I'm a fic writer who is as unhealthily obsessed with 🦌Prongsfoot🐕🦺 as Sirius and James are with each other. This blog is mostly about my fics, thoughts and feelings about the Marauders. You can find my fics on AO3, where I write under the username Nyx_21.
Check out my writing if you like long-form, slow-burn stories filled with desperate yearning, war time angst, and happy endings. Also, this is a Fleamont Potter stan account.
MY FICS
Prongsfoot:
Object Permanence | 230K, complete, Sirius/James - In which James basically burns the world down for Sirius.
Shooting Stars, Falling Objects | +720K, complete, Sirius/James, background Regulus/Remus - Set five years after Sirius "dies" in a Death Eater attack before graduating from Hogwarts. Spoiler alert: Turns out he’s not dead.
Storm Warnings | 46K, WIP, Sirius/James, background Regulus/Remus - When Sirius is struck by lightning, the weather starts responding to his emotions - including his (not quite so) unrequited feelings for his best friend.
Bellarke:
Some Things are Worth Dying For | 66K, complete, Bellamy/Clarke - What if Bellamy stayed behind when the rocket left?
Note: I'm progressively shifting to 'Registered Users' only on AO3, so make sure you log-in when you follow the links.
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Unpopular opinion but Wolfstar only makes sense if James is straight. If there’s even a small possibility James is into dudes, we all (Remus included) know Sirius would have immediately locked that down 😂
@nyxunderwood and @plecotusauritus thank you for the tag!! What a lovely idea 😍😍
Sorry, this took me a hot second, but what else do you expect from a sloth??
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.
Now, to the kisses!
Reindeer Games 10k, M
In hindsight, James wasn't sure why he had done it in that moment.
Maybe it had just been desperation. Maybe it had been something he'd been wanting to do for a while, just to see what it felt like. Maybe he just needed to do something.
So he leaned forward and pressed his lips on Sirius'.
It felt right. They were close again. Connected. And Sirius didn't push him away this time. He returned the kiss, even, grabbing a hold of James' neck, pulling him down.
The kiss only lasted a few seconds and it was clumsy, but when they separated, the wall Sirius had erected between them had vanished.
1+1<3 4k, T, lesbian prongsfoot
Sirius leaned in. Just slightly but discerningly enough to leave no doubt.
James' heart was jumping in her throat. Was this really happening?
Only one way to find out.
She closed her eyes and leaned in as well.
Sirius' lips turned out to be exactly as soft as they looked. They interlocked with James' effortlessly, like they'd never done anything else. Sirius hand softly wrapped around her neck, pulling her closer until she pushed James glasses off her nose.
Strut 3k, T
Sirius looked at him with genuine surprise, his gaze suddenly so soft and vulnerable that James almost felt like he could see right into his head, to read his thoughts.
Kiss me.
He didn't think much about it and leaned in.
The kiss was a little messy, since their hands were greasy and they both smelled of garlic but it was still the best kiss James had ever had. They snapped together like puzzle pieces, long separated and now finally back in place. His hands found their way easily around Sirius' body, as if he'd known him for years and Sirius melted against him, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck like he had nothing left to loose.
Safehouse 13k, E
James should have gotten up now, but he didn't. He just laid there, his body covering Sirius', staring at his face as if he was hypnotized.
They were so close, their noses almost touched. James lowered his head, almost unnoticeably. Sirius felt his breath on his lips.
He lost his last bit of self restraint and lifted his head to close the unbearable gap between them.
Sirius had never understood the appeal of sexual relations. Of course he had tried it, but it had never lived up to the expectations that the talk of his compares had illicited. Ultimately, he had settled with the thought that he just wasn't someone who felt sexual desires.
As it turned out, his mistake had been to only try with women.
With James things were different.
Kiss me, I'm drunk 1k, T
He would lie, if he'd said that he'd never thought about how James' lips felt. But he had buried these thoughts deep down, in the drawer of things that he didn't want to deal with. It had become rather crowded in there.
And now it plopped right open, spilling its contents onto the metaphorical floor of his subconscious.
James' lips slotted in between his, and Sirius thought about how his heart always skipped a beat, whenever James put his head on his shoulder.
James' tounge licked clumsily over his mouth, trying to find a way in, and Sirius thought about how the only thing that had kept him going over the summer back at home had been the thought of James, waiting for him on the train on September 1st.
James' upper-lip stubble scraped against his cheek and nose as his tounge ventured further, batteling with Sirius' for access, and Sirius thought about how his heart had plummeted when James had started fancying Lily.
James' body dropped heavily ontop of him, unable to support himself any longer, leaving them pressed together, and Sirius thought about how his skin would always tingle for minutes after James had touched him, even after the thousandth time.
James' kisses started to slow, to trail sloppily over his cheek down to his neck, and Sirius thought about all the times his mind had wandered to his best friend, while getting himself off. About the shame he had felt each time. Because surely, James would be disgusted if he knew.
Sleepless 1.6k, T
The kiss is different to what they do onstage. Less tounge, unhurried, tender. Sirius thinks he is suffocating on his feelings but he doesn't care. If this is how he dies then so be it.
His hand moves up into James' hair. James' shuffles so he is slightly on top of him. A choked sigh frees itself from Sirius' tight chest and escapes his lips.
Man in the Mirror wip, 120k, E
"Can I - ?"
James' lips swallowed the remainder of the question as he closed the small gap between them with a greedy kiss.
To his own horror Sirius heard himself sigh into it, but he didn't dwell on it long because now James' tounge was licking at his lips, slipping past as they parted, nudging against his own. Sirius' fingers found their way into James' hair, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.
He felt like he was being swallowed up by the feeling of James' lips on his, of the sensation of their tounges dancing around each other, nipping and licking at lips, noses squished on each others faces - and yet it wasn't enough, he needed to be closer.
I feel like this tag has already run its course through all my prongsfoot mutuals but if you see this and you'd like to do it, feel tagged!!!
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Prongsfoot writers: Show me your Prongsfoot first kiss!
💋 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.
Tagged by @lovelymasks
Thinking of it, I only really have one prongsfoot first kiss that is entirely mine and not cowritten. And I had to wait for it to be revealed to be mine. But now that's done, this is it (and maybe a little teaser for you guys to give my fic a chance)
il ragazzo della porta accanto.
“It’s really not your responsibility to try to make me feel better about this, alright? I'm just glad you are okay. Besides, you’re not gay, are you? Saw you with that fit, ginger bird the other day. A right stunner, she is.” Sirius is doing his best to reason with James; and yet they are still holding hands, and Sirius can't make himself let go.
James frowns.
“I think I can decide what I am for myself, thank you very much.”
The sharp, decisive tone shuts Sirius up.
That’s not what he… how he… His voice drops to almost a whisper when he speaks, “I'm sorry. I just… you’re too young. I don't want to force you into… things.”
“Does it look like I'm being forced?” James takes Sirius’ other hand, expression softening, though he looks awfully determined. The two of them are standing there like a couple of kindergarteners, ready for a little dance. What dance? “If anything, I'm the one forcing myself onto you. I like you.”
Sirius is in dire need of a drink. His blood rushes colour into his face and is loud in his ears. “James, I'm over twenty years your senior, I'm a rather controversial figure in British politics, I'm fat and I might have a bit of an alcohol problem,” Sirius says sincerely, squeezing James’ hands, those lovely hands.
He won't be responsible for the downfall of this young man.
He can deal with his own infatuation.
And James will learn to do so, too.
But James shows no signs of accepting the presented truth. He just stands there and stares at Sirius. And repeats, adamant, “I like you.” He doesn't wait for more excuses from Sirius.
James leans in and presses his mouth to Sirius’ mouth.
Sirius feels like he’s a bloody teenager now. His heart is beating so fast, he’s sure James can hear it or sense it otherwise. Sirius forgets himself, his reasonable objections. James’ lips are warm and plush, and why do they fit so perfectly with his? Neither of them really moves, but that soft connection still feels brilliant.
But only until Sirius jerks away, seconds later.
“You should be doing this with someone your age, James.”
He’ll do the right thing. No matter how fond he is of this rugby boy, Sirius will not fuck him up by his inability to restrain himself.
He’s about to gently pry his hands out of James’.
However, James just shakes his head in refusal and grips them harder. He tugs, pulls Sirius closer—as strong as he is, he’s got no trouble with that. He’s dug his heels in. “Sirius, please, just shut up, will you?”
And Sirius does.
James lets go, relocates his hands onto Sirius’ cheeks and pulls him into another kiss. A proper one this time, the kind that nineteen-year-olds give. James tilts his head and licks his mouth open sloppily and slides his tongue along Sirius’. He takes his breath away and makes him abandon every single one of his resolutions not to touch.
Sirius’ hands shoot to grip at James’ wrists. Briefly wondering about his teeth once more, Sirius whines into James’ mouth. Still, he’d never dare pull away. He doesn't fucking want to anyway.
James tastes like mints and freedom and joy. Ridiculous.
When they part, both of them are panting hard. Sirius’ hands are gripping the front of James’ t-shirt.
“S-so this is what it’s like, huh?” James asks, all flushed and beautiful.
“What do you mean?” Sirius asks, pecking the corner of his lips, then moving the kisses towards James’ jaw.
“Kissing a bloke. Properly.”
Low-pressure tag for @thistlecatfics and @gracelesslady23
Regulus realised James was in love with Sirius three years before either of them did. Unfortunately, he just filed the information under useful weak spots.
He was bitterly disappointed when they got together and he lost his leverage.
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James is physically unable to hold a grudge - except when it comes to any member of the Black family who has hurt Sirius.
Regulus learns that the hard way every time Slytherin plays Gryffindor in Quidditch after he makes a snide comment about Sirius in the hallways. It’s a bloodbath every time.
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