Nyx_21

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?

Check out the new chapter of Storm Warnings, my Seventh Year Marauders fic featuring mutual pining so catastrophic it becomes a meteorological event.

This chapter features an awkward morning after, a contract signed in blood, and James finally noticing what's right in front of him.

“Listen,” James said, forcing out the words. “About last night...” Sirius tightened. A drawbridge slammed shut behind his eyes. “We don’t have to talk about it.” James tightened his grip. Stubbornness planted his feet more firmly on the grey stones. “We’re not pretending it didn’t happen, Sirius.” “That what didn’t happen?” Sirius asked, lifting his chin, daring James to press the issue. So that was how Sirius wanted to play the situation. Sirius glared at him with that fixed, closed off expression. As though he could simply pretend that nothing had happened. That the words that were echoing through James’ brain had never been uttered. That he hadn't come undone, desperate and begging, pinned to the mattress by James' body. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. James drew himself up to his full height. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Sirius swallowed. James watched the tendons in his neck move. His mouth had touched that smooth skin. Sirius wasn’t going to convince him to simply forget about it. Sirius shifted, his jacket rustling. “It wasn’t a big deal.”    The claim landed like a punch.

But Regulus’ mind is made up.

Twenty minutes into the date, James bursts into the restaurant in the midst of a nervous breakdown to profess his undying love for Sirius.

Remus takes one look at Sirius’ star-struck expression and decides to step aside and let destiny take its course.