s eyes are sparkling and James is melting with happiness. “You’re an idiot,” he whispers back with absolutely no malice.
“Suppose I am, to want to be with you,” Sirius cackles, rolling his eyes and beaming. “I mean, Godric! I know about the time in second year when you wet yourself from laughing and I still want to–”
“Oi, that’s not fair! You wouldn’t stop making me laugh, you prick!” James argues, but even as he blushes, he’s laughing, too.
Gods, he’s gone for this boy.
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“Prongs, you look like you’re going to pass out. Or like you really have to take a shit. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Sirius asked concernedly, eyebrows furrowed.
James almost screamed. He’d wanted this to be romantic. Memorable. Something that markedly changed his friendship with Sirius into something…more. But here he was having a panic attack in the middle of their dorm room, clutching at the pathetic flower he’d picked earlier so forcefully it was wilting, while Sirius naked him if he needed to go to the bathroom.
“I think I need to jump out the window,” he muttered, mortified, turning to throw himself onto his bed.
Sirius just laughed, following him to the bed and sitting down next to him. “What, are you sick or something? Because you’ve held my hair back enough times while I’ve puked that you know I’m not going to judge.”
This just made James more miserable. “Shut the fuck up,” he mumbled into his sheets.
“I can get Pomfrey, then?” Sirius suggested very unhelpfully. “Or–what’s that flower in your hand, mate? Did you eat one of those because–”
“No! No, I’m trying to ask you to accompany me to Hogsmeade on a bloody date, and you are focused on my digestive system!” James exclaimed, rolling over and gazing at Sirius upside-down as he lay there hopelessly.
Sirius froze, mouth open a bit, corners turning upward. “A…date? Like…with snogging and all that?”
James sat up and gave him a look. “Yes. A date. I even got you a stupid flower.” As he couldn’t read Sirius’s expression, jumping out of the window still wasn’t out of the question.
But then the shorter boy broke into a huge grin. “Oh Merlin, you absolute sap. Let me see the flower.” He grabbed it out of James’s hand and beamed at it before throwing it on James’s bedside table and turning back to him, pinning him to the bed. “Are you sure you’re not sick? No need to go to the loo?”
“I’ll bloody kill you,” James breathed, heart kicking into triple-time.
“Just wait until after our date,” Sirius laughed cheekily, before closing the space between them.
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They never actually….anounced it. Because really, so many people assumed that they were already dating anyway, what with the way they’d always acted, that it seemed stupid to waste everyone’s time. Plus, it was much more fun to snog each other than tell people they were snogging.
So yeah, looking back, it made sense that Peter was a bit shocked when he walked into the dorm to see Sirius straddling James, basically sucking his soul through his mouth, but also…should he really have been that surprised?
“Merlin’s fucking balls!” Peter yelped, covering his eyes and wrinkling his nose with disgust as he processed what he’d walked in on, quickly dropping his bag and facing the wall. “What the fuck happened?”
James, however, was quite comfortable, and even amused, when he extracted his lips from Sirius’s own and called, “Ah, right! Forgot to tell you and Moony! Sirius infected me with all his gay! I’m lovesick!”
Both boys succumbed to laughter while Peter groaned. “So, what? You decided to let him eat your tongue in thanks?” he asked sarcastically.
“Basically!” James replied, beaming.
“Watch out, mate, I might get you next!” Sirius joked, lifting his face from James’s neck for only moments before making it his mission to leave marks on every surface.
Peter just rolled his eyes and headed to the door. “I’m moving in with the girls,” he muttered, slamming the door behind him.
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“Fucking Merlin, we’re not dating, though!” James yelled, throwing his hands in the air as he recited the same script that he felt as if he’d been saying since the beginning of time. “Pads and I–we’re friends. Best friends, yes! Platonic soulmates? Absolutely! But dating–?”
“You cuddle together every night, Potter,” Lily Evans said with a small chuckle, smirking when several onlookers nodded in agreement.
“Maybe if you got more cuddles you wouldn’t be so uptight!” Sirius retorted from a couch nearby, grinning.
But James had had enough of these ridiculous claims. “What can I do to prove to you that Pads and I are just friends, hm?” he demanded, glaring at Lily. “Because I want to take you to Hogsmeade, Evans! A date with Padfoot would be ridiculously boring, and–”
“Oi!”
“--and you’re a lot prettier.”
“Arsehole!” But Sirius was grinning.
Lily, though, was raising a thoughtful eyebrow. “Kiss him. Now, in the middle of the Common Room.
Several people gasped. James, however, stayed perfectly calm.
Sure, he and Sirius had never snogged, but there was no reason why they couldn’t. They were best friends, and best friends did such things all the time! Shooting a ‘Fine!’ in Lily’s direction, he strolled confidently over to Sirius and straddled his lap. “Alright?” he asked with a grin.
“Never better,” Sirius replied, returning the smile with a challenging look.
And then, James’s entire life changed.
The moment their lips connected, he felt like his body was on fire. He could not have told anyone, on pain of death, what was happening outside of Sirius’s lips, Sirius’s body, Sirius’s hands on his waist and Sirius’s tongue tracing over his mouth. Electric sparks shot over his skin, leaving goosebumps as he groaned, and when he heard Sirius whine a bit, he eagerly swallowed the noise, filing it away in his mind to replay over and over again later. His hands were just as hungry as the rest of his body, roaming over every inch of his best friend, tangling in soft, beautiful hair, grabbing at his thin waist to pull him closer, closer, damn it, they needed to be closer.
He’d never felt anything more exhilarating and right in the world.
He probably would have stuck his hands down Sirius’s pants with absolutely no cares in the world, audience be damned, if Lily Evans hadn’t broken the honey-sweet spell encapsulating his mind by yelling his name several times.
“Potter….Potter….Potter!”
“What?” he roared, wrenching his mouth away from Sirius’s for a moment but leaving his hands firmly where they were.
“Want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” she asked sweetly, eyes full of smug mischief as James struggled to figure out what the world had come to in the past five minutes.
But Sirius answered for him. “Fuck off, Evans, he’s got plans,” he shouted, lifting James to his feet as he stood, then grabbing his hand and leading him up the stairs to the dorms.
Fuck yes, he had plans.
leash - prongsfoot - @dailyprongsfoot - slightly NSFW - word count: 357
“Remus, I need your expert knowledge on something,” Lily said seriously, drunkenly tugging Remus over to a group of girls standing in a circle in the middle of the impromptu holiday party the Gryffindor had thrown.
Remus, who was at least as tipsy as Lily, chuckled and walked over to the group. “What’s up?” he questioned, looking around at Lily, Mary, Marlene, and Alice. “Need to know something about Defense?” It was his best subject.
“We need to know if Potter and Black are dating or not,” Marlene said bluntly, always the first to get to a point. “And don’t play dumb, we all know there’s something there between them, they’re all over each other half the time!”
This made Remus laugh out loud. It was true: Sirius and James were more affectionate than most of the couples of Hogwarts. But they still didn’t seem to realize that they both had feelings for the other. “Sorry, ladies,” he grinned, shrugging. “If you ask them, they’re just friends.”
“Okay, but what about the leash and collar?” Mary pressed, eyes narrowed. “Potter gave Black a bloody leash and collar for Christmas, I heard about it! You’re saying that’s just a joke and note some fucking sex thing?”
Remus let out a loud bark of laughter, remembering the moment when Sirius had unwrapped the package. It was true, it had been intended as a joke, he was sure. But as soon as Sirius had clipped the collar around his neck and handed James the end of the leash? He’d seen the looks on both of his friends’ faces, like they were going to devour each other. The room had gone very hot, and Remus and Peter had made sure to exit as quickly as physically possible. “Again, if you ask them? It was a joke.”
“But if we ask you?” Lily questioned, lips curving upward.
“They’re both idiots,” Remus surmised, laughing. “And I really don’t want to be close by when they figure that out, because if this is how they are now, then I’ll hate to see how disgusting they are when they do date.”
Everyone dissolved into laughter.
mug - prongsfoot - background moonwater, pandalily, dorlene - @dailyprongsfoot - slightly NSFW - word count: 278
James had always prided himself on being rather perceptive. Maybe it was because of the people who raised him, or maybe it was natural ability…he wasn’t sure. But either way, he could tell how people were feeling, what they liked or didn’t like, who they wanted. For example, in fifth year, it was James who had seen the way Remus and Regulus looked at each other. In sixth yeah, it was James who had noticed Dorcas and Marlene’s shy smiles. And in seventh year? Well, it was James who had realized that Lily Evans only had eyes for Pandora Rosier.
Which was why he had always been so adamant that he and Sirius were friends. Nothing more.
It was also why he was having a fucking mental breakdown right in the middle of his kitchen.
Why had he just noticed it now? The way Sirius looked, leaning against the counter, hair messy, shirtless and sleepy, holding a mug that said ‘World’s best Mum’ in black letters. Why had he just thought, for the first time, about how he always slept better when they shared a bed? Why was he just realizing that it was just a little odd that whenever they got drunk, they ended up snogging and getting each other off.
Why was Sirius looking at him like he was the sun, reincarnated?
It hit him like a bludger to the gut.
“How long have we been dating?” he murmured to his best friend softly, a small smile forming on his face.
Sirius’s gray-blue eyes widened, but he didn’t seem completely shocked. “Forever, I think,” he replied, chuckling a little.
It was better to realize late than never, James supposed.
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Sirius had been taught very early on in his childhood that life wasn’t fair.
Which was why it wasn’t at all a surprise to him that his very attractive best friend looked so fucking devastating in the sunlight.
Laying out on the back balcony at the Potters’ house, a sleeping James Potter looked like some sort of Greek God, his tan skin nearly sparkling, his muscles even more noticeable in the sun. Sirius, who was sitting in a chair nearby and pretending but absolutely failing to read a Quidditch magazine, couldn’t help but stare over his sunglasses at him, his mouth falling open embarrassingly as he looked.
Perfection. James was perfection.
But, of course, life wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that Sirius wanted James, while James pined after Lily Evans. It wasn’t fair that James was most likely straight, while Sirius was, of course, queer. Just another way to disappoint his parents. And it wasn’t fair that Sirius was too afraid to make sure the first two points were definitely true. Some Gryffindor he was.
So instead, he just continued to be a complete creep, ogling his best friend while he slept, wishing for something that could never be, allowing his eyes to trail over each individual tendril of James’s hair, each line of James’s abs, each finger on each hand, each hill and valley of his lips.
He was so focused on obsessing that he didn’t hear Effie Potter approach from behind.
“You know–”
He jumped, gasping and clutching at his chest.
“--James told me the other day that he doesn’t fancy Lily Evans anymore,” Effie continued, ignoring Sirius’s obvious heart attack and smiling a bit.
Still frowning a little, eyes on the sleeping boy in front of him, Sirius muttered softly, “Hm. Odd. He didn’t tell me.” It was odd. They’d been best friends for six years, they told each other everything.
But Effie just chuckled under her breath. “Maybe because he told me he fancies a boy now, instead. Any idea who that boy may be?”
Now she had his full attention. Eyes wide as dinner plates, Sirius turned to her, heart hammering in his ribcage. “Wh–”
But then James groaned, signaling that he’d awoken. Winking, Effie headed back into the house, leaving Sirius reeling. Maybe it would be easier to be brave than he thought.
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He really hadn’t meant for it to happen. It was just…Sirius had begun to change out of his school shirt and into a tattered old band t-shirt, and James had gotten…distracted.
And somehow, the two of them had ended up on Sirius’s bed, James’s mouth on Sirius’s collarbone, both of their shirts forgotten, all within the span of about five seconds.
It had been a fantastic five seconds.
Until Peter had walked through the door and screeched. “Fuck, my eyes!” he complained, flapping his hands a bit and grimacing theatrically. “Sex in the room, sex in the room!”
“So bloody dramatic,” Sirius murmured, shoving James off of him and scowling. “I hadn’t even gotten my hands down his pants yet.”
“Yet,” both James and Peter said–James grinning, Peter gagging.
Remus, who had walked in behind Peter, simply ordered, “Both of you, put a sickle in the jar.”
“Awww, c’mon, Moony!” Sirius whined, pouting and crossing his arms.
“Yeah, we weren’t even naked!” James agreed, though he was already fishing a coin from his pocket and dropping it in a half-full jar aptly named ‘Padfoot and Prongs, stop being gross.’
“And yet, you’ve scarred Pete,” Remus said with an amused grin.
“Oi, it’s not my fault Sirius’s arse is so damn irresistable,” James retorted, smirking towards Peter. “Wormy’s just jealous he can’t bite it, too.”
There was a long silence.
“Jar,” Remus said again, after a long sigh.
“Yeah, that’s fair.”
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“Hey, Padfoot,” James beamed, walking up to his best friend and planting an eager kiss on his lips, slipping his fingers through dark locks.
Sirius, who was also grinning, responded in kind, excitedly reciprocating every swipe of James’s tongue before chuckling and shoving him down on a nearby couch and climbing on his lap. “Hey,” he said casually, as if they greeted each other this way all of the time.
They didn’t, though. This part of their relationship–snogging in the Common Room–was new. And, revelling in that newness, James looked around, expecting to see at least one or two of his fellow Gryffindors smiling at the two of them…or in the very least, rolling their eyes at the horribly happy couple.
But not a single person paid them any mind.
“You’d think hot blokes snog on this couch ‘round the clock, the way nobody’s looking our way,” he joked, nipping at Sirius’s neck and launching him to the side, grinning when he landed on the cushion next to him with a small oof! “What, d’we have to do a striptease, or–”
“Merlin, please don’t,” Lily Evans drawled from a table nearby, making both boys look up. Her expression was full of disgust. “Children occupy this space, boys.”
Sirius smirked at her. “They can leave.”
“And I can hex you. Plus, the reason why nobody’s batted an eye at your obnoxious canoodling is because the two of you have been in each other’s laps since second year. This is hardly new,” Lily continued, rolling her eyes. “Just because it took both of you the longest to get your heads out your arses doesn’t mean we all have to act like your nauseating love is revolutionary.
At this, James and Sirius looked at each other, both turning a bit pink. “Homophobic, Evans,” Sirius murmured, though he was clearly a bit embarrassed.
“I snog girls, Black. I’m just right,” Lily retorted, standing and striding away.
hospital - @a5700 request for prongsfoot sickfic...I took some creative liberties, hope it's okay! - @dailyprongsfoot - word count: 358
“Get out of the way!”
Regulus, who was standing at the Healer’s station on the second floor of St. Mungo’s, looked up to see James Potter carrying Sirius Black into the ward, his eyes wide. “Oh, not again,” he muttered, grimacing.
“Everyone get the hell out of the way!” James continued to scream frantically, pushing several Healers to the side as he threw Sirius onto a stretcher and wheeled him up to Regulus, the whole contraption squeaking obscenely.
Regulus resisted the urge to announce his resignation that very instant. “What the fuck are you two doing?” he demanded, narrowing his eyes at the two men.
“He’s dying!” James answered loudly, drawing the attention of several of Regulus’s coworkers and making him want to melt into the floor in embarrassment. “He’s got sixty seconds, if that!”
Sirius, who looked a bit pale on the stretcher but was very much awake, chose this time to let out a hacking cough and then beam. “This is it, Reg. My last breaths. Will you miss me?
It took everything in him to release a shuddering, patient breath. “I hate you both,” he murmured.
“No tears? No sympathy for me, his mourning husband? Cruelty!” James exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at Regulus, who slapped it away. “After everything you two have been through–”
“You both are about to go through something,” Regulus snarled in a threatening voice, shoving the stretcher a bit. “Now tell me what you want, before I hex you so much you both end up admitted here!”
Both Sirius and James’s smiles faltered a bit. “He’s got the flu,” James explained a bit more softly. “He was being a baby about it. I figured if the arse was going to be dramatic, I’d be dramatic, too. Plus…” he chuckled, “we’re out of Pepper-Up Potion. Figured you’d help out.”
Regulus glared at both of them. “Get out,” he growled, clenching his fists.
Sirius frowned. “What? But the Po-”
“Get the fuck out, both of you, or so help me–!”
Grabbing the stretcher, James quickly wheeled Sirius toward the lift, both of them muttering to each other, Sirius coughing as he did.
novelty - @dailyprongsfoot - word count: 389
The first time Sirius denies James a kiss, he thinks nothing of it. They’ve been dating just shy of five months, and have just gotten home for summer break. Sitting in the kitchen with James’s parents for breakfast, James leans to his right to place a kiss on Sirius’s lips and the other boy lets out a loud, disgusted noise, laughing and shoving him aside. “Eurgh, morning breath!” he complains, then begins shovelling food in his mouth.
And James just shrugs it off. Maybe he does have morning breath, or maybe Sirius is tired, or maybe he’s just not feeling it. He’s all for consent and all that, so he moves on rather quickly.
-
It’s the second time that gets to him.
They’re all relaxing in the sitting room, laughing together about a story Sirius has told. He looks to stunning in the light of the fire that James just has to lean forward, he really has no choice in the matter.
But Sirius quickly stands. “Anyone else need a refill?” he asks, waving his empty Butterbeer bottle.
James feels lost.
-
“Do you…not like me anymore?”
It’s a crazy thing to ask, he knows, as they’re currently both shirtless, sharing a bed. But he’s still overthinking everything.
Sirius’s gray eyes turn to him. “What?” he demands. “Prongs, are you mad?”
“S’just…has the novelty worn off, or something? I’d rather you tell me, you know, if you just want to be…I’d so much rather just be friends than force this, Pads, I can’t lose–”
He’s silenced with a kiss that makes him breathless.
“Absolutely mad,” Sirius murmurs, grinning as he pulls back. “Why the fuck would you think I don’t want you?”
James frowns. “You…you haven’t want to kiss me. Just now, downstairs. And this morning, in the kitchen.
Sirius looks truly shocked. “I figured you hadn’t told your parents yet. I didn’t want to make things weird.”
But now, relief flooding through him, James beams. “Pads, I told them the second we first kissed. Mum wanted to throw a damn party. I think it’s taking all the self-restraint she has to not ask about grandkids.”
Now Sirius is grinning, too. “I’m far too young to get pregnant,” he replies, face a mask of faux-seriousness even as his lips twitch.
James just cackles, rolling and pinning him to the bed.
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If James had thought about it, he probably would have been terrified about the aftermath. About the moments following the first time he unthinkingly yanked Sirius in for a kiss, only to find both of them tangled up in Sirius’s dorm bed, their clothed hips together and their tongues intertwined. But he wasn’t very good at thinking about his actions, so he hadn’t really thought about it….until right now. Now, he was panicking a bit.
Now, when they both lay, panting a bit, in each other’s arms, beaming and staring at the ceiling of the dorm, taking a break from trying to swallow each others’ tongues.
“So…should we talk about this?” he asked a bit nervously, looking down to where Sirius’s head was tucked against his chest. Like…what did this make them? Were they going to do this again? Fuck, was this going to change things? His friendship with Sirius meant the world to him. Was this just something fun for Sirius, or…?
But Sirius just shifted, rolling a bit to give James a look. “We could,” he said with a slight grimace that made him a bit nervous. “Or…we could just skip all of the awkward bits, decide we’re boyfriends now, and sneak into the kitchens for a bite before we snog some more,” he offered, eyes sparkling as he raised his eyebrows and chuckled.
Relief flooded through James. Like always, things with Sirius were so, so easy. “That sounds perfect, Pads,” he agreed, tilting his head to claim Sirius’s lips, his hand drifting over the curve of his hip to grab his arse.
“Oi!” Sirius yelped, beaming and swatting teasingly at James’s hand, though he looked very pleased. “I am a lady, Potter! Feed me before you bring me to bed, or I’ll think you only like me for my body!”
James grinned. “But what if I do only like you for your body? I mean, you’re the first to admit, it’s a very nice–oof!”
Suddenly, he was on the floor, frowning up at his new boyfriend.
“Not nice,” he murmured, rubbing his now-bruised shoulder.
“According to you, you’re not dating me because I’m nice, you’re dating me for my body,” Sirius retorted cheekily, already walking to the door.
James couldn’t help but grin at that. Dating Sirius Black. Fuck, yes.
separated - prongsfoot - @dailyprongsfoot - word count: 405
“Oh, you don’t want to do that.”
Andrea Bearegard, who was teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts for the first time in her young career, looked up to see Minerva McGonagall staring over her, eyes on her seating chart.
“Do what?” she asked curiously, leaning back in one of the chairs of the Teachers’ Lounge and regarding the older woman with confusion. She’d thought her chart was pretty good so far.
“Potter and Black. You don’t want them separated,” Minerva advised wisely, earning a grunt of agreement from both Filus Flitwick and Horace Slughorn, who were chatting nearby.
“Why on Earth not?” Andrea demanded, shocked. James Potter and Sirius Black were the biggest troublemakers in the school–seating them together would surely make that worse!
“Because if you do, their madness just spreads,” Minerva said with an exhausted huff.
“Once I put them across the room from each other, and they sent charmed paper airplanes back and forth for weeks. I couldn’t even have them read them in front of the class because the content was…very suggestive,” Filius piped up with a grimace.
“And if I partner them with other people in Potions, it doubles the chance of an explosion,” Horace added, chuckling good-naturedly.
“What about detention? Do they not–”
All three senior Professors laughed. “How many ways have they figured out how to communicate with each other in detention, now?” Filius asked, turning to Minerva.
“I think we’re up to eight. The betting pool is pretty high that they’ll be at ten by the end of the year,” she answered with a wry smile. “Trust me, detention for them is a punishment for you, too.”
“So, what, you just…” Andrea began, flummoxed.
“Put them together, in the back, and hope they’re too busy making heart eyes at each other to cause real chaos,” Horace said with an eyeroll.
“But do not hint that they actually have feelings for each other. Neither of them have figured that one out yet, and when they do?” Filius squeaked, face now full of horror. “It’ll be horrible. I fear they’ll be insufferable.”
“I’ll be retiring then,” Minerva added, shivering with fear.
“There’s a betting pool about that, too. If you’re interested,” Horace suggested, grinning at Andrea.
She furrowed her brow, wondering if teachers were always like this. “No, thanks,” she mumbled, looking back to her seating chart.
Still, she decided to put Potter and Black together. Just in case.
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“You told my mum?” James demanded as soon as Sirius walked in through the door of their flat.
A sheepish-but-still-stubborn look on his face, the shorter man dropped the bag of groceries he was holding onto the counter, then walked over to the edge of the couch where James was laying. “Yes,” he answered, crossing his arms. “I–”
“She came over, Pads! Brought soup! Insisted I get up and shower, and spoon-fed me a potion! It was mortifying,” the taller man huffed. “I’m not even that si–”
“You were though!” Sirius interrupted, suddenly distressed and overwhelmed. “You–this morning you were burning up, looked three seconds from passing out, and you refused to take anything! I was worried, Prongs. Merlin forbid I actually give a toss if you take care of yourself as much as you take care of every-bloody-other person on the planet!”
His outburst had James speechless for a moment, though soon his shocked expression turned a bit smug. “You care about me?” he asked teasingly, racing for Sirius. “Wow, who would have thought?”
“Well, probably most of the crowd that was at our wedding, you tosser,” Sirius retorted, lightly shoving his husband. “Now go rest, or I’ll call Effie again!”
Now James looked a bit scared. “Yes, dear,” he muttered, grabbing his blanket and heading to the bedroom.
selected - prongsfoot - @dailyprongsfoot - word count: 199
“Okay, okay,” Sirius called out over the chattering of everyone in the room. “It’s time to call this meeting to order!”
Aside from one hissed ‘boo!’ from Marlene McKinnon, the large group of friends was quiet.
“We’ve gathered you all here today to discuss our impending nuptials,” James took over pompously, sneaking a grin at Sirius, “and to show you the song we’ve selected for everyone in the wedding party to walk down the aisle to!”
There was a murmur of excitement. Lily and Mary exchanged a delighted smile while Remus elbowed Regulus, who was reading a book, to pay attention.
James started the record player.
Immediately, the song ‘It’s Raining Men’ began blasting.
Everyone sat, dumbfounded, staring at James like he had two heads.
“I…wait, I didn’t…that’s not…” James began stammering, grabbing for the record, looking utterly flummoxed. “What the–”
But Sirius was folded over, laughing, tears falling from his eyes. “Shit, Prongs, your face!” he gasped, hardly able to speak.
Everyone else burst into uncontrollable laughter, too.
“I was supposed to be an instrumental version of ‘Songbird,’” James whined, red-faced, but he was smiling good-naturedly, staring adoringly at his fiance.
Yes, they were certainly a good fit.
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As the credits rolled of the Muggle movie, James couldn’t help but notice the tension in the air. It was absolutely foreign–he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt anything other than comfortable around his best friend. But the odd feeling between them was undeniable, and James knew that it was because of how the film had ended.
He also couldn’t just sit there and say nothing–it wasn’t his style. “Weird, right?” he asked with a forced laugh, shifting so he was a bit farther away from Sirius on the couch but not making eye contact. “The…er…ending?”
Sirius seemed to be playing with a loose string in the blanket on his lap. “Weird?”
“Those two blokes. Best friends for years and then suddenly falling for each other? Like they’d never realized they both fancied the shit out of each other? Idiots. Just–” he chuckled again and rubbed the back of his neck. “Unrealistic, right? You’d think…in real life…if they both liked each other for so long, they would’ve figured it out…by now. Like…the only time people...fancy people for that long…is when it’s not returned. Right? Yeah…” Merlin, he was blabbering. Face red and stomach queasy, he couldn’t help but run his mouth to try to hide the way that film was a little too real. The fact that the taller character looked at his best-friend-turned-more a bit too similar to the way he always looked at Sirius.
Except Sirius never…
But instead of laughing along with him, Sirius was eerily quiet. “Erm. Yeah. Weird.”
Their eyes met and James swore his heart stopped. What was Sirius doing licking his lip like that? And Gods, the way those gray eyes kept flickering down to James’s mouth? He was going to combust…or worse, kiss him! He was sure of it.
So he launched himself off the couch and towards the refrigerator. “Another drink?” he asked quickly, clearing his throat.
“Mhm, yeah. Yep, definitely.”
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“Oh Godric, Pads, come here!”
Sirius, who was minding his own damn business in the sitting room of the flat that he shared with James, looked up and narrowed his eyes at James’s distraught tone. “If it’s a bug, m’not killing it,” he called back, not moving from his comfortable spot on the couch.
“No! No, it’s awful, Sirius, come here!” James repeated loudly.
But Sirius was very used to the taller man’s dramatics, so he just threw his Quidditch magazine aside and crossed his arms. “Are you trying to show me the hair in the drain again? Because you leave hair in there too, you prick, it’s not just m–”
“Sirius get in here, I’m dying!”
So, rolling his eyes and sighing, Sirius decided to humor his boyfriend. He walked slowly toward the bathroom and leaned against the doorframe, levelling James an unamused look. “You look pretty healthy to me,” he accused. “And here I was thinking I’d finally make good on that hefty life insurance policy.”
But James was too busy having a panic attack. “Look! Look!” he demanded, turning to Sirius and jamming a finger at his own head. “I’m old!”
Trying and failing to hold back a smile, Sirius stood on his tiptoes to examine James’s head, only to see one single gray hair poking out amongst the dark strands. “Oh,” he said morosely. “It is serious. You’re a dinosaur, Jamie, truly.”
James threw him the look of a man absolutely lost. “Sirius, that’s not–”
But Sirius just continued. “Yes. I’ll just have to find someone younger. More able to satisfy me, you kno–”
And then he found himself pinned against the wall, James’s whole body pressed to his own.
Sirius beamed knowingly. “Oh,” he said lightly, trying to ignore the heat spreading through his body. “So you aren’t too old, then?”
But James just picked him up with a good-natured grumble, heading for the bedroom.