langweilen

I'm obsessed with Prongsfoot, and I'm a little bit of a multishipper, but only a little bit, almost not

My heart is forever given to the morally grey and possessive, yet devoted Sirius Black and the indulgent, yet arrogant and little shit James Potter

If you don't like this ship, get out, you're not welcome here

And if you decide to stay, then be prepared that I'll constantly chat about them here and on ao3

Some of my fics

No intentions (1,808 words, M)

Flirtatious James misleads the Black brothers

The dark ritual (3,211 words, E)

Prongsfoot find a coital ritual, and of course they try it

The Silence (7,810 words, E)

Someone is trying to blackmail Sirius Black, and it's a very bad idea

The Blankie (2,193 words, G)

Harry's first Christmas with qpr Prongsfoot

His little obsession (8,953 words, M)

Four times when Sirius was obsessed with James' hair and once, when James realised it

The Another Meeting at Hogwarts (wip, M)

The story about D.A.D.A. Professor and his student's father

Day 14 - Smile

Since Sirius had walked through the door of their home, Euphemia had made it her mission to capture every smile he had. She had quickly noticed that her son was the reason for most of Sirius' smiles

For Daily Prongsfoot Prompts - June 2026 - day 18 - Club

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The sound of a phone ringing fills the room.

Sirius growls in annoyance, shaking his head. More curls fall out of his bun at the back of his head.

He had managed to focus on his laptop screen just an hour ago. And now his concentration has been disrupted by this very phone call.

And with his concentration disrupted, his head is immediately filled with thoughts that he has been trying to push away.

Thoughts about what James Potter might be doing right now.

He shouldn't have agreed to this idea.

It's not like he's being asked for permission, but James would listen to him and not go anywhere if he asked.

But Sirius didn't ask, of course. Proud idiot.

He lets out another annoyed growl and starts fumbling around on the couch for his phone.

-Yes? - he answers tiredly and half-annoyed.

- Hey, Padfoot! Do you even know what your boyfriend's doing right now?

Yeah, the problem is that Sirius knows that.

- What do you want, Wormtail? - he asks.

- Don't be so mean. I just wanted to tell you that your James is dancing with Lily all evening at a nightclub. Did you break up or quarrel? Or James... God, is he cheating...?!

- Say it again, Pete, and I'll feed you to our dog.

On the other end of the line, Peter swallows noisily.

- I just wanted to tell you that I saw him at the club with Lily.

- I heard you the first time. And anyway, I know about it.

- You know?! - Peter exclaims in surprise. - Have you guys decided to make your relationship open?

- Of course not! - Sirius spits out angrily. - It's just that Lily needed to act out some scene in front of some guy and she didn't have anyone to go with her except, of course, our gentleman, Mr. Potter.

- And he agreed?

- He owes her, as Lily said. He left her for me.

- Isn't this a story as old as world?

- Lily brings it up every time she needs something from us. You know her.

- Yes, I do, - Pettigrew mutters. - Prongs can't refuse when his past sins are brought up. But why did you agree to it?

- Who asked me? - Sirius snorts.

- He didn't even ask you? - Pettigrew blurts out in surprise.

- All right, Pete, I've got a lot of work to do, and I want to go to sleep.

- As if you could sleep while James is dancing with...

Sirius doesn't listen to what Pettigrew tells him and just ends the phone call.

He throws the phone back onto the couch, but instead of getting back to work, he leans back and sighs wearily.

He didn't tell Peter the truth. It wasn't like he was asked, but James gave him a questioning look when Lily suggested the idea during their lunch at the diner.

In any other situation, Sirius would have said a firm "no. No way".

But he didn't want to seem petty now. Especially now that he had James, and had emerged victorious from their "battle".

Saying no would have been a sign of doubt, a sign of weakness in front of Lily, and that was something he didn't want to do. He didn't want her to think there was something wrong between them, or that he was still jealous of James' relationship with her.

So he didn't show any doubt or resistance.

And James agreed to go dancing with Lily at the club that night.

It was as if they hadn't had that complicated history when he left her for Sirius.

In the end, they remained friends, but Sirius felt that it was wrong to ask a friend for such a favor when this friend wasn't single.

Sirius has no fear of Lily. He knows that she isn't doing anything to ruin their relationship. She had long since lost interest in James Potter.

And he isn't particularly concerned about the rumors. Although it's certainly unpleasant to receive such a call from Peter, and as he knows, he may receive many more calls or rude and mocking words from people who may see James in Lily's company at the club tonight.

He just knows that if Lily gets her aim, she'll find someone else to spend a pleasant evening with, and James will be left alone to face all those hungry stares.

And Sirius won't be there to look at them with anger, to show them that James isn't free, that James belongs only to him.

He lowers his gaze to the laptop screen, not understanding anything. Not what he's written or what he still needs to write. He can't focus at all, and he's not even sure if what he's done in the past hour makes any sense.

- Ugrh, damn it, - he growls and jumps up from the couch.

It's one o'clock in the morning, and James should be back if everything Lily has planned has succeeded. But he's still not at home, and who knows, maybe he decided to stay there and dance with someone else. Again, Sirius doesn't mind, because James is faithful to him, but Sirius... minds.

He heads into the hallway, grabs his jacket and motorcycle keys.

If James isn't going home, he's going to take him. Or at least he's going to watch. It's not that he's jealous, no. No. He's confident in James. He's completely and utterly confident in him, but he's not confident in other people. He knows how beautiful his boyfriend is, and he knows the desires that such beauty can stir up.

But as soon as he grabs the doorknob, the door swings open, almost breaking his forearm.

James appears at the door of their flat.

- You’re home, - Sirius says, stating the obvious.

James smiles at him and gives him a big hug. He’s a little drunk, smelling of alcohol and sweat - he’s been dancing. Sirius hopes he’s only been dancing with Lily.

- Fuckin’ missed you, Si.

Sirius hugs James back, pulling him into the hallway and closing the front door with his free hand.

Unconsciously, he sniffs like a dog, trying to find some other scent on James, something foreign, something that doesn't belong to him, or James, or Lily.

But there are no such scents on his boyfriend. It's just James, his sweat, the remnants of Sirius' cologne from when they kissed and hugged for too long before James left, and perhaps a subtle hint of Lily's floral perfume, but nothing else.

It calms Sirius down.

But something about him must give him away because James lets out a quiet laugh.

- You’re going to strangle me, - he says, so happily, as if it’s the happiest thing in the world that could happen to him.

Sirius barely, barely loosens the grip of his hands, burying his face in James' neck.

- I thought you'd gone to bed.

- I couldn't sleep, - Sirius admits honestly. He doesn't need to say anything else, he's sure that James, even in his tipsy state, will understand everything Sirius wanted to say with those words. Everything that he didn't even want to say, but that sits deep inside him.

- I'm home, - James repeats, as if this is the answer to all these words, these unspoken complaints. It's not even a complaint, but something deep within him that has been tormenting him all this time. He's a damn possessive, a damn jealous man! How does James put up with him?

- How did you spend your time, - Sirius asks.

- Boring, - James replies as if that says it all. It probably does. Yes it does. - Clubs are only fun when you're there with me. Everyone looks at me with envy when you're holding me, and only me.

They looks at me with envy, you silly deer. They're jealous that you chose me.

- Then you shouldn't have agreed, - Sirius says.

- I shouldn't have, - James nods, - I could have just spent the evening with you. That would be a thousand times better.

Sirius snorts.

- I had to work. You'd be sitting on the couch, and we'd be silent. You'd be munching on chips, and I'd be grumbling at you for making too much noise.

For Daily Prongsfoot Prompts - June 2026 - day 17 - Appalling

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Sirius never cared about his behavior or appearance, but he always knew that he was attractive. At least that's what he was. He was bold and smart, and he was good-looking. Yes, he did cruel things, but nothing compares to that act of his... which led to the death of his beloved.

Everyone turned their backs on him and they were right.

The years in Azkaban had destroyed not only his common sense, but also what many would have called his beauty. To hell with modesty, he was handsome. And now he was appalling, not only in spirit, but also in body.

He could see the way other people's eyes lingered on him, but the greatest reward for him was James' gaze, filled with admiration and affection, and James' touch, filled with passion and tenderness.

Now, his best friend wouldn't see that in him either. Not to mention the fact that he would feel disgusted by the mere fact that Sirius had caused his death and the death of his child's mother.

The fact that Sirius had lost his beauty and become repulsive didn't bother him much. All that mattered to him was protecting Harry. And perhaps he could atone for his sins. At least to some extent.

He truly believed this until the moment when James Potter somehow returned to the world of the living, still a young man in the prime of his life.

And then... then Sirius felt bitter. They had bigger things to deal with than their complicated relationship, the knot of which hadn't been untangled but had been cut short by James' death. And yet... when they met, James' gaze made it clear that nothing had been forgotten, nothing would be forgotten.

It was as if James still needed him. With his thin, prematurely wrinkled skin, his brittle, dry hair with a few streaks of gray, his bony frame, and his atrophied muscles. And most importantly, with the guilt and sin he carried on his shoulders, which he didn't dare to throw it off. He was appalling, like a living corpse. But James was still beautiful.

But James’ gaze, his first look at Sirius, passed all that by and fixed itself straight into his eyes. Piercing, searching.

Sirius would have liked to turn away, but he couldn't. He felt naked and exposed. He would have gladly allowed James to administer his judgment, his vendetta. Merlin knows they both deserved it. James deserved his vengeance, and he deserved his punishment.

But James was silent, and he looked into Sirius' eyes, as if he had brought with him from the afterlife all the time of this world, all eternity. He was still so young and innocent. And Sirius was so old and sinful.

James' eyelashes fluttered.

Did he find what he was looking for in Black's eyes when he smiled to Sirius with the same adoring smile, as if Sirius was still attractive to him and not appalling? After everything he had done. After the person he had become.

James rushed across the room towards him with a determination that dispelled all of Sirius' doubts. The time for revenge had come.

June 2026 - day 11 - Paper

All the paper embossed with the Black family crest has disappeared from their home office. You know, the kind used for official letters, contracts, and wedding invitations...

Walburga is certain that their five-year-old son and his best friend, James Potter, are involved.

Orion, as always, finds himself caught up in it.

June, day 12 - Doom

James feels a sense of doom as the hunter's greedy gaze sweeps over him, as the man wants to pierce him with the arrow. Everything changes when the hunting dog catches up with him.

But no, they prefer to make up some facts to justify why w*lfst*r wasn't in canon. It wasn't there 'cause it shouldn't have been, and not 'cause the author hated them

And those who think otherwise simply don't understand the characters of Sirius Black and Remus Lupin

For Daily Prongsfoot Prompts - June 2026 - day 9 - Enough

On ao3

James' frown deepens as he watches the pile of toy packages continue to grow in the trolley. When a large baby car follows suit, he can't take it anymore:

- That's enough, Pads.

- What do you mean, enough?! - Sirius raises his eyebrow and throws a dinosaur book with soundtracks into the basket.

James gestures toward the overflowing trolley, filled with the most expensive and interesting toys, which Sirius has been meticulously choosing for the past hour, ready to give to Harry tomorrow for his birthday.

- You'll spoil Harry if you bring him so many toys.

Sirius grinned and pushed the trolley forward, scanning the shelves again.

- You definitely knew who you were making his godfather and who you were marrying. I'm gonna spoil Harry.

James felt like this was more like Sirius trying to get broke. Something to do with how he burned all the portraits of his relatives, gave Walburga's dresses and furs to the commission shops, and sold family's jewelry to pawnshops, where he was almost mistaken for a thief with his leather jacket, shaggy curls, and the smell of alcohol.

Things are much better now, but Sirius is still looking for buyers for the house on Grimmauld Place and still prefers to live on the money he inherited from his uncle Alphard and earned as a curse breaker.

He donated most of his parents' inheritance to a grant for Muggle-born students of Hogwarts, asking that it be named the Black Grant. He only took the Black library for himself, thinking it might be useful.

He's the last Black of the main line, and it seems he wants to destroy his family's legacy.

- Admit it, you just want to spend your parents' entire inheritance on things they'd never approve of? - James asks cautiously, placing his hand on his husband's waist.

Sirius barks a laugh that fills the entire store.

- On gifts for my blood traitor husband's Muggle-born son?

James smiles softly at him.

- Lily won't be happy either. You know about Dudley.

- Lily knew what she was getting into when she told me after your divorce not to hesitate too long, 'cause you'd quickly be snatched up by some red-headed muscleman from the professional Quidditch league.

- Nobody would snatch me up.

Sirius gives him an appraising look, lingering on James' hips.

- I think they would, - he snorts, a possessive glint sparkles in his steel-gray eyes. - Let's go.

- To the checkout, I hope?

- Yeah.

- Thank Merlin!

- Don't get too excited, we'll go buy you some sexy lingerie later. My dear maman certainly wouldn't approve of that.

James grins.

- Didn't you buy me enough for our honeymoon?